Sugar, Suga

                                    

                                          
You had met Yoongi before he was accepted as a trainee. Walking home from the library, you noticed someone sitting on a rail car that ran on tracks under the highway overpass. You stared at him as you walked by, wondering how he got back there.
Your eyes meet, and he doesn't look away. You keep walking, and he maintains eye contact. Suddenly, it felt like something shifted in your soul, but you shrugged it off. 
"Stop staring at me, you creep," you call out.
Through his cute, gummy smile, he says, "Stop staring at me, you creep," mocking you.
Then you both laugh. Stepping to the fence surrounding the track, you ask, "What are you doing up there?"
"Thinking."
You half roll your eyes and ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"Jumping." is all he says, devoid of any feelings.
You become concerned, saying, "That would be a long jump. You might break something." Or worse, kill yourself.  You take in the height of the rail car and add in how high the track is, sending a shiver coursing through your body. No.
He shrugs his shoulders and stands up. You grip the fence tighter, desperately looking for a way to stop him.
"Wait, wait, don't!" You desperately call out to him.
He ignores you and walks over to the end of the rail car, standing on the edge. Your heart pounds in your chest, and you bite down on the jumble of bracelets on your right wrist, your eyes pleading with him. Please, no!
He starts climbing down the little ladder at the end of the rail car that you didn't see. Halfway down, he jumps off, landing on the gravel, feet first. He looks over at you and smirks.
You release a breath you didn't know you were holding, afraid he was going to hurt himself on purpose. You subconsciously adjust the many bracelets on your wrists, hoping he won't notice.
He approaches the fence and asks, "Do you want in? I just climb the fence." He looks at the top of the fence and then back at you, "It's not hard."
You look up and up at the high fence. He is grinning, waiting for you to try to climb it. When you put the toe of your shoe in an opening, he rushes forward, putting his hand out.
"Stop! I was kidding. I know the way in."
He motions for you to follow him as he walks along the fence away from the rail car. You follow out of curiosity and begin to smile when you see him stop in front of the opening cut into the fence.
"Did you do that?" You ask him, pointing at the gap in the fence.
"No." 
First, you put your backpack through the fence opening. He takes hold of your backpack and holds part of the fence back as you slip through, then hands your backpack to you.
"You're very trusting," he says as he looks you over from head to toe.
You grimace, "Not really."
 The next thing he knows, you have a knife pointed at his throat. It may be a small knife, but it wasn't for defense, and you carried it everywhere you went.
He was caught by surprise, but only for a few seconds before he confidently pushed your hand away.
 "Good, that's good. You really shouldn't trust strangers."
Why is she trusting me, I wouldn't trust me if I were her.
You tuck your small pocket knife back into your skirt pocket.