Boy In Luv { hiatus }

Wine

He bit into my lip and I gasped and arched my back as I sat in his lap. I didn't care anymore, we couldn't be friends not even if we tried.

"Your so sexy." He whispered into my ear.

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Two days earlier.

I was sitting down at the bar in my apartment, scrolling through my phone at the pictures of Cory and I. I feel bad, I went around kissing Suga like it was no big deal while Cory was being loyal. I broke his heart knowing he would never break mine.

I came across a picture of us that my mom took. We were sitting on the couch watching a movie with his arm around me. I sighed at the thought.

I decided to cook some dinner since it was getting pretty late. I got up from the barstool and took out some ingredients. I was just taking a pan out when there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I said loud enough so that whoever was behind the door can hear me.

"Your new friend." The voice behind the door said.

My mind drifted of to last night. It's obviously Suga.

I walk out the kitchen and towards the door and unlocked it with a swift motion.

"What are you doing here?" I asked bluntly.

"Woah! I thought we were friends?" He said putting his hands up.

"Oh we are, I was just cooking." I shrugged.

"Oh good, cause I'm hungry." He said, and pushed passed me.

"I dont remember-" I cut myself short and sighed. Why would I matter, he's not gonna listen to me. I thought.

He was in the kitchen standing over the ingredients on the counter. "Whatchya making?" He asked.

"Dinner." I say and start cutting an avocado.

"Can I help?" He asks, picking up an onion.

I snatch it from him before he does anything stupid.

"Can you even cook?" I say turning around and raising a brow.

"Jin taught me a few things." He said rolling up his sleeves.

"Okay, wash your hands and mince the onions." I say and scoop the inside of the avocado into a bowl.

He walks over to the sink and washes his hands. Then he opens a drawer and pulls out a knife.

He start mincing the onions, at least his version of mincing. He slowly, chop by chop, cut the onions in tiny pieces. He looked to be trying hard to not cut himself.

"I feel my mother's pain." He whimpers.

I chuckled and and try to get the seasoning from the top cabinet. I was extremely short and I was tippy-toeing to reach it. I grunted as I tried to tippy-toe higher.

I then felt Suga's chest pushed behind my back as he effortlessly raised his hand and pulled the seasoning out of the cabinet.