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

Chapter 43 - Care

Your POV

"I already told you I'm sorry, okay?" I yell, holding cleaning supplies. "You started it, not letting me see the masterpiece you had!"

"That's rich," he replies bitterly, scrubbing at the dry paint in his car. "I distinctly recall that someone decided to run a streak of paint down my cheek because she just couldn't let me finish."

I laugh a little as I scrub at the carpet. "By the way, you missed some of the paint in your hair during your shower."

He groans as he gets out of the car and tries to find the bright blue paint in the window. I pull out of the car myself and go over to him. I put some water onto a paper towel and move his hand out of the way to get it. I giggle a little as he pouts at me.

"There. All better."

"I hate you so much."

I smile and give him the paper towel. "Well, let's finish cleaning this up before nightfall. That would make life much more difficult."

He groans, throwing his head back. "We've been cleaning for hours now."

I look at the car's clock. "It's been two, to be exact." Then I look at the state of the car. "But we have made a lot of progress. Just a little more, no? I just have to finish cleaning my carpet and you have your chair to finish. Then we're done."

He crawls back into his side as I go around the car to restart. "Pizza sounds so good right now."

"Anything sounds good right now."

He laughs a little before throwing away his paper towel. I finish scrubbing the white out of his black carpet. I throw my paper towel at him since he has the trash bag. He looks at me with disgust before throwing it away.

"Rude. And here I was, treating you so well."

I laugh again, loving the fake distaste on his face. "You are treating me quite well."

He shakes his head with a smile and ties up the bag. He waits for me as I stretch a little before grabbing the cleaning supplies, my back aching after being bent over for so long. I walk over to him and we start walking without a word. We absolutely reek of cleaning products and sweat, but I was ecstatic we didn't reek of paint. A second shower for the day sounded pretty damn good to me. I was sore now, and something told me that Namjoon was too. It could have been the visible limp he had from stiffness, but it was more the look in his eyes as he walked next to me. He looked kind of tired, unlike I'd ever seen him before.

I pressed the button and turned to him. I was about to open my mouth, but I was caught off guard when he rested his head on my shoulder. I went completely stiff in that moment, but soon relaxed. I pat his shoulder as we waited for the elevator.

"Namjoon..."

He kept his face to my shoulder, and I felt his warm breath as he replied, "I just needed real reassurance that you're here, alive and well. Not a dream."

"Of course I'm real," I say quietly, barely above a whisper. "Of course I turn to you in times of need."

His free hand then rested on my shoulder, lingering there until the elevator dings. He straightens up as if nothing even happened, getting in after I do. He swipes his key card again and presses his floor. He taps his fingers against the railing in the elevator, the trash sitting next to his feet. I kept the basket of supplies in my arms as I watched the number steadily increase.

"(Y/N), I've been meaning to ask."

I turn around to look at him. "Yeah? What's up?"

"Do you remember anything from the night of the party? Like, any details at all?"