She woke up to the loud ring of the doorbell. She tensed and felt Suga tense beside her. They both stood and crept towards the front door. He pushed her behind him protectively and she instinctively grabbed a kitchen knife. He gave her an odd look, but they continued on. He cracked the door open and peeked his head out.
"Hello, I was wondering-"
"Oh it's you." Suga turned back to her irritably, "It's for you." He grumbled and lumbered back to bed. She hid behind the door, painfully aware she was only wearing underpants and a t-shirt. Maybe she should wear more to bed now.
"Oh. Luhan. Just give me a second. I need to get dressed." She shut the door quickly and slid into her room. Luhan had looked bewildered and about to say something, but she didn't really care.
"What're you doing?" Suga frowned, sitting up in bed. She pulled on some pants and a jacket,
"I'm going to talk to him. Get him out of here." She sighed.
"He won't try and do anything, right?" Suga's voice was thick with jealously. She laughed,
"If he does I'll slap him. Promise." She giggled and sat on top of him. She kissed him quickly and massaged his head with her fingers. He closed his eyes and his lips curled up contentedly. She gave him one more quick kiss. She waved and slipped out of the apartment.
She met Luhan just outside of the loft.
"Let's sit." She gestured to the stairs and sat down. He sat down beside her and immediately asked her,
"What's going on?"
"Nothing. How do you know where I live?" She countered. Luhan turned beet red and looked away,
"Well I...I followed you." He admitted.
"Why?" She sighed.
"What you said yesterday...well, I didn't believe you. It seemed fishy. So I followed you. And I found this place. I asked the landlord for the number, then...I told your mom." He murmured shamefully. She knew it wasn't his fault, but she couldn't help but get mad at him.
"It's my life! Not yours! I can do what I want!" She yelled at him.
"But why did you lie? I know you're not going to school here! Your mom told me! What are you doing here with him? Please, just tell me." He pleaded.
"You. Are. Not. My. Boyfriend." She growled, standing up. His eyes widened and he looked hurt. There was a long uncomfortable pause.
"I was just looking out for you!" He yelled, finally. She stood,
"Don't." She finished and walked to the door.
"Please can we just-" Luhan jumped up. She looked at him with razors in her eyes,
"If you ever come back here, just know you're risking your own life." She slammed the door shut and locked it tightly. He needed to leave. Now.
She turned around and Suga snatched her up. She cried out in surprise softly. He had been waiting for her, she thought he was still in the bedroom. He carried her back to the bed and threw her into it. She giggled and bounced, sheets flying with her. He attacked her with light soft kisses around her neck, tickling her slightly. Then he blew in her ear, making goosebumps form all over her skin. She pushed him away weakly, failing against him. Her giggles turned into soft shrieks. He smiled and pinned her beneath him.
"I bet you don't know where I'm ticklish." He smirked.
"Let me go and I'll show you." She raised her eyebrows at him.
"Oh really?" He snickered, letting her go.
"Really." She nodded exaggeratedly.
"Try." He laughed. She attacked him stomach immediately. He shook his head and kissed her forehead.
"Not even close." He sighed. She pouted and scooted closer to him.
"Where then?" She asked.
"I'm not ticklish." He nodded solemnly.
"No one's not ticklish." She chided.
"Well I'm not." He laughed defiantly. She shook her head and he chuckled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She looked down at her lap and blushed.
"Why are you blushing?" He asked softly.
"I don't know." She blushed even more at her inability to assess her own self. It was a wonder how she could be absolutely furious one minute and lighthearted and happy the next. She was so in love with him.
Falling deeper and deeper each day.
