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

Chapter 37 - Shopping

Your POV

I spent most of my time sleeping, on Suga's instruction. I woke up the next day at noon, well rested but still dizzy. I sit up, holding my head and yawning. I scratch at the back of it, still confused on the last night's events. Everytime I woke up last night and tried to do something, Suga was there to give me painkillers and put me to sleep. I finally just kept sleeping until the sun made it physically impossible to do so. I throw the blanket off and place my feet on the cold, wooden floor. I stand, wobbling slightly, keeping at least one hand on a surface as I squinted at the sun. I stumble out of the room I was in, attempting to maneuver to the kitchen.

"Hey, (Y/N). You're finally awake?"

I look at the boy in the kitchen, not expecting to hear the deep voice of Taehyung. "Finally, yeah. Where's Suga?"

He sets some burnt toast on the table, sighing. "He went to get a job, since he decided to quit racing, for some reason. He had to leave early to take the bus."

You nod in acknowledgement, then look at all the burnt toast. "Do you want me to cook?"

He sighs. "I'll just go pick something up. You're not cooking, you have a concussion. Suga would kill me, and I'd like to live another day."

"Jimin finally let you out of his sight?"

He flushes, turning away as he throws the toast away. "He agreed since we got our fill of each other. He wants to see me again tonight to watch a movie and check up on you. I heard Jungkook also wants to see you and bring some clothes."

"Something tells me that fill is an understatement," I smile, sitting on the couch with my phone.

"Fuck you, (Y/N)."

"Jimin beat me to it," I remark, unlocking my phone.

"Anyway, Jungkook might have a problem with you being in Suga's clothes." He throws the plates in the sink, rinsing them. "Suga said he would buy you some new pants."

I nod, scrolling through my phone.

Text chat:

Namjoon: (Y/N), TELL ME YOU'RE OKAY, I CAN'T TAKE THIS (Sent-4:30am)

"Ah, fuck," I whisper.

Text chat:

Me: Sorry for ignoring you... I was busy with... things throughout the week. (Sent-12:13pm)

Namjoon: FFS, I WAS DYING WITH WORRY (Read-12:14pm)

Me: I even missed school. I'm sorry. Don't hate me? (Read-12:14pm)

Namjoon: As if I could hate you, dumbass. Are you coming back this week? I've seen Jungkook around, but we're not exactly close enough to talk. (Read-12:16pm)

Me: I just got in an accident and don't have a bike anymore, which is unfortunate. I also have a concussion. Isn't that fabulous? (Read-12:18pm)

Namjoon: Uh, no? Like, I can always buy you a bike, but is your head okay? (Read-12:19pm)

Me: No, don't buy me a bike. I already love the jacket and don't need you to buy me more things. I'll probably see you Monday. Pick me up? (Read-12:22pm)

Namjoon: Of course. Coffee too? (Read-12:23pm)

Me: You know me well (Read-12:23pm)

Namjoon: Text me on your progress, okay? You ditched me for a week and then tell me you have a concussion. I can take care of you, if you want. (Read-12:25pm)