Detective Suga

Chopsticks - 9

"Hey, I understand you're rich and all, but aren't you going to take off your shoes?" Suga asks exasperatedly, eyeing Jimin's shoes still on his feet.

Jimin rolls his eyes. "You're so Asian, just take them off in my room."

"You're Asian too, dumbo."

"Yeah, but I'm rich so I don't have to do all of that."

"You're crazy." Suga states, cringing with every step he takes with his shoes on.

"Yes, I am a crazy, rich Asian."

Suga stops in his place and puts a hand on his forehead in distress. "No!" He groans, and falls to the floor.

Surprisingly, Jimin rushes to his side, and starts checking his pulse screaming. "SUGA ARE YOU OKAY?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SICK?!"

Suga just opens his eyes, with a poker face, even though he wanted to laugh so hard that he snorts in Jimin's face. "I'm fine hoe, your lame sense of humor just hurt me really badly, that's all."

Jimin shoves him and gets off the floor. "You're a meanie," he pouts, arms crossed.

"Whatever," Suga says, sitting up, running a hand through his hair. "Let's go eat the ramen so I can go home."

"First, we have to cook it though." Jimin says, leading him through the long hallways decorated with certificates and awards, but none containing any family photos.

Suga just groans. "Are you stupid, Jimin? You just have to put hot water in instant noodles. There's nothing to cook."

The younger just blinks. "Oh."

They reach the kitchen, where the chefs were bustling with tasks, mixing and sprinkling ingredients. Delicious aromas came from the line of food already made. Jimin just eyes them, and then proceeds to ask one of the chefs to make him something.

Jimin tried to catch the attention of one of them. "Um, sir can you please-"

The older grabs his arm, cutting him off. Jimin just looks at him in confusion. "Let's just get the water by ourselves, yeah? They look really busy."

The younger eyes the long, veiny fingers still on his arm. "Okay."

The orange headed male waddles over to the hot water machine and presses the button as he held a cup under the water's flow. The water swirls to the top, steam rising from it. Being satisfied as the water reached the top of the cup, he happily walks back to where Suga was standing.

"I got it, let's go!" He smiles, surprising Suga completely. What is wrong with this kid and his mood swings?

"What do you want to watch?" The younger nonchalantly asks, looking at the older with puppy eyes.

"Um what?"

"Do you want to watch anything?" Jimin asks again, fluttering his lashes.

Suga raises his eyebrows. "I am just here to eat ramen, and after it's finished I'm leaving."

At that moment, Jimin both loved and hated how straight forward he was with his answers.

"O-okay." The younger leads Suga up a white and gold staircase, and turns right, leading into his room.

Walls were painted hues of blue, the ceiling being black. Plastic stars littered the ceiling, the ones that glow in the dark. A black book shelf lined with many books stood out agains the blue. His bed was blue, and his nightstand was black. On his nightstand was a picture of a man holding a baby, his eyes showing all the love he has for the small infant.

"Hm, is that you?" Suga points at the picture.

Jimin just gives a sad smile. "No, that's my brother Jihyun."

Noticing his expression, Suga didn't press more on the topic. "Let's eat the noodles so I can leave." He plops down on the soft bed.

"Okay." Jimin takes the cup noodles from his bag and opens the lid. He points the steaming hot water into it, and stirs with some chopsticks that he grabbed earlier.

"Where are my pair of chopsticks?" Suga asks, eyeing the quiet boy.

"They're right here," the younger says, blindly searching though the folds of his bedsheets. "Where is it? I brought four from the kitchen!"

"Relax it's just chopsticks. Go get two more from the kitchen." Suga says.

"No, I'm too lazy to. Let's just share."

Suga splutters at the suggestion. "W-what?! No, that's gross. Give me my own chopsticks."

"Go get them yourself." Jimin challenges, still stirring the noodles. He stares Suga dead in the eye, trying to be intimidating.

Suga snatches the chopsticks out of Jimin's hand, causing Jimin to gasp in shock. "You thought, hoe."

"You're a thot, lettuce looking weirdo!" The younger screeches, looking at the chopsticks in Suga's hand.

Without thinking, the orange headed man seizes the older's hands and sits on them so they won't move. Then, he grabs the chopsticks with his mouth, looking up to see Suga's cat like eyes staring straight into his own.

It took a moment for him to realize what he did. The older's hands were literally under his butt, if he was perverted he would have been groping them right now, but luckily they were just there, lifeless against his bottom. The proximity between their faces makes his cheeks flame. "Um, sorry, I wasn't thinking," Jimin mumbles and moves away.

"Hm, okay." Suga gets off the bed and dusts off his pants. "You can eat the noodles. Not in the mood anymore." He tugs his shirt down and opens the door.

As soon as Suga leaves, Jimin starts slapping himself. What the fuck was that?

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unedited, sorry for mistakes.