Difficult SugaXReader

Want Some Coffee?

"They're so cute!" I heard a familiar voice.

"Shut up, you'll wake them up." Another whispered. I opened up my eyes to find all of the boys staring at me, they didn't seem to notice me, instead they all looked past me with a somewhat frightened expression.

"You're all idiots." I heard a growl from behind me and felt the couch shift. I watched as Suga reached over me, grabbing a nearby shoe and throwing it at his friends.

"Oh whatever, admit it you like her!" Hoseok teased as he ran back to his room. All of the other boys scattered as well, giggling the entire time.

"Wow." I said. I squeezed my lips into a thin line as I stared at where the boys were standing just moments ago.

"Did those idiots wake you up?" Suga sighed as I felt him sit back. I nodded, still groggy from sleep and not feeling in the mood to say much. Suga let out a long sigh before I felt his weight lift from the couch. He must have jumped over the back of the couch, because I didn't see him get up. It was only a moment before I watched him walk into the kitchen, probably ready to start his day. 

"Yeah, sure, just leave me here." I muttered to myself. I waited a few minutes before I rolled off of the couch and trudged into the kitchen where I found Suga with his back to me. He turned around and nearly ran into me.

"Oh my God, what are you doing in here?" Suga growled while he tried to regain his calm.

"Getting coffee so I don't have to feel like trash all day." I snapped. Suga stared at me for a moment before handing me the cup he had been holding.

"I already made it for you." Suga muttered, scratching the back of his neck. I stared at the coffee for a few seconds.

"Thank you." I responded after a moment. We stood there in an awkward silence before Suga finally spoke.

"So, I was thinking we could go work on your dancing today." Suga sighed, looking down at me. I took a sip of the coffee and looked up at him.

"You're bad at making coffee, it's too bitter." I nodded and pushed past him to get to the sugar.

"If you don't like it, give it back!" Suga shouted, turning and grabbing the cup out of my hands. 

"Hey!" I shouted, whirling around to find Suga holding the cup into the air. I stared at him and crossed my arms, knowing that there was no way I could reach the cup.

"What's wrong, princess?" Suga smirked, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Since when do you call me princess?" I raised my eyebrow to mock him.

"It's either that or Miss Priss." Suga laughed.

"I'm not prissy!" 

"Yeah, you're just really whiny." 

"Am not!" I jumped up to grab the cup and failed.

"Hold on, there's a word for that. Bitchy." Suga continued laughing as we twirled around the kitchen fighting over the cup.

"I swear Suga, do not call me that." I growled.

"How about I just call you bitch, I mean, you kind of are one." 

"No!" I jumped up and smacked the cup out of Suga's hand, causing it to spill right on his head. Suga's mouth hung open in disbelief before his hand slowly dropped down to rest on the counter behind him.

"Yeah, you're definitely a bitch." Suga laughed. I rolled my eyes at him before grabbing a few napkins and starting to wipe off his face. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to spill it on you." I apologized. Suga brushed his coffee-soaked hair out of his eyes to look at me.

"Don't worry, I'll get my payback later." Suga smirked as he continued to just stare at me.

"You should get a shower." I nodded as I looked as his drenched hair. We stared at each other and it wasn't long before we both gave in to laughter.