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

Chapter 39 - Buying Forgiveness

Your POV
A few days have passed of you guys just hanging out and stuff, since he still had school and was searching for a job.

"Suuuuuuuugaaaaaaaaa," I whine from the couch, my head resting on the back of it.

"What? You've been whining for the past thirty minutes."

"I'm boooooooorrrrrrrred," I said, ignoring the phone right next to me. Annoying the boy near me was more fun.

"I swear, if you keep whining, I'm going to--"

"Suuuuuuuugaaaaaaaaa."

He calmly puts the pan and spatula down. He walks over to me and stands over me with the most menacing look on his face. I shut my mouth in a moment.

"Forgive me?" I asked timidly.

I shoot off the couch in an attempt to get away, but he grabs me by the hips and pulls me back. I scream as he straddles me, running his fingers over me as he tickled everywhere he could.

"S-Suga!" I yelled, attempting to stop anything. "Ah, I'm sorry!"

"I warned you," he replies, still tickling me at an unreal pace.

I squeal and squirm as giggles leave my mouth. I'm crying and uncontrollably laughing when he finally stops. He gets off me and goes back to cooking as if he hadn't done anything. I finally stop laughing, but tears are still falling out of my eyes as I pant on the edge of the couch.

"You are satan spawn," I breathlessly say, gripping the couch to death.

"Sure. You're the one who wanted to stop being bored. I simply obliged."

"Fuck you, Suga."

"You would, wouldn't you?"

I fall completely silent. I didn't know why it suddenly made me flustered to picture his fingers running over my body in a completely different, pleasurable way. I would have fired back a retort if I was simply me. Why couldn't I just manage to insult him now? Why was I thinking about if he would be delicate or rough?

"I was joking, (Y/N). Calm down. Lunch is ready."

"R-Right."

"After lunch, I want to take you somewhere since you've been here and I've been rushing around."

I crawl off the couch, thankful for the change in subject. "Where?"

He sets lunch, (whatever you want), on the table. "That's a surprise."

I groan as I sit, then grab some food. "I want to know!"

He chuckles, sitting across from me. "Too bad."

I growl, shoving a forkful into my face. He keeps smiling and shakes his head once before eating.

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Once we were done with lunch, we got on our proverbial outfits. I slipped into the jacket from Namjoon and wore the jeans from Suga. I had a shirt I stole from Suga underneath the jacket, knowing I might get hot later. Suga was in skinny jeans and his leather jacket, his blonde hair ending right above his eyes.

He smiles when I come out of the room, still tying my hair up. "Ready?"

I nod, putting my arms down after it was secured back. "As long as it's not a fancy dinner."

"The fanciest dinner we would go to is fast food," Suga replied as he left the apartment. I followed him out, smiling and shaking my head. I closed the door behind me and listened as it automatically locked. I raced down the stairs, gliding down the railing and passing him in only a moment. I landed on the ground, stumbling a couple steps before standing straight.