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blue hour | kth ✓
❍ pairing | taehyung × reader
❍ genre/warnings | strangers to something to ???, one night stand au, pov switch (just one at the end), porn with little to no plot, mentions of infidelity, alcohol consumption, consensual drunk sex, angst, smut, they make out in the elevator and in the hallway pls, a bit of dry humping, oral (m. & f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), sex against the wall, creampie, protected sex, this may or may not be the only time they meet *wink*, cliffhanger ending *chef's kiss.*
❍ word count | 5.8k
❍ glimpse | when you realize how truly alone you were, you find yourself in the blue hour bar where fellow lonely souls came to temporarily forget.
or alternatively, you meet a man in the blue hour, and you get sixty minutes of pure bliss — no more loneliness. moreover, no strings attached. just the two of you wrapped around with each other's warmth.
"Are you with someone?"
"Are you mocking me?"
The man who sat on a stool beside you, orders a martini from the bartender, who you had been chatting with in the past hour only for her to get occupied by none other than the latest comer.
Swirling your drink lazily, you don't bother to spare a glance at him. He thanks the bartender, and you heed of his voice that is gravelly and velvety at the same time.
Was it possible to have such combination?
Tsking, you take a sip of your champagne, unwittingly catching the attention of the man you wanted to stay unaware of.
"You tsked at me," he points out the obvious.
"And what about it?" you sass back. "We're even now."
He chuckles, the low sound of his tone rich and honeyed you start to ponder if the alcohol's effect had begun taking over your senses.
"Why are you snappish at such an early hour?"
"Have you read the sign before entering? It says Blue Hour—" Finally turning your head to take a glimpse of the owner of sultry voice, you don't expect to see an ethereal man, in all his glory — sporting a white button up, black trousers, rings littered around a few of his fingers, to be looking back at you.
And the highlight of all is his dashingly striking blue hair, which he effortlessly pulls off.
"—it's where lonely people come to. Blue hour is any hour," you finish nonchalantly, mentally patting yourself in the back for maintaining an indifferent composure.
You blame it on the alcohol.
He flicks his wrist lightly, the liquor causing moist around the outside of the glass. Lips curling upwards, he leans forward slightly. And you curse yourself for not retracting.
"Peculiar way to propose, but alright." He smiles at you unabashed, swiveling his stool to face back at the bar.
Cocking an eyebrow, you were about to retort when he signals the bartender to come.
"The finest one for the lady here."
You straighten up your back. "You don't have to—"
"Don't listen to her."
You shoot daggers at the blue-haired male. "Excuse me?"
The bartender, having witnessed the exchange between you, chortles. She takes the card that the man hands him, slotting it inside the terminal before flicking her gaze to you.
"Loosen up, babe," she says. "You're here to have fun. Let the handsome man buy you a drink."
Scowling, you roll your eyes and vie, "I've already bought one."
"Still," this time, the man insists, "One drink isn't enough. And besides, what have I, a mere stranger, done to absolutely piss the fuck out of you, yeah?"
You weren't supposed to shiver at his words yet you did. Yeah, right. Mere. A mere curse word is all it takes for you to almost crumble right there and then. Almost.
He had a point though. Why were you even so curt?
The man indeed was undeniably attractive. His voice sounding so velvety with words seamlessly tumbling out of his oh so soft-looking lips. It's weird that you found his cursing alluring.
Maybe it's that fact. The fact that you're finding a complete stranger attractive. And you hate how you were so easy to be bewitched.
Exhaling a deep breath, you down the rest of your cocktail, the newly ordered one smoothly sliding to your line of sight.
"Enjoy the night, folks." The bartender winks at you then takes her cue, leaving the two of you alone.
"So... are you going to answer my question or would you rather keep staring at me?"
His question pulls you out of your stupor. You widen your eyes, scoffing, don't make a move to touch the drink he bought you.
"I wasn't staring," you deny, retorting. "I was thinking."
"Yeah?" He scoots closer on his seat you think he's about to fall off the edge.
