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The soft morning light filtered through the curtains as Taehyung opened his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun on his face. He blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and looked over to the other side of the bed.
Ivy was curled up, her hair falling across her face as she slept peacefully. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he watched her for a moment, her steady breathing filling the quiet room.
After a few minutes, Taehyung quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to wake her. He padded across the room and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. Splashing cold water on his face, he glanced at himself in the mirror, running a hand through his hair.
"What would be her reaction if she remember last night" he thought, something about the peacefulness of the morning felt different today, and he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
Once he was done, he made his way downstairs to the kitchen. As he entered, the maids froze for a moment, exchanging glances. It was a rare sight to see Taehyung in the kitchen, especially at this hour. He usually let them handle everything, so his presence now, and the fact that he was reaching for a glass and some limes, took them by surprise.
The first maid leaned over to her colleague and whispered, "What happened to Taehyung sir today? He never comes to the kitchen , that to make lime water."
The other maid shrugged, equally perplexed. "Who knows? Maybe he had a weird dream."
Taehyung ignored the hushed whispers, focusing on squeezing the limes into the glass. He stirred the water, added a bit of honey, and gave it a quick taste. Satisfied, he grabbed the glass and turned back to the stairs, making his way back to the bedroom. He was calm, collected, as though this morning ritual was nothing out of the ordinary for him.
Reentering the room, he saw Ivy still asleep, her body nestled under the blankets. He stood by the bed for a moment, watching her dream before softly calling, "Ivy?"
There was no response, just the sound of her soft breathing. Taehyung chuckled under his breath, finding it adorable how deeply she was sleeping. He tried again, this time a bit louder. "Ivy?" Still, there was no response; she was completely lost in her dreams.
Setting the lime water down on the nightstand, Taehyung knelt by the bed, gently reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Ivy," he called one last time, his voice barely louder than a whisper, filled with affection.
Finally she opened her eyes while blinking as the memories came rushing back like a wave crashing into her. The club's flashing neon lights, the loud thumping music. She pulled away from Taehyung slightly, her mind scrambling to piece together everything.
"Wait..." Ivy's voice trembled, her eyes locking with his. "This isn't a dream?"
Taehyung's gaze remained intense, his jaw clenched as he tried to suppress his emotions. "No, it's not a dream" His voice was cold, but there was a flicker of something deeper behind his eyes.
