Stuck With You [Taekook ff]

1 | Last Night

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Sunlight streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a warm golden glow upon the room as Taehyung roused from slumber. Propping himself up on the bed, he shielded his eyes from the brilliance, squinting against the radiance. With one eye open, Taehyung scanned the room. Gradually, his vision adjusted, revealing the lavish suite at the Palms Casino Resort in Vegas where he had spent the night.

As his eyes acclimated to the luminosity, he gazed out of the window, a panoramic canvas of the bustling city below. The view was nothing short of spectacular; even from his bed, he had a bird's-eye view of the bustling strip. Landmarks like the MGM Grand punctuated the Vegas skyline, a testament to the allure of this vibrant city. This particular suite had been chosen for its breathtaking scenery—a quintessential snapshot of Sin City's allure.

The brand new attraction, the Sphere at the Venetian, took his breath away. It was currently displaying an underwater world full of sea life and some added mermaids and mermen. Simply jaw-dropping. He remembered that the Sin City-picturesque setting was the main reason he chose this particular suite at the resort. He was situated to be able to see everything from his bed.

If he could get over his current headache, he'd definitely get out and experience some sights with his friends before they had to fly back to D.C. after the weekend.

Taehyung's temples throbbed mercilessly as he gingerly massaged his forehead. A reminder of last night's revelry—a night he'd pushed past his usual limits, succumbing to excess. The hangover pounded like an insistent drumbeat, the rhythmic reminder of his indulgence. He was grateful, though, that the nausea hadn't accompanied the headache—small mercies in the face of overindulgence.

Shaking off the remnants of sleep, he peeled back the covers, intending to rise and head for the restroom. However, his intentions were derailed by an unexpected sight—a hint of pink staining on one of the pillowcases next to him. Confusion furrowed his brow as he examined the disheveled bedding, his curiosity piqued by the mysterious smudges. Bending closer, his senses were immediately assailed by a familiar, intoxicating fragrance—the very cologne worn by the enchanting gentleman he had met on the elevator.

The cologne had a deep, almost magnetic draw, blending smoky, woody notes with a hint of sweet spice. There was a sharp, invigorating citrus opening that quickly gave way to darker, more mysterious undertones—perhaps leather and vetiver. It lingered on the plush pillow with a subtle sweetness, like amber or vanilla, but remained undeniably masculine. The overall effect was bold and captivating, leaving an impression that was both intense and enigmatic, drawing Taehyung in with its complex, tempestuous scent.

He picked the pillow up and inhaled it to smell that cologne again. It had to be his favorite scent in the world. The aroma caused a bit of arousal in his lower region as his mind rehearsed the fun he had at the pool party the night before.

A jolt of realization struck him with the force of a lightning bolt. Lip gloss stains on the pillow, the guy's cologne's lingering essence—had he really...?

A slow, knowing grin spread across his lips. "Did I get laid last night?" he mused aloud, the realization of his potential escapade igniting a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

Taehyung's fingers curled around the pillow, bringing it to his face again as he inhaled deeply, savoring the alluring scent that had become synonymous with the beautiful human he'd met with at the party. Arousing memories of their poolside date danced in his mind—images of laughter, dancing, playful splashes, and the guy's graceful movements. And the kisses. OMG! The kisses. Taehyung could still taste him.

His memory flickered, a series of fragmented scenes from the night before. Dancing by the pool, laughter shared, a connection forged—everything leading to an intoxicating blur. His heart raced, eager to fill in the missing pieces of the puzzle. What had transpired after the moonlit poolside soiree? His thoughts raced ahead, fueled by an undeniable intrigue.