The distance diminishes, somehow you're closer than the borderline, but still so far away from each other's grasp. It's the rubbers beneath the stools are what're preventing your skins to touch.
"A penny for your thoughts?" he rasps out.
Fuck it.
"I'm thinking about how I loathe your face right now," you flatly say. "It's getting on my nerves."
The man laughs — like actually laughs. Because he throws his head back, melodic notes tumbling out of his lips. You control the urge to slam it against yours.
"Should I be flattered?" he asks, amusement glinting in his chocolate irises.
You can't help but crack a smile as well, the edges of your lips lifting the tiniest bit as you purposely, slowly wrap your fingers around the wine glass and take a sip from it whilst maintaining the eye contact with him.
You take heed of his adam's apple bobbing up and down before flitting your eyes back to meet with his. They're now a tint darker than earlier, it makes you feel something funny bubbling in your stomach.
It's you who break the eye contact and the silence, placing the glass back down on the bar.
"So," you start. "What's your story? Why is such a fine man like you in a pub of lonely souls?"
He peers at you from the rim of his glass, licking his lips before he answers your question, small smile painting his features.
"Have you heard of Vante Magazine?"
Eyes widening, you gasp and gawk. "No way, you're one of their models?"
The man doesn't seem to be as enthusiastic as you are, but nonetheless, he nods. Albeit it doesn't reach his eyes, he retains his soft smile. "Yeah, but I've recently become one of theirs. So, that's why I'm not surprised if a lot of people don't recognize me yet."
"Wait, so are you moping because you're not famous?" you blurt out the question before you even realize. Instantly, regret swallows you.
However, you can't and don't take it back anymore because the man emits a chuckle, neither bitter now sweet.
"No. It's more of the opposite actually," he says. You don't reply to that, wordlessly ushering him to continue. "I'm well-known back in my workplace. It's fun, really. I talk to a lot of my colleagues. But, it's hard to tell who's real and who's not."
At this, the guilt fully consumes you. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I don't know why I said that."
He smiles at you, and this time, it's a genuine one. "You're fine, really."
A comfortable silence engulfs on the two of you. As you process his words, it's him who breaks the silence.
"What's yours?"
"Huh?" you dumbly say.
He rolls his eyes playfully. "Your story, silly."
"Right," you say, taking a sip from your drink, moistening your suddenly parched throat. Placing the glass back down, you don't speak yet he patiently waits for you, sharp eyes piercing through the side of your head.
"I think I had a break up with my friends."
One of his eyebrows raises, but he doesn't speak, granting you the spotlight.
Releasing a shaky breath, you opt to fiddle with the perspiration that had formed around your glass, seeking soothe on the frostiness. "There was this one guy I dated two years ago. He was in the same circle of friends as I, so we instantly clicked. And, you know those videos on Tiktok where they warn you to never date one of your friends?"
When he nods, you scoff not to him but to yourself. "Two years ago me would've said it was bull. But now, not so much. Truth behold, we never worked out because he cheated — his dumb excuse being because I didn't give him as much as attention as before. Well, it's not my damn fault that I'm ambitious and he isn't."
At this point, you were already telling your story with hand gestures and facial expressions, but he doesn't interrupt you once. So, you allow yourself to get carried away, share something personal to a stranger.
"All of our friends knew that. Why wouldn't they? When everything was happening right under their noses. They got extremely angry at him." You pause and prop your elbow on the bar, temple resting on one of your fists. You sigh before continuing in a much more passive tone.
"But when the issue died down, one month ago, I found out that they had a hangout with him — my ex. They all looked so happy in the photos they posted. And... I was just so confused because I thought they were supposed to hate him. I know they're aware of it because they never invited me in the first place..." Exhaling, you refrain your voice from quivering. "I ghosted all of them — didn't know how to face them after what happened."
Supposedly taking a small sip from your drink, you gulp everything down in one go. Albeit it tasted sweet, the acid leaves a burning sensation down your throat.
"You don't owe them an explanation."
You're surprised to hear his input, head turning to face him. He has a frown etched in his features that you badly wanted to flat your thumb against his lips and wipe away the creases.
