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

Chapter 41 - I Regret

Anyway, moving on from the last chapter...

Your POV

My eyes shot open, and all I could do was stare at the ceiling. The day's events played out in my head like short clips. Suga bought me a bike. He gave me my racing money. He confessed to me. He kissed me. I kissed him back.

We slept together.

He was still soundly asleep next to me, his blonde hair all the evidence needed to see that last night happened. He looked surreal in the sunlight, his pale skin stark against the navy blue sheets. His face was completely relaxed, his lips slightly parted as he breathes. I crawled out of the bed, shivering at the cold. I nearly fell to the ground from how sore I felt, cursing to myself as I walked like a newborn deer. I couldn't help but question what the fuck I had been thinking. He's my friend. There had been no benefits added.

I manage to collect the clothes I had been wearing and look at them. The only clothes that were actually mine now were the jeans and the leather jacket from Namjoon. I didn't have any underwear nor a shirt. I looked at his boxers that I had been wearing and seriously considered.

No. Not after last night.

I pulled the jeans on, completely commando. Then I slipped my jacket on, zipping it up and praying it hid the fact that I didn't even have a bra on (since I couldn't find it). I quietly went to the outside bathroom and looked at my appearance to maybe fix what I could. I could fix the hair, my (H/C) locks an absolute disaster. I ran my hands through it and tried to make it look deliberate, using some water occasionally. I looked at my neck and grimaced, the dark purple marks very visible. I zipped the jacket up as far as it would go, still failing to hide some of them. I groaned, abandoning the bathroom. I grabbed my keys, wallet, and the duffle bags before running out. I pack the duffle bags onto the carrier and under the seat. I swing my leg over the beautiful body of my bike. I paused when I had to adjust, the jeans in a place that wasn't helping that I was already sore. I started the beautiful beast, firing out of there. The engine was one of the sweetest purrs I've ever heard, letting my thoughts settle for a little.

I can't believe I did that. We're only friends. That was my virginity. That was his virginity. What is wrong with me?

I drive to a different cafe than usual, not wanting to see anyone I know. I would only get drunk at Hoseok's bar, meaning I would be a huge mess. As nice as a drink sounds right now, I am not getting drunk. If I went back to the apartment, I would have to explain hickeys to Jungkook. Even if I avoided Jungkook, Jimin would find out and tell Jungkook, and Taehyung wouldn't be able to keep his trap shut to Jimin. I'm not going back to Suga's, not after I just ran out. Jin already flew out a few days ago. What about... Namjoon? He would know what to do.

I park the bike and use the kickstand to keep it upright. I walk into the cafe with my phone out, sending the text to Namjoon.

Text chat:

Me: Hey, I kind of need to talk. Are you back at your apartment? I'm at the cafe a couple streets down from Hope Bar. The one I never go to? Yeah, that one. Can you meet me there? (Sent-8:34am)

I put the phone back into my pocket and order something to eat and sip on while I wait. My entire body hurt, craving for food after the workout from last night. After I order and sit down, I feel my phone vibrate.

Text chat:

Namjoon: I'm back at the apartment, so I'll be there in five (Sent-8:36am)

I sigh in relief and wait patiently, staring outside the windows.

Suga POV

When I wake up, I'm not sure if I'm relieved or hurt that (Y/N) isn't there. That would have been a sight to see, but I also know that I probably made her uncomfortable. We're just friends, no matter what was said.