ARTFUL Roses ( Suga Ff )

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Suga was sitting on couch, going through the channels on tv. None of them seem to catch his interest . He had this annoying look on his face for past one hour. A " Pssst" Follows by a channel he switches.

I went near him and tapped his shoulders with my index finger. He didn't respond. I used my pinky finger along with index . Still no response. Is he born without a sense of touch

*Nah he don't have sense in first place.

I used my thumb this time and attacked him with all three at a time.

*Oh swag.

I poked him with three weapons. He was too lost in his own fucking world that, he didn't respond even to this . Whatever it is, he was ruffling my feathers now. I lifted all of my five fingers, aimed his shoulders and just like a bat hitting a ball, I slapped him hard. He flopped down from couch with a thud .

" Good morning " I said with a shy smile, innocently bowing . He rubbed his butt multiple times and looked at me with a frown.

" Is this a way you wish someone good morning" He asked me, groaning in pain . I tilted my head and gave him the most innocent smile.

" What the hell do you need" He asked me still rubbing his butt. I blinked my eyes multiple times and fiddled with my fingers.

" Breakfast " .

" Breakfast what" He spat back.

" What do you want for breakfast " I asked him.

" What do we have" .

" Bread with water or bread"

" What" He exclaimed in disbelief. " You threw me down like I am a ping pong ball just for this silly question. And what's with that shy and soft act. It makes me puke out. Eww" He insulted me and stormed towards his room, rubbing his butt all way through.

* If you really want me like me. Then fine I will show you my me.

I went to his room and blasted the door open with my legs. Swinging with great speed , it hit the wall behind, making him jolt at his seat.

" Breakfast ready" I said with a smile and went back to kitchen. Seconds later he came back, eyes glued to the mobile . I thought he would take his seat but rather he kept walking . Once his sense said that he was near the counter, he lifted his hands in air and started doing palm dance.

* Seriously. Is he trying to be funny.

I realized that he was aiming for the refrigerator. I went near him and clapped his palm with two fingers. He looked towards his finger, feeling a sudden touch.

" What are you doing" I asked him. He pulled his hand down and grabbed a water bottle from refrigerator.

" Nothing " He said taking his seat. He drank the water and resumed to his mobile. I plated the special bread which I made for him and served him. Taking my own seat opposite to him, I started munching my bread. He reached for the bread, eyes still glued to mobile and took a big bite of the special bread.

" Ouch... Ouch... My teeth" He screamed in pain. Taking a look at the burnt bread in his hand, He glared at me with anger whereas, I was trying my level best to control my laugh. He hanged the burnt bread in air and asked me