Your gazes collide, and he speaks lowly, seemingly genuine with his words. "In fact, you don't owe them anything. If you think cutting them out fully was the right decision, then stick with it."
You release a breathy laugh, this time which doesn't sound forced. "That's another problem," you quip. "I feel shitty with what I did."
He raises an eyebrow. "I think you should be proud of yourself. It's not easy to cut toxic people out of your life."
Your laughter simmers, internalizing what he said. He's right. There are a lot of people out there who have it worse than you do. Even though they're completely aware of the horrors they encounter everyday in their toxic relationships. Sometimes, it got you wondering why don't they ever let go?
And now you understand them. You empathize with what they're going through.
"I just feel like I'm throwing away something we've had for years so easily..." you murmur, almost inaudible but the man catches on what you said anyway.
"They never considered that before doing something they know that would upset you," he retaliates. "If anything, it's their loss. Not yours, princess."
The nickname seems to have roll off his tongue seamlessly, and you become aware of the sudden warmth spreading all over your cheeks.
There's definitely something on the alcohol he bought you.
"You know," you begin, attempting to light up the gloomy atmosphere. "I never got your name."
He returns your mirth, eyes crinkling into crescents. "That's the thrill of it, yeah? Meeting an attractive mysterious man underneath the dim lights of a pub."
You roll your eyes, attempting to seem annoyed but you look anything but it because of the smile that threatened to coat your lips.
"Fine then," you say. "You won't get the honor of knowing mine too."
He laughs at your jest while you bask his harmonious sounds, rendering every part of your body to shiver. Particularly, your nether parts rubbing against each other.
The two of you continue to chat about trivial things as the night deepens. He even orders a second drink for you and this time, you don't feud him for it.
You don't realize the hours that have passed if not for the pub's lights dimming further and turning into a night club. People began to crowd the dance floor, lots of bodies and swaying and grinding among each other.
The man pulls you out of your daze once more, drawing your attention away from the dance floor to look at him instead.
"Dance with me?"
You nod. He offers a hand — soft, silky and veiny, lacing with yours perfectly. You find yourself gazing at your interlocked hands as he leads you towards the dance floor.
Everything seems to happen so naturally. His hands slither around your waist while you throw your arms around his neck, fingers finding their home on the hairs at the nape of his neck.
With the amount of liquor you've consumed, you're certain that you're in the borderline of inebriation. But you didn't mind unlike earlier — you would probably even deny his invitation to dance with you.
Your hips sway along the beat and his hooded eyes lock with yours, body following your lead. Smiling coyly, you draw closer to him, relishing in the way his arms seem to snake tighter around your hips, you can feel his nails digging slightly on your skin.
As more songs drive by, the more your confidence spurs. Shortly, you find yourself brazenly grinding your hips against the man you've been with for the past few hours.
Too preoccupied with the sensation of the bass blaring from the speakers, vibrating through your body — serving as the fuel for you to continuously sway your body against the model. Your eyes fluttered shut as you throw your head back, exposing the flesh of your neck as you rake your fingers through your scalp, keeping one hand occupied in caressing his blue hair.
You don't notice the dark stares he's giving you, how his eyes are now half-lidded, almost pitch black with the way he's darting lustful gazes at you. His fingers dig deeper through the thin material of your dress. How he seems to lean further to your scent, clouding the remnants of his sobriety. The hungry stares he's landing on the flesh of your neck — sheen with sweat and red. The desire to drive his lips all around your skin.
No, you don't notice the fact that his cock twitches against the restraints of his pants. How he wanted nothing else but to be wrapped around your warmth, clench your walls tight around him.
"Fuck," he rasps out.
Everything stops. You halt your motions, earning a strained groan from the man before you.
Fluttering your eyes open, you finally take heed of his disheveled state. He's almost panting as if he's out of breath, lips parted and inhaling shakily. The fringes on his forehead are damp, sticky against his skin. And you're suddenly aware of his crotch pressed against yours.
