Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Chp: 5

Note: (F/C) means favorite color!

"Here you are." Suna said lazily, "I'm right next door to your left if you need anything."

(M/N) opened his door and looked around the room, the walls were gray and the bedsheets were (F/C). The room was fairly large and he was going to look around it more after Suna left.

(M/N) turned to thank the taller male, but stopped. He slapped a hand over his mouth and muffled a chuckled.

"What's so funny, Angel?" He snarled, beginning to hate him.

(M/N) dismissed the stupid nickname and looked at Suna, smirking slightly. "What happened to you? You look like shit? Oh wait... a smaller male kicked your ass."

Suna scoffed, "You're no better! You look horrible." Suna crossed his arms.

(M/N) slowed his laughing down and looked up, he grabbed Suna's arm and pulled him into the room. Going to the inside bathroom.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"I'm going to clean your wounds." (M/N) stated, looking for the first aid kit, "Ah! Here it is!" He grabbed it and pulled it out. (M/N) looked at the standing male and kept his blank expression, his eyes darted to the toilet, "Sit." He commanded slightly.

Suna rolled his eyes but listened, "Do you even know how to clean a wound?" He teased.

"Of course cowlick." He grabbed a dry wash cloth running it under water, "First you clean the wound with just water," He made sure all the dry blood was off his face, he then grabbed a different washcloth dabbing rubbing alcohol on it, "then you clean around it so you don't get the alcohol in the actual wound, well, at least not yet."

Suna tuned out the shorter male, he just blankly looked at his (E/C) eyes that lit up ever so often talking about that topic. He felt relaxed in the touch of this newbie, felt at ease, that he could lower his guard. Or maybe because his body still hurt to stand tall. He felt like his entire body was bruised, not that he would admit it.

Suna closed his eyes, hearing the soft angelic voice of (M/N), that was still rambling on about cleaning the wound thoroughly. Suna opened his eyes to see a small smile on the shorter's teens face.

'He's cute when he's not yelling at me...' Suna dryly chuckled mentally. 'Or trying to kill to me, not that he could've... right?'

Suna then winced at a slight pain, "Damn that really hurt." He mumbled.

"Yeah, I said it was. Were you listening?" He asked, finally looking down at Suna.

Once he realized Suna was already looking at him, a small blush coated his face, "Never mind, I'm almost done." He looked back up and finished the final touches on cleaning a wound.

Suna smirked slightly, even though his face felt semi-hot as well.

"There, done!" (M/N) simply said, hiding the fact he was happy that he got to talk about something as simple as that. "And here you go." He grabbed a bandage and harshly slapped it against the wounds.

"What the actual fuck?" Suna stared blankly, not letting (M/N) know that he put him through more pain.

"Thought you deserved it." (M/N) shrugged.

Suna rolled his eyes  and got up, "Now it's your turn." He lightly pulled (M/N) down and repeated the process.

"I could've done this myself." (M/N) said.

"Well, where's the fun in that?" Suna chuckled.

"You're not so bad... I guess?" (M/N) slightly tilted his head, giving Suna a better angle at his cut cheek. "Although you're doing it wrong. You skipped a step."

"I thought the same thing when you were cleaning my wounds." He ignored the male. knowing full well (M/N) was just trying to provoke him.

The bathroom fell silent after that, but it wasn't awkward. Suna grabbed a bandaid and delicately put it on (M/N)'s cheeks, unlike the male who is sitting, but both shivered at the contact Suna gave. His fingers brushed slightly against (M/N)'s cheek.

A slight spark. They both shook it off, ignoring it.

(M/N) stood up yawning, "Alright. I'm going to bed."

"But it's not even dinner and you need a tour."

"What I need is sleep."

Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed (M/N)'s wrist, dragging him out of the large room. Ignoring the whining from the shorter male. Suna was amused, actually, he thought it was hilarious that (M/N) was planning on sleeping at 4:00 pm.

Once a fair distance away from (M/N)'s new sleeping quarters, he let go of his wrist, looking away to hide a forming blush. He knew (M/N) wouldn't go looking for his bedroom, he would easily get lost.

"You know, I could've been much happier in my bed."

"Oh shut it, you need a tour or you'll get lost, idiot."

"Oh great and mighty Cowlick, please show me the way to sleep."

"You're so annoying." Suna said, "But
semi-cute." He mumbled to himself.

"Just give me the damn tour so I can sleep." He crossed his arms and huffed, trying to think if he heard Suna correctly.

'Probably not.' (M/N) thought. 'Or maybe not. I mean it is me.'

He absentmindedly followed Suna around, every now and then snapping back into reality and listening to what Suna was saying. No point in knowing where he's going if he's going to forget anyways.

'He's pretty decent looking when he's not smug.' (M/N) shrugged his slumped shoulders.

"There's the tour! And now, let's go eat." Suna walked off.

"Aw! But I'm tired!" He whined.

"Shut up, you need food for energy." Suna said, motioning for (M/N) to follow him to the kitchen.

(M/N) sighed, but followed anyways, why not? I'm bored anyways.

Although he was still going to get himself lost. He missed most of the tour, what's the harm in missing the kitchen? It's not like he will always be in the mansion. He had priorities.