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Taehyung ~ Mornings

this is different than what i normally write, but i wanted to do something while i figure out how the SAO mini arc is gonna end. that's been an open project for, like, ever, and i need to finish it

oh, and it's still December 3 for me, but HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR WORLDWIDE HANDSOME 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Taehyung POV

It takes me a minute when I wake up to realize where I am. It doesn't surprise me; I've stayed at y/n's small apartment dozens of times. But as last night's events come flooding back to me, the innocence of just being with my best friend in the world left.

As I watch y/n sleep, something else comes to mind, but I push the thought away and get out of bed. After putting pants on, I dig through the bathroom cabinet for some aspirin. When I get back to y/n's bedroom, I can't help but think about what went down last night between us.

Y/n had texted me that she'd gotten in a fight with her best friend since birth, but said she didn't want to talk about it. Two hours later, she started sending me the strangest Snapchats I've ever seen from her, and she's sent me some weird stuff. Thankfully, she had her location on, so I used it to go pick her up from a nightclub. She was wasted—more wasted than I'd ever seen her—so I took her back to her apartment.

flashback

"Jinnie, I'm gonna die all alone!" she cries, resting her chin on my shoulder as I give her a piggyback ride to her apartment. She's had me confused with Jin the whole time, but I can't bring myself to be mad at her. "My best friend hates me and I keep getting friendzoned by the guy I like!"

"Jisoo will come around. She always does," I say in an attempt to comfort her as I unlock the door with my key. The door now open, I gently set y/n down. Her eyes are lingering on me as I close the door behind us.

"You know what, Jin?" she begins, almost sounding sober. "I'm so tired of always being friendzoned by Taehyung. Does he even know I like him?" She stumbles forward, and I rush to catch her. She clings to me desperately, eyes locked on mine. "You smell like Tae. And you kinda sound like Tae."

"I am," I whisper, unable to lie to her.

The next thing I know, she's attached her lips to mine in a needy and full of love kiss. I want to stop her; I know it's the alcohol that's kissing me, grinding on me, pulling me to the bedroom. But I don't care. I can have her just for one night. One night, and then back to best friends since preschool.

flashback end

"You're not Jin," comes a groggy voice, shocking me out of my thoughts.

"That would be correct," I reply, not knowing what else to say. I still can't look at her. I feel like I've already seen too much. But the silence is deafening.

"What...exactly happened last night?" she asks slowly, fumbling around for something aside from her sheets to cover herself. "I remember...Jisoo and I got in a fight, and I went to the first bar I could find, even though that's not like me at all. And I can sort of remember Jin picking me up. But other than that, it's completely blank."

"Well, when you sent me a Snapchat asking how deep My Little Pony is, I figured you were in a bad spot, so I came to pick you up, not Jin," I answer, handing her a hoodie of mine I let her borrow forever ago and never asked for it back. I also hand her the aspirin and a glass of water. "Thankfully, I did before you could make out with your reflection in the bar. And...because you thought I was Jin, you...might have...confessed to me. Then one thing led to another, and..."

She lets out a silent "oh" as she slides the hoodie on and swallows the aspirin tablets. "Now you know my deep, dark secret. That I like—no, I love you," she says.

I can't help but smile softly. "You think I didn't make you stop for no reason?" I ask softly, sitting on the edge of the bed and cupping her cheek. "I figured, 'she's drunk, this might be my only chance to have her.' Y/n, I've been in love with you forever."

She tangles her fingers in my hair, pulling me on top of her and attaching her lips to mine in a deep, happy kiss. "Guess I friendzoned myself, huh," she chuckles. "And to think, it only took getting drunk for me to admit it."

"I was hoping you'd say something like that. Because after last night, there is no way I could go back to being just friends with you," I say. I can feel myself wanting her, dreading to be apart from her, but I part from her lips anyway. "How about we get dressed and go downtown for some breakfast? It'll be our first date."

She smiles, biting her lip nervously. "I'd love that."