Chapter 17: A Day of Teasing and Exhaustion

The morning after their passionate night had a completely different vibe. The sun streamed through the window, casting warm light on Jimin’s bare shoulders as he lay tangled in the sheets. His body was sore, aching from the intensity of the previous night. Every shift reminded him of Suga's touches, his kisses, and how rough things had gotten. He stirred slowly, trying to escape the inevitable soreness, but it was no use.

Suga, already awake and propped up against the headboard, watched him with a smirk that Jimin immediately found suspicious. There was something in the way Suga’s eyes lingered on him, a playful glint that spelled trouble.

“Good morning,” Suga said, his deep voice soft but with a teasing edge.

Jimin groaned and threw the nearest pillow at him, already knowing where this was going. “You’re insufferable,” Jimin muttered, burying his face in the sheets to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks. He could still feel the remnants of last night’s passion etched on his skin—bruises and hickeys that marked their rough night.

Suga didn’t miss a beat. “You look like you barely survived,” he teased, his voice laced with satisfaction. “How are you feeling?”

Jimin shot him a glare, which only made Suga chuckle. “Don’t you have something better to do than remind me of how sore I am?” Jimin asked, exasperated as he gingerly sat up, wincing slightly.

But the teasing didn’t stop there. From the moment they left the bed, Suga’s playful narcissism was in full swing. During their morning workout, as they were cycling down the narrow paths, Suga pedaled beside Jimin with a grin that never seemed to fade. Every chance he got, he leaned closer, whispering, “Last night, huh? I didn’t know you had that much stamina,” or “You’re still blushing—cute.”

Jimin's face burned every time Suga said something. No matter how hard he tried to ignore him, the memory of Suga’s lips on his skin and the feeling of being completely consumed by his desire made it impossible. Suga’s teasing words were like fuel to the fire, and it didn’t help that Jimin’s body still bore the evidence of their passionate night.

When they moved on to their training, Suga only got worse. As they sparred, he purposely aimed at Jimin’s sides, avoiding any real damage but making sure Jimin felt the soreness in his muscles. “Come on, you can do better than that,” Suga taunted, dodging Jimin’s punches with ease, knowing full well that Jimin’s movements were slower because of the night before.

Jimin, beyond annoyed now, huffed in frustration. “You’re impossible! You know I’m sore.”

Suga smirked, catching Jimin’s wrist mid-punch and pulling him in close enough to whisper in his ear, “I wonder why you’re sore.”

Jimin pushed him away, glaring daggers at him, though there was no real heat in his anger. It was impossible to stay mad at Suga, especially when the man looked so damn pleased with himself. “You’re the worst,” Jimin muttered, his breath coming out in short bursts as he leaned against the wall, trying to catch his breath.

Suga only grinned wider. “You love it.”

Later in the day, when Jimin thought he’d finally get some peace while studying, Suga found a new way to mess with him. He sat across from Jimin at the dining table, casually flipping through some paperwork, but every now and then, his eyes would flicker up to Jimin, and he’d say something like, “You’re sitting kind of funny, aren’t you?” or “You need another pillow to sit on?”

Jimin slammed his book shut, frustration bubbling to the surface as he shot Suga a warning look. “One more comment, and I swear—”

Suga raised an eyebrow, unfazed. “You swear what?”

Jimin opened his mouth to retort, but nothing came out. His words faltered under the weight of Suga’s gaze, and all he could do was groan in defeat.

Even cooking wasn’t safe. While Jimin was chopping vegetables for dinner, Suga leaned against the counter, watching him with a playful glint in his eyes. “Need help with that? Your hands don’t seem as steady today. Maybe you should take a break, I can handle it.”

Jimin knew what Suga was implying, and it took all his self-control not to throw the knife at him. “I’m fine,” Jimin snapped, cheeks flushed. He wasn’t about to give Suga the satisfaction of knowing how tired he really was. But it didn’t help that every time he turned, he could see Suga smirking in the corner, thoroughly enjoying himself.

By the end of the day, Jimin had had enough. After hours of being teased, poked, and prodded, he retreated to their room, applying ice packs and creams to the marks scattered across his neck, chest, and thighs. He winced as he pressed the cold pack to a particularly tender spot, muttering under his breath about how Suga had gone too far.

From the doorway, Suga leaned against the frame, arms crossed, a smug smile playing on his lips. “Need some help with that?”

Jimin shot him a look that could kill. “I wouldn’t need help if someone wasn’t so rough,” he retorted, glaring at him while still trying to soothe the marks.

Suga laughed, pushing off the doorframe and walking over. “I warned you last night, didn’t I?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, and I warned you to stop teasing me all day.”

Suga’s grin softened slightly as he sat down next to Jimin, his hand brushing gently against Jimin’s shoulder. “Okay, okay, I’ll stop,” he said, though the amusement in his eyes hadn’t entirely faded. “But I can’t help it. You’re too fun to mess with.”

Jimin rolled his eyes, still annoyed but unable to stay mad at Suga for long. The playfulness in his teasing had made the day exhausting, but deep down, Jimin knew it was all in good fun.

Just when he thought the day was over, and the teasing might finally come to an end, the rest of the gang walked in, noticing Jimin covered in ice packs and creams. Taehyung raised an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “What happened to you, Jimin?”

Jimin froze, feeling all eyes on him. He shot a glare at Suga, who was now biting back a laugh. “I... I’m fine,” Jimin muttered, trying to downplay it.

But Jungkook wasn’t letting it go. “Are those hickeys? Wow, someone had a rough night,” he teased, elbowing Namjoon with a snicker.

Jimin’s face turned beet red, and he glared at Suga like knives, wishing the ground would swallow him up. “I—it's not what you think,” he stammered, though his flushed cheeks betrayed him.

Jin, ever the quick-witted one, chimed in with a smirk, “At this rate, Jimin’s going to be pregnant soon.”

The entire room burst into laughter, and Jimin groaned, burying his face in his hands as the teasing continued. Suga, still laughing softly, leaned in and whispered in Jimin’s ear, “Guess they know now.”

Jimin didn’t even bother responding. He just gave Suga one more deathly glare, though it was clear to everyone in the room that his frustration was laced with affection.

As the night wore on, the teasing died down, but the warmth between them remained. Even through all the playful banter and the embarrassment, Jimin couldn’t deny the smile tugging at his lips. Suga’s teasing, though exhausting, was just another way of showing how deeply connected they were. And despite all of it, Jimin wouldn’t have had it any other way.

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