Y/N POV
The sun is shining brightly outside like always, making my rose pink curtains appear brighter in color; I wish I could wake up and open them to breathe in some fresh air, but I can't. There's a continual whirring in my skull that makes me feel as if I'm dead.
I try to sit on the bed, my hand on my head. I'm sure if I take my hand away, my head will explode. I sit in the same posture for at least ten minutes, gazing around and wondering what I did last night to get such a horrible headache. I take a big breath and wish I could get out of bed, but I never do. I think I'm just going to sit here and await death.
After a lot of internal arguments and frequent pounding of the head, I finally get up and move out of the room.
Entering my favorite spot in the house, I let the cool water caress me. No word can describe my love for showers; I have always loved them. I love how the water dripping from the shower cuddles my body as if it's been waiting for me all along. The drops trickle nudges my soul, and kisses my neck. I let myself get bathed by the wonderful drips, which has made me feel a lot more light than before. I watch my body become wet and touch myself to sculpt my curves.
"I am wet."
My eyes shot open when I remember a hazy memory from yesterday.
"You made me wet."
I stiff in the shower while my feet became suddenly frigid. Wait... did I tell Taehyung that he got me wet? My palms move to my mouth as I sense an overwhelming impulse to scream. What the fucking hell!! I know I didn't say it in the wrong way but still, what the fuck was the need to say that.
I attempt to recollect the events as precisely as possible. I recall talking to Jungkook and Taehyung humiliating me, but what occurred after that?
"You motherfucking Taehyung!"
Another memory hits me like a nuclear bomb, and trust me; I don't want to remember anything else. I've heard that alcohol brings out people's "secret selves," yet certain things are better in our thoughts unsaid than revealed. I touch myself again to make sure I'm still alive. Did I just call Taehyung a motherfucker in front of a whole bunch of people? How am I going to confront him? I knew this entire stuff was going to be difficult, but it's about to get a lot worse now.
To be honest, I don't even know why am I fighting for such a stupid thing. I should just leave, give him his space and let him live.
I let out a sigh and brush my reveries aside as I close the shower and step out of it. I wrap a towel over my body because stupid me forgot to grab clothes in a hurry.
I make my way to the room and adjust my gaze in front of me to keep an eye out for Taehyung. I don't know how to react when I see him. I guess pretending to not remember anything is the best option. I slowly set my feet on the floor and stroll quietly making sure not to make any noise.
I successfully enter my room and cautiously open the door. "Thank God, he is not here," I take a deep breath and gently close the door.
I turn to go to my closet to grab my clothing, only to stop dead in my tracks. I stand there perplexed as I see Taehyung standing near my bed. He looks at me with his casual cold eyes as I hold my breath and wonder why I can't move. He's wearing a baggy t-shirt that hides his wonderfully chiseled torso, but I can still make out the contour of his gorgeous abs. I can never forget the memory of his gorgeous body. His hands make their way to his pockets and I gulp seeing his strong, veiny forearms. I'm not sure what I meant when I claimed he got me wet. Because he absolutely gets me wet even if I am not physically wet. You know what I mean, don't you?
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Foreign Love || KTH
Romance"So, Y/n. Why don't we try to get along?" "Hmm... How are we going to get along?" "Join me in the shower," He whispers in his husky voice. Like Romeo and Juliet, love stories will never go out of style. They'll be said and heard at times. They'll...