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chapter eleven
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Taehyung stood in the corner of the dimly lit bar, trying to hear his own thoughts over the pulsing music, and wondered how on earth he had ended up here.
He supposed, if he had to trace it back, it began yesterday - when he was rudely awoken by his phone ringing.
He fumbled for it on his bedstand, only to realise he wasn't in bed. He was still on the couch, having fallen asleep there the previous afternoon in your company. Squinting at the tiny clock digits on the screen, he could just about make out the time as 8.43am.
He'd slept all the way through til Sunday morning.
Taehyung's mouth went dry as he realised that he hadn't slept that well in months. Not since he and Mina had ended things. And the thought of you being the only person who made him comfortable enough to fall asleep like that...
It was a dangerous line of thinking.
You were gone now, though, and the phone continued its persistent ring, dragging his attention back to the present. Eventually he managed to swipe to answer it, with a husky - "Hello?"
"Yes, good morning," came a faintly familiar, business-like voice. "I wish to speak to a man about a pot, please."
Taehyung's sleep-addled brain couldn't process this information. "Huh?" he tried to sit up a little more on the couch.
The voice tutted. "This is Kim Taehyung, correct? My friend's hot neighbour who makes the pots?"
There was a ring of familiarity to the voice now as something clicked in Taehyung's head. "Rae?"
"Bingo!" she chimed from the other end of the line, her laugh musical and far too cheerful for 8.43 in the morning.
On a Sunday.
It should be criminal to call this early. But then again, Taehyung got the distinct impression that Rae did whatever the hell she wanted.
"Um," Taehyung tried to clear his throat a little in an attempt to sound normal. "Hi, Rae. Can I help you with something?"
He was going to ask how she got his number, but again, even after meeting her only twice, Taehyung knew that she had her ways.
"Well, that depends," came Rae's smooth reply, a smile evident in her tone. "Do you take commissions?"