His eyes are literally begging you to do something, anything. He's waiting for the go signal, because it will be your call. Despite the fact he covets to act upon his desire for you, he patiently waits albeit straining.
Smiling coquettishly, you ask, "Do you wanna go somewhere else?"
At your question, he grunts, playing it off by giving him one of his boxy smiles. "I thought you'd never ask."
You two slip away from the swarming sweaty bodies, his hand never leaving yours as he leads the traverse.
And when you feel the cold air of the night nipping at you, he tugs you towards him, chest landing on his. His warmth instantly overcomes the cold.
"So," His voice is husky. "My place is like at least a thirty minute drive away. And I'm too drunk to drive, so I'm really hoping yours is—"
You press a finger on his lips, instantly shushing him up. Caressing the corner of his jaw, you state, "We'll book a room. There's a hotel in the next block—"
"Okay, great."
He starts to walk ahead of you, tugging your hand so that you'll fall in place beside him.
It takes exactly five minutes and twenty-five seconds to reach the hotel. Then, another five to talk to the receptionist which the whole time you were trying to stop your giggles from escaping through biting your lip because the model is impatiently conversing with the front desk.
And once he finally takes a hold of the key card, he wastes no more time and pulls you towards the elevators. You're both lucky that the place is almost empty — even as you both enter an elevator, there's no one inside.
He swiftly presses the button to your designated floor, licking his lips when the doors close and he sees your reflection in them.
Your stares linger for a second longer and before you knew it, he has you slammed against the metal wall of the elevator, the railings rattling at the impact.
His lips mold with yours, swallowing your moans as you reciprocate his kisses with as much fervor. Tongues battling for dominance, teeth crashing against each other. He takes both of your hands and keep them above your head that has you sighing at the sensation of his strong hands keeping you in place.
The elevator continues to rise, the pressure in your ears ringing but it doesn't make you stop from pushing your head forward, meeting his strength. He groans when you try to combat his strength, pressing his chest further into yours, hips grinding into your crotch.
Even when the elevator dings and the doors open, your lips doesn't stop smoldering against each other as he expertly pushes you out of the cramped space, slamming you against the nearest wall you're certain everyone on the floor heard that.
The excitement creeps up on you, of the thrill of getting caught that you can't help but emit a giggle as the man keeps pushing you towards the end of the hallway. You feel him smile against your lips as he takes the card out and then you hear a beep.
The door to your suite opens and you both disappear inside. With his lips still drinking in every moan you release, his hand manages to flick the light switch on. He whisks the card somewhere, kicks his shoes off and begin to unbutton his shirt.
Meanwhile, you had started palming him against his trousers, feeling his hardness and the material already soaked with his pre-cum. Rhythmically, you also snap your crotch up against his — imagining that it was his dick grinding against your clothed core instead of your hand.
The sensation drives him mad that he growls and pulls you away.
"You sneaky little vixen." With one hand around your waist, his other travels to your back, fingers settling on the zipper of your dress. Then he pulls it down.
Shivers travel on your spine at his cold fingers that you arch your head and sigh lewdly.
He takes the opportunity to bury his head on the crook of your neck and lick at your skin, immediately finding the spot you're most sensitive. His wet tongue causes you to cling on his shoulders, your lips parted and eyes closed.
He sucks eagerly, teeth scraping on your collarbone before he kisses all around your skin until he reaches the column of your neck, littering kisses that had you swallowing, the motions of your larynx meeting his devouring lips.
He paints your neck with love bites that you don't even realize that your dress had pooled on your feet. You're only in your undergarments now. And this spurs you to unfasten the remaining buttons of his shirt. You aid him to remove his top, throwing it somewhere.
You finally get a feel of his toned chest, his sharp collarbones and strong biceps. A sigh escapes your lips as he leaves one more kiss on the side of your neck.
His lips return to slot with yours, kissing you slow and sweet. As you throw your arms around his neck, pressing your body against his, he pushes you both inside of what you assume is the bedroom. He reaches his arm behind to turn the lights on, his lips never leaving yours.
