#sugaia

What had she done?

She kept asking the question but there was never a clear answer no matter how hard she tried.

She was blocking whatever had happened, whatever she had done. She had dragged herself to the base of a tree, curling up against the old bark as she shivered in the night air. The temperature had begun to significantly drop and it didn't help that her clothes were damp with blood.

All she wanted was for every thing to stop.

She knew she was in trouble.

What if they were dead?

She wasn't sure of all the camps by-laws but she was quite positive “do not blindly murder your classmates, bullies or not” was included in them.

“Mom!”

The shock in Suga’s voice was enough to let her know she must have looked as horrible as she felt and then his arms were around her, holding her tightly as she began to sob clinging to his neck. After a few moments she let him pry her away , panic still evident as she began to sign distressed.

‘I don't know what happened. I think I did it? I I don’t remember. It was dark, I heard screaming. Then quiet. There's so much blood. I don't know what happened. I DON'T KNOW’

She stopped, chest heaving as she began sobbing again. Did the academy have a jail? They had the catacombs so probably.

‘what do I do!!’

Dinner for four, this was good right? Kibum thought about it long and hard but it was only right to introduce Taemin to his son- and to meet his sons’ boyfriend. he had seen the boy named Suga a few times in the catacombs and they had exchanged a quick few words but had not properly met yet.

A little nervous about Taemin meeting Namjoon he was cooking dinner and staring at the small quiches judgemental. Lilac eyes on the oven as he sat in the apartment and stared. “Taemin-” he called out with a small frown “Please wear something proper.” Please for the love of Luna “Did you buy the expensive wine like I asked you to?” With Key’s own credit card of course. Not that Taemin was poor but this was Key’s big plan. The table was all set for four people and he was jittery. Salad in the fridge, soup on the stove and an extravagant dessert in the freezer.

“What kind of music should we play?” Key asked as he walked into the livingroom. He was wearing a formal Elvish gown himself with the phases of the moon stitched on the edges of the long shirt and the loose fitting pants. His hair was growing a little too so he managed to put it in a small ponytail on the back of his neck with a few strands of light hair escaping.

“Oh god is that them? They’re three minutes early-”