Generally you and your bf, Suga, got along perfectly, you barely ever argued- and on the occasion that you did it was never been before a game. But there’s a first time for everything…

Suga had expected for you two to makeup after the game… NOT for you to now be siting in on the side of the opposing team, in another guys jersey.

He glared coldly at the guy before walking up to you before the game started with a scarily gentle warning. “Take that off.” he passed you his spare shirt.