He pushes you until you feel the wall pressing on your back. You notice that he has been pushing you against walls and you wonder if he has a thing for it.
At the mere thought of getting yourself railed against the wall makes your legs tremble slightly.
"Taehyung—" You were about to beg but your voice gets cut off. As if reading your mind, he uses his finger to slide your damp panties aside.
Then he presses his palm flat against your clit.
"You're so damn wet for me already, baby," he purrs, the baritone of his voice sending chills down your spine.
You moan lightly when he begins pumping two of his fingers inside. Forcing your eyes open, your hand wraps around his head, tugging in his blue strands as he adds another finger into you.
He fucks you with three of his fingers while you meet his actions with your hips, mewling at the sensation of his digits curling inside of your folds that you uncontrollably arch your back against him.
And then you feel it. His finger hitting the right spot that has your toes curling.
"Oh, fuck, r-right there," you moan, turning your head to the side and resting your cheek against the cold wall.
He increases his speed, finger fucks the shit out of you. You whimper and sob, feeling the coil around your abdomen tighten. Ungraceful sounds escape your lips that if you weren't being pleasured right now, you would be fuming in embarrassment.
"Come for me," he demands, his lips resting against your ear. You feel his breaths fanning your skin as he continues to pump his fingers into your pulsating pussy.
And then you feel your walls clenching around his digits, see stars behind your eyelids and then you're coming undone, under his command and mercy.
You smile in bliss, feeling yourself soak his fingers that are still continuously fucking you through your high.
Feeling his warmth leave your body, you open your eyes once you've calmed down. And you're not prepared to see him kneeling down on his knees.
Eyes widening, your gasp soon turns into a mewl as he begins to lick all of your leaking juices, the slurping sounds he produces sounding like heaven to your ears.
He hums in approval against your pussy, licking around your inner thighs. You internally beg for him to put his attention to your aching core instead.
After a few kitten licks, his hooded eyes trail up to meet yours. Without breaking the eye contact, you inhale sharply as he sticks his tongue out then slowly licks your nub.
You let out a strangled moan, your hand instinctively tugging at his blue hair lightly.
He dives in, burying his tongue into your clit, lapping everything on its trail. You whimper above him, looking down every now and then to watch how his tongue disappears between your folds. Swirling his tongue around your nub, your body arches against its will, tugging harder at his hair.
"Shit, Taehyung, that feels so good," you mewl loudly and shamelessly, moving your hips along the rhythm of his tongue.
He groans against your pussy, and your words seem to drive him further to fasten his pace. His tongue delves deeper into you, in the crevices of your walls you never imagined can be reached. No one has ever given you this much pleasure in oral. And you wonder amidst your fucked out state, how many women had he sent into utter oblivion.
"I'm so close," you cry out, your body lolling against the wall to seek support while your hands grab at nothing — pulling on his hair again as you feel the familiar sensation of your lower part twisting into knots.
He gets the message, gripping on your hips tighter to keep your convulsing body in place. And for the second time, you feel the waves crashing over you, the stars colliding once again. Your legs quiver as he continues to suck all of your juices, not allowing a drop to come past him.
You only manage to take a deep breath once he pecks your swollen nether lips. Your gaze trails his face as he stands, his chin shimmering with your orgasm. He gives you a chaste kiss before forcing his tongue inside to make you taste yourself.
Humming in approval, you suck on his wet muscle, swallowing the remnants of your orgasm.
Your feel a cold metal hitting your thigh so you pull away, halting his movements. He looks at you confounded while you smile coyly, your voice hoarse from all the moaning as you say, "Allow me."
This time, it's him who gapes at you when you lower yourself down into your knees, watching every reaction he makes as you pull the belt from his pants' loops, dropping the article on the floor. Then, in agonizingly slow manner, you unzip his trousers and pull it down until it pools at his feet.
His breath hitches when you press a chaste kiss against his bulge, palming him through his boxers. He shudders lightly, his palm flatting against the wall for support.
"Stop teasing," he growls while you give him an amorous smile.
