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

Chapter 36 - Comfortably Uncomfortable

Just really quick before I continue. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR A THOUSAND READS! Yeah, a lot of you are ghost readers, but readers nonetheless. I appreciate you reading! Let's go.

Your POV

I dry off my body as I step hesitantly out of the bath, the water draining behind me. I sit on the edge of the tub, occasionally shaking my head to stay focused. It pounded from time to time, making me pause before continuing. I crack open the door, finding Suga at the stove, his hands moving fast as he throws various spices and stuff into a pot. He changed his wardrobe, now in an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants that hung on his hips.

"Suga?"

He drops his chopsticks before turning around. "Y-Yeah?"

"Can I have those clothes?"

He pauses for a moment before nodding. He quickly picks up the chopsticks and places them on the stove. He runs into a bedroom, soon emerging with a white shirt and black sweatpants. They're both nicely folded and very clean.

I take the clothes and smile. "Thank you."

He nods. "I hope the pants fit."

I disappear back into the bathroom, getting dressed. I put the sweatpants on, them sliding off my hips. I try to tighten them, but find there aren't any strings. I hold them up as I step out of the bathroom, holding the wall with my other hand. He's back at the stove, except he's turning it off and taking the pot over to the table. I watch him set the chopsticks down, his long hands as he pours the soup.

"Suga..."

He finishes pouring the delicious looking ramen into one of the bowls and looks up. "What's... Oh."

I shift, unconsciously, under his gaze, still struggling to keep the pants on my hips. "They're a little big."

He swallows. "I can see that. They're too big for me and the only thing I haven't worn. I thought that you would want something like that, but I'm sorry it doesn't fit. I'll go grab something."

I watch his back as he disappears back into his room. I lean against the wall, taking deep breaths to keep my vision clear. I almost reach up to feel the wound, then decide against it. Gauze has been attached to my head and I doubt I should even touch it.

He comes back, holding small, black shorts. "These should fit."

I nod gratefully as I take them. I start walking back into the bathroom when my legs decide they don't want to work for a moment. I teeter and start to fall when his hand quickly wraps around my waist. He presses me against his chest, his head right above my shoulder. I accidentally dropped the shorts and the edge of the sweatpants in the process. I blush at his warm breath on my ear and the fact the pants have fallen to the floor around my ankles. The shirt was long enough, thankfully, but I could feel the exposure and the edge of the shirt. Any wrong move and I would be exposed.

"Are you okay?" he whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yeah," I reply, realizing my hands had grabbed his arms. "I-I can stand now. I'm good."

"I'm not taking any chances. Put your arm around my shoulder and I'll help keep you up."

"I'm fine, Suga," I insist, still holding his arms as I look over my shoulder. "I need to pick up the pants too, so please."

He shakes his head. "Hold onto the wall and I'll get them. I don't want you falling."

He makes sure I'm steady against the wall before picking up the shorts, looking in a different direction as I attempt to pull the shirt further down. My face is probably so red that tomatoes question their color. He stands back up, handing me the shorts. I take them back. They're unfolded, and that's when I see it.