𝑨𝒍𝒑𝒉𝒂 / BTS (OT7) x Reader

[ After party ]

I couldn't sleep, I felt the need to stay alert.

And even if I wanted to sleep, the smell of him, impregnated in the clothes I wore, the pillow and sheets, disturbed my mind to the point where I could only replay in my head all the memories I buried of him.

I heard him arrive home around 4 a.m.; I saw the first rays of sun leaking through the window, and when the birds started to sing as the start of a new day, my eyes fell close.

I woke up a few hours later to the sound of cars passing by and the smell of fried eggs intruding in the guests room. My head immediately fills with the images of last night.

I need to run to the bathroom and vomit the little I had drunk last night. This can't be happening.

I splash my face with cold water and steal a sip of the mouthwash on the sink. Last night, I was wearing a blonde wig, but now that I took it off, there's only a brunette Y/N, with all her hair styled in two tight braids. No makeup. What a pity image.

I walk quietly to the kitchen, from where the smell calls for me, just to find the most domestic image of the man I feared and longed the most.

He's wearing pajamas similar to the ones I wear, his back facing me. There's a radio on the table, playing an old 80's song, and he tosses and turns something on the pan.

— Could you please reach for two plates over there? — He pointed to a high drawer with the spatula he was previously using. — And the chopsticks that are here, he pointed to the drawer beside his hip.

I walk as carefully as possible as I get closer to him and get the items he asked for. I place the two plates beside him and put the chopsticks over the table. Immediately after, he arrives at the table with two plates of fried eggs and bacon.

— Over time, I realized American breakfast is easier and faster to prepare. — He said when he sat across me. — Go ahead. You must be hungry. — He commanded when I refrained from eating.

I take the first bite under his attentive gaze, and when I swallow it, he raises a brow.

— Good. Enough salt. — I say to his silent question.

He nods satisfied and comes bakc to eat. It's like I'm reliving old habits from the past.

— Are you working today?
— Yes. Later today, so I can drop you off at home. — I nod.

My gaze unconsciously lands on the floor, looking for some evidence of last night.

— I threw away your dress and my jacket. Don't think you want to wear that again.
— But your jacket only needed a wash... — I replied in a small voice.
— Don't worry, now you owe me one. It was my favorite.

I chuckled, and he smiled a little, but then, the severity of what we were talking about hit me.

— Aren't you going to ask about...
— Are you willing to tell me?

I stopped for a second. The image in front of me is so confusing. The aged-up version of my university crush.

— You have the right to know.
— Well... I'm all ears, then.

— I was invited by one suitor I had these days, but I never imagined he was a- Well, I knew he had some tricky business but not like that... What I witnessed last night was another level of... illegality.
— You accepted to go there, just like that?
— I wanted the thrilling sensation of an adventure, but it didn't come out as planned.

— Evidently not. — There's sarcastic humor of him. I covered my face in frustration.
— I know...
— But then why did he hurt you?

He points to my shoulder, and my hand unconsciously caresses the said area.