Yet, you comply, completely pulling his boxers down. And when his cock springs free, big and proud you can't help but gawk at his size — the head already swollen and dripping with pre-cum.
"What's wrong, princess?" he teases you. "You think you can take me?"
You swallow thickly, mouth watering at his cock. Then, you trail your eyes up his naked body until your gazes collide. Your hand wraps around his length, pumping it a few times and watching how his face contorts into pleasure.
"I imagined myself sinking down on your cock," you breathily admit, causing him to let out a low curse.
His other hand finds home on your hair, pulling gently and urging you to take him.
You breathe through your nose as you finally begin to lick at his swollen tip, eliciting a groan from him. Humming against his length, you suck on its head before taking more of him halfway. You use your hand to wrap around his remaining length then you bob your head up and down, starting with a slow and relaxed space.
He releases low and breathy moans above you, moving his hips as well to match your rhythm, being careful not to choke you.
"That's it, baby," he praises you, raking his hand through your hair to remove strands away from your face. "You're so good, taking my cock so well."
Purring at his approval, you feel your pussy clench at his words, spurring you to swallow more of his length. You hollow your cheeks as you feel the tip of his head hit the back of your throat. His hips stutter, lips parting to release a breathy moan as you fully sheathe him into your warm mouth.
"Fuck, you're so good at this," he grunts, slightly increasing his pace as he fucks himself into your mouth.
Tears begin to form at the corner of your eyes when you find his cock repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. At once, you gag, but you don't pull away, focusing your breathing through your nose. You let him fuck his cock into your mouth a few more times, basking in the way you elicit a lot of moans from him, pride spreading in your chest because you're the reason of his pleasure.
He completely pulls out of you, watches how a trail of your saliva bridges between your parted lips and his swollen head.
When you stand up, he rewards you with his kisses, your tongues fighting for dominance. At some point in the kiss, he unhooks your bra and discards it in the middle of the room. His lips leave yours, trailing kisses down your neck and collarbone until the valley of your breasts where it stops. He takes one of your pert nipples in his mouth while his hand kneads your other one, pinching at your nipple. You arch your back against him, releasing a soft moan. You watch as he gives the same amount of attention to your other breast, tongue swirling at your hard bud before he trails his kisses back up again.
"Jump," he orders and you don't hesitate to comply, hooking your legs around his waist.
He lines himself at your entrance, his eyes meeting yours, flicking in light concern.
"Are you sure you want this?"
Coquettishly smiling, you respond, "Yes. I'm clean and I'm on the pill."
He smiles back, says the same that he's clean too. And then you pull him into a kiss while he wastes no more time as he starts pushing into you.
He drinks in your moans as he sheathes himself further into you. Your breath hitches, suddenly feeling so full.
"G-Give me a second," you breathily say, your head resting against the wall.
He softly smiles at you, pushing the strays of your hair away so that he can see your face. Then, you give him a nod when you've fully adjusted to his size.
His smooth thrusts comes once, twice, thrice, filling you up to the brim as he rolls his hips into yours. Sensual sounds elicited from the both of you echo through the space, your bodies relishing in each other's warmth.
You slide up and down against the wall, feeling yourself sink further into his cock the more he thrusts into you. Your head lolls on his shoulder, hands pulling on his blue strands as you constantly let out mewls of pleasure.
He reciprocates your actions, lips finding home on your neck as he sucks and bites at your skin, rendering goosebumps to travel all over your skin.
"You feel so tight and warm around me, baby," he lowly moans, slightly increasing his pace when he feels your walls clenching around his length.
"Oh, Taehyung!" you moan his name shamelessly, digging your nails down his back when he manages to hit the certain spot within you.
He gets the message, spurring his speed. All the gentleness is gone as he now slams his cock into you. Skin slapping against skin, ragged breaths and breathy moans leaving both of your lips as he thrusts faster, deeper into you. Instantly, you become a whimpering mess, mewling his name over and over again in a chant.
This is ridiculous, you're about to have your third orgasm for the night. It's driving you crazy how your body is easily and seamlessly responsive to his touches. You don't know if you're extra sensitive tonight because of the alcohol or if it's because of the fact that maybe he was a good fuck. Undoubtedly, you incline to believe more in the latter.
