After dinner, as per Suga's request, you show him around the rest of your house that he had not yet seen. Once the tour concludes, you end up by the back door.
"Can we go outside?" Suga asks as he looks out the door.
"I think it's about to rain, but sure let's go."
In your backyard sits a deck alongside a huge pool. You follow Suga as he walks over to it.
"You're pretty lucky," Suga says as he looks out across the yard. "Must have been fun playing here as a kid."
You shrug and walk over to the pool. You sit down by the edge and place your feet in the water. "It's not that lucky when you can't really share it with anyone," you say knowing that having friends over means letting them hear yelling and screaming.
Suga takes a seat beside you. "Seems like you're pretty distant with your parents," he comments.
"Was it that obvious," you look away. "But you're right, I don't have the best relationship with them."
"It wasn't obvious 'til I heard your mom yell at you when I left the other day..."
You let out a sigh, more than a bit embarrassed that he both heard your mom and pieced together the details of your home life better than anyone else without being told much.
"Sorry about that, my mom just thinks that I'm going to run away before she can take me away from-" you stop yourself before you say too much.
Luckily, Suga doesn't question your behavior. Instead, you watch with confusion as he stands up silently and looks down at the pool.
"Are you okay?"
No response. Then, he begins to walk away far from the pool. Only when he stops and turns around does he speak with his charming smile again.
"I'm not a great swimmer so I hope someone will save me!" he calls out to seemingly no one in particular.
As you realize what he's saying, Suga runs towards you and the pool. He jumps into the water making a huge splash and soaking your clothes.
That idiot...
"Help!"
You look over to see Suga's head just barely bobbing above the water until he goes under completely.
"Suga?! Oh, crap!" You begin to freak out, not knowing whether he's serious or not, and worried that he might actually be in trouble.
You don't waste much time diving into the water and swimming towards him. Just as you reach the spot where you saw his body go under, he jumps out at you and squeezes you.
"Suga! You idiot, you scared me!"
Suga chuckles, not taking you too seriously. "You were right, Y/N. Your pool is more fun with other people."
"Except," you begin to lecture him as you're released from his embrace, "now your only clothes are soaked."
"So what?" he grins. "I'm having fun with you, that's what matters. Lighten up, Y/N!"
Without waiting for whatever excuse you were about to come up with, Suga dives underwater again. You look around for him, but it's a bit difficult to see under the water in the dark. Then, when you hear him come up for breath, you see he has popped up a ways from you.
You dive into the water as well, swimming over to him with a smile on your face. When you get to him, he's sitting on one of the steps. You sit beside him.
"You know, I meant what I said before. I really like spending time with you. You help me take my mind off of a lot of stuff I don't want to think about..." he trails off.
However, you grin knowing that you feel the same way, because when you're with him you don't think about leaving Japan as much.
"Me too."
Hearing this, Suga perks up and looks over at you. He lifts his hand to your face and cups your cheek. Almost as if in slow motion you watch as Suga leans towards you, parts his lips slightly, and kisses you. In that moment, all you could think about was him.
Your thoughts about school? Gone.
Your parents? The big move? Nothing was left in your mind except for him as though he was the only thing that mattered. You can feel his strong arm wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. You wish to feel more of him like this, realizing how you truly felt about him since the start. You savor every second until his lips disconnect from your own, causing you to shiver from the lack of warmth.
Suga looks at you as he drops his arm back down to his side. He smiles. "You always look cute when you're flustered," he comments.
Immediately, you dive back into the water, not begin able to deal with his teasing. That was, after all, your first kiss.
When you pop out of the water just far enough that he can't see your face, you call out, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"
He chuckles and dives in the water after you. When he catches up, he wraps his arms around you yet again and spins you to face him.
"Come on, don't be like that," he smirks.
The moment he gets you to look up at him, he pulls a new move. Bringing you as close to you as he can, he lowers his head and kisses you once more. Just as your lips connect, it starts to rain. The harsh drops cause you to flinch and pull away.
"I'm so glad I started talking to you," he says with a smile as he moves your hair out of your face.
"M-me too," you shiver.
"Are you cold? Let's go inside."
You nod in agreement and follow Suga out of the pool.
"W-wait here," you say through chattering teeth. "I'm going to r-run inside and g-get towels!"
When you get back outside, you nearly drop the towels on sight. There, before you, stands Suga attempting to pull off the wet shirt sticking to his body.
You can't help freak out in your mind, realizing just how attractive he is. You force yourself to take a deep breath and calm down before shutting the door behind you and walking over to him.
"H-here you go," you stutter again, yet this time not because of the weather.
"Thank you," Suga grins as he takes the towel from you.
As the two of you dry off, you do your best to avert your eyes. However, you can't help but glance over a few times.
"Oh! By the way, I brought out a pair of sweatpants I found. They don't fit me and they might be better than wet shorts..." you say as you snap out of your trance.
"No shirt?" Suga asks curiously.
Dammit, I didn't even think of that.
"I totally forgot," you sigh, "but I can go get you-"
"No, I'll be okay, don't worry," he smiles reassuring you.
The two of you then make your way inside. Suga walks to the bathroom to change while you do the same. When you meet up again, you offer to bring his wet clothes upstairs in the laundry to dry which he accepts.
Coming back downstairs Suga's sitting on the couch, looking at something on his phone. When he notices you walking towards him, he puts it down.
"Here," you say as you pick up the television remote and give it to him, "you can find something to watch if you want."
You then take a seat beside him, only to be moved when he wraps his arm around your shoulder and pulls you closer to him.
"Okay, but you have to sit right next to me."