Who to Choose? ~BadBoy!Suga X Fem!Reader X Player!RM~

Chapter 30 - Back to the Grind

Sorry that it took so long to update (usually, I update about every day, but this time took me multiple! Oh, the horror). Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Your POV

I stared into the mirror after getting home. My heart was beating seriously fast. I kept picturing his face, feeling his lips on mine. I ran a hand over my neck, the touch of his fingers still there. He was so inexperienced that it was cute...

Suga, cute? Man, my life has gotten weird.

I throw water on my face and shiver at its freezing temperature. There was something wrong with me. I had kissed two different guys in the same day. I felt deeply with one while my heart was beating furiously with the other. What the hell?

I hear the door unlock and shut.

Jimin's voice comes from the living room. "(Y/N), you awake?"

I quickly dry my face off and go out to the living room. "Yeah, I have been since about three."

He looks at the clock before looking back. "(Y/N), it is three."

"AM, Jimin. This morning."

He nods in understanding, setting food on the counter. "Did you do anything yesterday?"

"Just sleep." I notice his messy hair, the way it looks greasy as if he hasn't showered recently. "What have you been doing? You weren't here this morning."

His back is to me, but I see him visibly tense. "I was just out. Dancing classes, the usual."

I lean on the counter next to him, crossing my arms with a raised eyebrow. "Your studio gave you time off until Jungkook was out of the hospital. You don't have classes this week."

He freezes, completely and utterly.

"Jimin, what did you do?"

His face slowly turns red. "I made up with Taehyung..."

I break into a smile. "That's great! Why are you so nervous?"

Then it hits me why he's so red. Why he avoided the subject.

"You didn't," I gasp.

He nods bashfully, hiding his face behind his hands. I grab his shoulders and take him over to the couch, sitting.

"I want details."

He looks like a bomb just went off in his brain from embarrassment. He won't remove his hands from his face either. He's just sitting there like a little girl with a secret.

"Who was top? Bottom?" I shake him. "I need details."

"T-Taehyung was bottom for most of the time..."

I raise my eyebrows before smirking. "'Most of the time'?"

"You're impossible to deal with," he counters. "B-But yeah... It's not bad."

"I wouldn't know, would I?" I reply, my smirk dropping. "How do you even start?"

"There's teasing... A lot of it so the other person doesn't hurt," Jimin said slowly, his hands still hovering in front of his chin. "If done right, the other person's into it..."

"You look like you're going to explode and die in a hole," I remark at his red cheeks.

"My soul has already left my body because of your stupid questions."

"Does it hurt?"

He sighs. "If done right, not in the moment. Afterwards though, you can get really sore. I wasn't even the one being... bottom... for most of it and I'm still sore in the hips."