His hips powerfully slams into yours, his cock reaching deeper and further in your walls, you feel like all of your insides are getting rearranged.
"Fuck, baby, I'm so close. Come with me," he pleads, burying his head in the crook of your neck.
His thrusts turn sloppier while your toes curl as you feel the both of you reaching the edge of the cliff. And then you finally feel your walls clamping around his length, the world crumbles down as you convulse in his arms, cum continuously dripping down your folds, engulfing his cock and trailing through your inner thighs. He follows shortly, moaning breathily against your ear and painting your walls with his cream.
The both of you collapse against each other when your high dies down. With your eyes fluttered shut and head resting on his shoulder, he pulls away from you, your pussy clenching on nothing. You instantly feel the emptiness. However, it lasts ephemeral for he carries you and then you feel the softness of the mattress on your back.
Your eyes are still closed, your chest heaving up and down as you listen him shuffling around the room. The light dims behind your eyelids, then you hear a few more movements before the side of the bed dips. He covers you both with the duvet. Without another word, you scoot towards him, burying your head in his chest while you feel his arm drape around your waist.
It doesn't take for the both of you to drift off into dreamland shortly, both of your lips shaped into smiles as you engulf yourselves in the warmths of each other.
Taehyung feels the heat radiating towards his bare body hidden under the sheets. Still half-asleep, he hums in contentment shifting his position to lie on his other side.
His hand reaches on the end but when he feels nothing but silk and cotton, the smile coating his chapped lips promptly spurns.
Peeking one eye open, he doesn't expect to see the other side of the bed empty. As if on instincts, it's suffice to prod him wide awake, head lifting off the pillows to scan the room.
Muttering a low curse, he briefly checks the time on the nightstand before kicking off the duvet away from his body. He plants his floor on the feet and immediately gathers all of his discarded and fallen clothes scattered across the bedroom.
He eyes the closed door on the other end of the room, feeling as if it was throwing him an intimidating stare. Because he doesn't know what to expect behind it.
There's no sign of any of your clothes in the room, so that could only mean you were either in the kitchen, the living room or...
Locking his belt with the metal clunking through the silence of the room, his suspicion is proved to be right the moment he opens the door and peers pass the partition.
Taehyung saunters towards the empty kitchen, the only sound serving as the background noise being the faucet dripping droplets of water. He lets his eyes rove the suite, scrutinizing every corner.
And then finally, his prayers are answered. He catches a glimpse of a small colored note stuck on top of the island. The side of the paper rises every time a soft blow of wind caresses it. It's almost as if the person who left the note purposely opened the windows to let the ventilation enter.
His fingers slowly wrap around the sticky note, taking it off the counter.
Upon reading what's written on it, to say that he's taken aback was an understatement. He didn't expect the contents of the note. Moreover, nothing could have ever prepared him for the thrill — excitement and curiosity coating his features.
Everything from the preceding night comes back into his mind, the way how your body perfectly molded against his. Your sounds of pleasure becoming his lifeline for the night.
And now, he remembers. With his mind unbound from intoxication, he particularly reminisces why he so loved the melodic sound of your voice. A certain word that constantly spilled out of your soft lips.
His name.
Taehyung.
Fuck, he doesn't even recall telling you his name.
And he feels like he had lost a game that wasn't even occurring in the first place. Because truth behold, the moment he laid his eyes on you that night in the bar — you had fully captured his attention for the rest of the night.
And now, undoubtedly, for the rest of his days to come.
The words printed on the note continues to replay in his mind like a mantra. He vows to himself, beneath the rays of sunshine.
Because just when he thought he had the upperhand, he was wrong. So awfully wrong. You had him wrapped around your little finger.
He will find you. That is if fate leads him back to you. With your note serving as the embers igniting within himself.
I had a really good time last night, Taehyung :)
Guess you placed yourself on the pedestal, and look where's that led you.
Maybe next time, you'll get to know mine if we meet again.