"Your waist ... it's tiny."
What the fuck is he talking about?!
Snorting, Suga couldn't take it anymore and blurted out harshly, "What do you want from me?! I'm not even looking for trouble with you! I haven't even broken any rules today!"
Hearing Suga's barrage of protests, the man's eyes widened with amusement. Suga despised how the man seemed to be deriving enjoyment from his nervousness.
"You've been avoiding me on purpose lately, right?"
Biting his lower lip, Suga fell silent. The man tightened his grip on his waist again, and Suga's breath caught.
He maintained that pressure, squeezing and releasing his grip, over and over, his gaze fixed on Suga's bluish face.
"You don't look well these days, even though you've gained weight."
Now that he mentioned it, Suga immediately noticed his pounding headache and queasy stomach, as if his insides were being stirred.
