Difficult SugaXReader

I'm Sleeping Where?

"Excuse me?" I huffed in disbelief.

"Well, we only have three rooms in the dorm and there's only room for three in one room. Yoongi is the only one that doesn't have three people in his room. You should be happy, at least there's only two of you in the room instead of three." Namjoon explained.

"You have got to be kidding me! Can't one of you go stay with him instead?" I shouted. I was gritting my teeth at this point.

"That's just too much extra work. Come on, he's not that bad." Namjoon smiled. I scrunched up my nose and sharply turned away from the man without another word. I made my way to Suga's room and banged on the door as loudly as I could.

"What." Suga growled as he opened the door and stared blankly at me. I shoved him back so that I could enter the room.

"This is my room now too." I sighed and set down my bag.

"Oh hell no." Suga growled and turned to the door.

"Namjoon! What did you do?" Suga shouted down the hall.

"Will you just shut up, I don't like it anymore than you do. Trust me." I spat. Suga turned and stared at me for a moment, which scared me a bit. I felt like he was contemplating ways to kill me.

"Where are you going to sleep? The bed is mine and we can't fit another bed in here." Suga muttered. It almost sounded like he was concerned, but I knew it was only him saying 'You don't have a bed, I win.'

"I guess you'll just have to learn to sleep on your own side of the bed." I smirked. I thought 'one point for me.'

"That's a bit risque for a girl to sleep with a strange man don't you think?" Suga raised an eyebrow.

"It's also risque for a woman to live with seven men, but here I am anyway." I shot him a smug look.

"Whatever." Suga rolled his eyes. He finally gave up. I began unpacking my things, trying not to look at the cold eyes that were staring me down the entire time. By the time I had finished unpacking, my stomach was groaning and I realized that I hadn't eaten anything today.

"Um... where can I find things to cook with?" I asked as I turned to look at the boy who hadn't moved from his place on the bed in hours.

"Kitchen." Suga growled.

"I know that! I mean where exactly in the kitchen can I find things?" I huffed. Suga raised an eyebrow at me as if to say 'Do you really think I'm going to help you?'

I sighed in frustration as I stomped out of the room and into the kitchen. I swung open a cabinet with a lot of force. Big mistake. The cabinet smacked right into my head and I shouted out in pain.

"Oh my God! Could this day get any worse?" I shouted as tears began to swell up in my eyes. I sat on the floor with my hand over my head crying for what seemed like an eternity, but was likely only a few minutes.

"Seriously, you're annoying. I heard you all the way from my- I mean- our room." Suga sighed as he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me up. I jerked my arm away from him only for him to grab it again. He dragged my to the room and pushed my inside.

"Wait here." Suga growled and left the room, slamming the door behind him. I sniffled a little bit. I had so much that I wanted to say to him, so many rude comments about how he treats me, but I was too upset to speak. I crawled onto the bed and claimed the right side to be mine. I curled up into a ball and closed my eyes, slowly drifting into sleep.