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CHAPTER 27 - Soft Confessions

Taehyung rummaged through a drawer, searching for an old pajama set his ex had forgotten, never imagining it might actually come in handy. Just a couple of days ago, he almost threw it out. 

"Found it," he muttered to himself. He grabbed it, along with a bottle of water, heading towards the room where he'd left you. 

Knocking softly, he entered with a gentle "Hey, I've got this pajama set; it should fi—" but as he turned towards the bed, he was met with something entirely unexpected. He stopped in his tracks, smiling to himself. 

*How can someone be this cute, even while sleeping with their mouth wide open?* 

Then, he noticed you were only in your bra and pants. He immediately flushed. He hadn't meant to look, but his eyes couldn't help it, especially now, half-drunk and all.

Carefully, he adjusted you on the bed, pulling the blanket over you and removing your socks. 

*Well, so much for the pajamas. Guess this will do,* he thought, a smile tugging at his lips.

He couldn't resist the urge to get closer. *You're too cute,* he mused, eyes glued to your face. Without thinking, he sat down beside you. There was no way he could leave, not now. This felt like a once-in-a-lifetime chance to be this close to you, and who knew when he'd get the opportunity again? 

Leaning in, he gently brushed your hair away from your face, his own only inches from yours now. Time seemed to stretch, and what started as a few moments turned into half an hour, his fingers lightly combing through your hair, lost in the softness of it. 

*So this is what angels feel like,* he thought with a small grin. *Funny, everyone says angels aren't made of matter, that they're incorporeal, but here you are, so real... more real than anything else I've known.* You weren't like the ethereal anime angels he used to watch—no, you were better. 

He picked up a lock of your hair, bringing it to his nose. *It doesn't even smell like anything,* he laughed quietly, remembering his ex, who always reeked of perfume, like she bathed in the stuff. Her hair had been bleached so many times it felt like straw. 

*How did I fall for you?* That thought lingered for a second before he shook his head. He wasn't questioning it anymore; whatever the reason, it didn't matter. His past girlfriends had all been models, more or less famous in their own way, but this? This was different. You were... you. "One of a kind," he mumbled, lips curling up in a lazy smile. 

Taehyung couldn't stop himself from touching your face. *So soft,* he thought, cheeks warm from the alcohol. He grinned to himself, realizing how much courage the booze had given him—without it, he'd never have dared to do any of this. 

But after a few more minutes, guilt started to creep in. *This isn't right,* he scolded himself silently, rubbing his forehead. With a sigh, he decided to leave, but not before leaning down one last time, pressing a light kiss to your forehead. 

He lingered, his eyes tracing every inch of your face. "Goodnight, love," he whispered, stepping out of the room. As he made his way to his own space, his heart was racing. He sat on the edge of his bed, fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. But his mind was still with you, the memory of your peaceful sleeping face etched in his thoughts. 

The alcohol buzzed in his veins, amplifying every emotion. *Calm down, Taehyung.* He leaned back, closing his eyes, but almost immediately, an image of you appeared before him. 

*Wait... what?* He blinked, sitting up straight. You were there, standing right in front of him, your eyes locked onto his. His throat went dry as you leaned down, your fingers undoing the remaining buttons of his shirt, one by one, all while keeping your gaze steady.