Cw : sensitive content
"Aren't you curious about your parents' past at all? Since the first time we met, you've never asked… I thought there would be so many things you'd want to know."
Hendrick released his hand from Suga's jaw, and in that moment, Suga quickly moved away. But his waist accidentally bumped into the desk, clearly made of some thick, solid material. He stifled a groan of pain, his hand clutching the edge of the table, fingernails feeling as though they might snap from how tightly he was gripping the surface.
"...What's the point…—" Suga's throat felt dry, but even so, he forced his voice out. "What's the point in asking someone who was suspicious from the very beginning?"
"You really are smart. I'll give you that. It's expected too ... even if I told you a lot, you wouldn't just believe me right away, would you? Makes sense. You're smart enough to think that far. But, Suga...."