"Suga."
At the sound of his name, Suga momentarily shut his eyes, his laughter fading into the stillness around them. His head was spinning, his body trembling slightly as he tried to steady his breathing. He bit his lower lip, hesitating for a moment before whispering, "Come here."
With a subtle gesture of his hand, he signaled for Zion to lean down. Zion blinked, clearly startled, but complied without protest. When their faces were nearly level, Suga reached out, brushing aside the strands of hair that covered Zion's bloodied forehead. Zion winced when Suga's thumb pressed gently against the swelling.
"What happened?" Suga asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Zion's eyes softened.
"This doesn't hurt," Zion replied.
"Really?"
Zion nodded silently. A faint laugh escaped Suga, though it lacked any real mirth.
"Did you do this to yourself?"
Zion nodded again.