Simple (Suga x Reader)

Day 1

RIIIING

RIIIIIIIIIIING

You groan and fumble for the alarm. Slapping the "snooze" button, you roll off the bed and hit the floor with a loud thunk.

Grumbling, you rub your eyes and head to the bathroom to get ready.

"Sleep well?"  The makeup artist taps away at her phone, pausing to smile cheekily at you. You had grown attached to her within 30 seconds of meeting. She was a tad bit shorter than you, with short, light brown hair and slightly upturned eyes. She was cute, and beautiful in her own way.

You give a rather unfeminine groan in reply through a mouthful of toothpaste.

"Aw, cheer up." She grins and adjusts her round, gold glasses.

"I can't," you troop over to your closet and fish out your clothes for the day. Your closet was neatly colour-coded and in touch with the current fashion trends in Seoul. 

"Hm?" She looks up.

"I physically cannot cheer up. My body is lacking its daily dose of memes." You mutter and wiggle (SISTAR style) into your clothes.

(For those who don't know what I mean by SISTAR wiggle, voila below d-_-b skip to 0:55)

(TOUCH MY BODEH, BODEH

TOUCH MY BODEEEH. BODEH.

TOUCH MY BODEH OHWOWOWOWOW <--- le me annoying the crap out of le mother)

The makeup artist laughs again and stands. You give her a lopsided grin and shuffle out the door with her.

*****

"Monie hyung, pass the soy sauce!"

"No way! I had it first!"

"Mochi jiminie is so small."

"PISS OFF, TAE YOU SNAKE!"

"I HATE SNAKEU!"

You watch in confusion and utter awe at the chaos raging in the dining room of BTS's dorm. Jungkook was draped across Namjoon, clawing desperately for the soy sauce. Tae was being beaten up with a cushion by a furious Jimin, and Hobi was clutching Jin's arm, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Deciding it was better not to interfere now, you turn to go but bump into someone. 

Stumbling back, your arms flail and your feet kick out. Dropping backwards, you brace yourself for impact but...

A strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and your flailing arms latch onto someone's neck. You feel their warm breath blow against your forehead, moving  a piece of hair aside.

"Oy. Don't get hurt, I don't want to pay hospital costs."

Your eyes met Yoongi's serious ones, and you stare at each other for what seemed like decades.

A moment of silence and peace passed...

"Nice recieve, Suga!" Jimin quips before bashing Tae's head with the pillow again.

You manage to keep your cool and let go of Yoongi's neck. His hand, however, remains on your back for a brief moment before turning to the others. "Oy, Jungkook, don't kill Namjoon. Otherwise the funeral costs are on you."

Jungkook immediately let go.

"Hey, your breakfast will get cold, noona." Taehyung grabs your arm and drags you to the table.

You silently wonder what the hell you had gotten yourself into.