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﹥ˏˋ♡̩͙♡̩̩̥͙♡̩̥̩ ⋆ ♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤
Your eyes lingered on the silver-haired boy as he walked through the lunchroom with his other third-year volleyball buddies. His eyes meet yours and he sends you a quick wink, causing a red hue to appear on your cheeks before you send him a cheeky smile. Your friend, Aina, nudges you in the shoulder when she sees your gaze on him.
"Stop drooling, you look like an idiot in front of your boyfriend."
"H-He's not my boyfriend," You say, finally looking down from Suga and into your lunch.
Aina moves the collar of your shirt slightly so your collar bone was showing, but more evidently, a bright purple hickey. You slap her hand away as you can feel a heat creeping down your neck. "Then what's that?" She snickers at your reaction.
"He's not my boyfriend," You repeat and shuffle with the collar of your shirt to cover up the mark.
"Well your 'not boyfriend' is coming over here," Aina says nonchalantly.
You whip your head around and she was right, Suga was walking up to you. He leans his elbows against the table and cups his face in his hands.
"Hello, ladies."
"I-um, have to go," Aina says excusing herself and waving a quick bye to you.
Suga slips into the seat beside you and snags a sticky rice ball from your bento. You flick his forehead playfully as he pops the rice in his mouth.
"Hey, it's not my fault you're such a good cook," he says as he reaches for another rice ball. You quickly snag it and stuff it in your mouth, chewing it mockingly. He returns the favor by flicking your forehead and you laugh.
You had to admit, even you thought your relationship with Suga was odd. You definitely weren't friends, but you wouldn't exactly call yourself 'fuck buddies' I mean, you two hadn't even had sex.
The two of you wouldn't hold hands in the hallways or hug before you left for your classes, but once you got to one of your houses, he would unapologetically press his lips to yours or cuddle with you while watching a movie or whisper sweet things in your ear while you fall asleep in his arms. Or even give you hickeys that you would struggle to hide the next day.
"Want to come over today?" He asks, breaking you out of your trance.
Your eyebrows knit together, "Don't you have volleyball?"
He nods his head, "I do, but you could come and watch me play?" He raises an eyebrow at you.
You shrug, "Sure, I'll come," you lean in closer to him and lower your voice into a more serious tone, "You have to be more careful with where you place your lovebites."
