So Much for Being Siblings

"How about you stay at my house for the night?" Suga asked.

I had to replay that in my brain in order to process what Suga had just suggested to me. 'Did he just ask me to stay with him at his house for the night?' I asked thought to myself with disbelief. But after I realized that if I passed on this, I might never have this opportunity again.
I nodded my head furiously. "YES!" I yelled a bit too loudly. "I mean...yes." I said with a quieter voice.
Suga smiled and said, "Then let's go before you parents and Jimin find us." Suga took my hand and we were running until we came up to a two story house. It was Suga's house.
He quickly opened the door and we went in. The second I entered, I noticed that the kitchen looked unused and there were a pile of boxes in the corner of the living room that had a thick layer of dust covering it. I turned to Suga and asked, “Are your parents not home?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Don’t worry about them. They’re usually out working like 24/7. They visit like what-once a month? It’s fine Kana. You can sleep here. They won’t find out.” He ensured and flashed me a smile. My heart fluttered and did a happy dance.
“Ok then.” I replied then looked at my watch.
1:16 a.m.
“Wow, it’s late. Um…where can I sleep? Would your parents mind if I slept on their bed?” I asked.
Suga raised an eyebrow. “Why the hell would I let you sleep by yourself on my parent’s bed? Are you kidding?” Suga asked.
My face burned. I felt embarrassed. Suga was nice enough to let me stay at his house. I was too full of myself and felt like I had such a privilege. ‘Ugh. Suga must think I’m a freak now. Dang it.’ I thought to myself as I did a mental face-slap.
Suga took my hand and dragged me upstairs into a room and locked the door. I looked around. A bed in the corner, a pile of laundry in another corner, there was a T.V. set, a table, and some other furniture. The room would be considered big.
“Let’s go to sleep.” Suga said as he pulled me onto the bed.
“Wait. Wait. What??” I asked in confusion.
Suga looked at me with an innocent face. “What? Did you think you can sleep in my parent’s room? You’re sleeping with me, Kana.”
Suga then laid me down on his queen-sized bed and positioned himself next to me. I was still too surprised to move as he pulled the blanket over us.
‘I’M SLEEPING WITH SUGA!!! I’M SLEEPING WITH SUGA!!! I’M SLEEPING WITH SUGA!!!” I kept shouting in my mind.
Suddenly Suga sat up. “Shit.” Suga said under his already raspy voice. “Forgot to change and close the lights. You too. You aren’t really going to sleep in that are you?” Suga pointed to my outfit.
“Ahh. Right.” I said, realizing that I wouldn’t be able to sleep in the outfit I had.
I turned my head away as Suga changed into a more comfortable white shirt and shorts. Then he came up to me and handed me a set of clothing. “Here…” Suga said. “You can borrow these. The bathroom is down the hall.”
I took the clothing and exited the room. I went into the bathroom and changed. I put Suga’s white t-shirt on. It was big, I was still able to wear it. It was so big and long that it reached below my butt, like a skirt. I tried to put his shorts on, but it was so big, the second my hands let go of the waist-band, they fell down. I sighed.
‘Oh well. At least this shirt is big enough to cover me.’ I thought as I walked back to Suga’s room. The second I entered Suga’s room, I saw Suga looking out the window. He turned to me and his gaze slowly trailed down to my legs. I felt sort of embarrassed.
“Is there something wrong with my shorts?” He asked as his gaze was frozen at my legs.
“Erm…they were too big for me. They keep falling down…so. Yeah.” I replied.
Suga made the ‘oh’ face then walked over to my direction and reached for the light-switch. He turned-off the light and took my hand and we laid in bed.
Moonlight peaked through the window’s curtains. After a few minutes Suga seemed to be asleep. But I couldn’t. I mean, how could I? The person I liked was sleeping right next to me. I was in his bed. How could I possibly fall asleep?
I simply looked at him in awe as the bright moonlight shined on his flawless face. His face was of an angel’s without his usual scowl in is brows. My smile formed on my face as I looked at how perfect he was.
Then a knock on the bedroom door broke the silence.

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