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I watch the door close as TaeHyung leaves for work. I sit for a few minutes on the couch before snooping around. I search his cabinets and fridge, finding bottles of beer. I wrinkle my nose. I've never been much of a beer drinker, but it'll do. I grab one, popping off the cap with the counter top. I take it in gulps, wanting the effect and not the bitter taste. I look through his closet, choosing a pair of black and white joggers he has stashed away in very back and laying them out on his bed.

The bathroom is on the opposite side of the apartment, and I wonder how he can afford such a nice apartment in the first place. I let the tub fill with hot water, grabbing a towel before stripping. I leave the door open, unconcerned since he said he'll be back in four hours. Sinking into the water, I let my mind shame me. I put my feet up on the side, sliding down further until my chin rests on the surface.

YoonGi hovers above me; the bed squeaks with every movement; the party continues loudly downstairs, hundreds of people a cow but just so damn far away.

I blink, my right hand reaching the bottle of beer on the side of the tub. I feel used. Like a dirty rag left on the side of the road. I feel empty and hopeless; I feel abused. I take one last drink, tossing the empty bottle across the room. It clanks against the far wall, clattering to the floor before rolling away. I breathe out, emptying my lungs as much as possible, and let myself sink down into the water.

I open my eyes, looking up at the ceiling above me. I try to let myself imagine TaeHyung finding me. I imagine my funeral. My mother crying at the fact her son was found naked in a man's home. A man she never met. I find it fitting, like how a prostitute is found in a ditch with some random man's DNA. My chest burns, wanting to draw in air. I know that my choices are limited: don't breathe until my body forces me, or breathe and get it over with. Instead, I sit up, my head shooting out of the water. I inhale harshly, my chest heaving with the lack of oxygen. I wipe my face before cleaning myself off.

I step out of the tub as it drains; drying myself off just enough to walk back across the apartment. I stand in the living room, droplets of water running down my naked body. I look at the pictures of JiMin comparing myself to what he looks like. He's undeniably beautiful. I look at one picture of him in what seems to be a dance costume. He's positioned in a full straddle split holding a first place trophy, and I suddenly doubt myself. I'm not anywhere near as hot as he is.

I can't possibly imagine TaeHyung wanting someone like me when he had someone like that. I look down at my own body. The idea TaeHyung only wants me for sex because he's lonely fills my mind. For sex that will never be as good as anything he had with a fit boy that can do the fucking splits. I think back to him kissing my cheek, and the memory turns into a sure sign he just wants sex. Tears prick my eyes, and I quickly make my way back to his bedroom to pull on the pants. I take my phone out, turning on a Korean music stream. I turn the volume up and head out to the living room. I dance around, not particularly trying to be good. I feel weird dancing in the presence of a guy who obviously danced for competition, but I do it anyway. I hear a metallic noise behind me, and spin around. I let out a little scream before I realize it's only TaeHyung.

"You're home?" I ask. He nods. "Why?"

"Sei-Seizure." He sets his things down on the table, closing the door. I sigh, lifting myself onto the kitchen counter and crossing my ankles. I feel embarrassed by not having a shirt, but at the same time I feel comfortable. I notice his eyes staring at the sucker bites on my neck and shoulders.

"Are you okay?" I raise an eyebrow. He tells me it happens a lot. We sit in silence, and I think about JiMin again. I can't help but think Tae is using my like YoonGi was.

"Do you like me?" I question. He nods gently. "Okay, but you didn't kiss me."

"I-I..."

"You kissed my cheek. What if I told you that wasn't good enough? I'm a well trained whore," I don't even flinch at the name I give myself, "so I need you to kiss me. I need to know if you actually like me or not. I need to know if I am what everyone thinks I am. You need to kiss me."

"What?"

"Please, just kiss me. I need to know what I am." My voice breaks. My entire being relies on knowing if I'm just a piece of ass to him or not.

"You-you want me to k-k-kiss you so you know if you're a- you're a slut or-or not?" He tilts his head. I nod quickly. "You-you're not one."

"Not good enough." I keep my voice low and timid.

"You-you want this to be our first-first-first k-kiss?"

"I need this to be our first kiss." I bite my lip. He simply nods, placing a hand under my chin. He leans in and presses his lips lightly to mine. I scoot closer, tensing when his other hand finds its way to my face. I don't feel any rush or any expectations coming from the kiss. No hands reaching to my waist. Instead, I feel wanted. Truly wanted. I lean into the kiss, my own hands tangling themselves into TaeHyung's shirt. He suddenly separates, and I release a whine from my throat. He smirks.

"You-you said you want to-to-to know if you-you are a slut." The smile fades, and I can see him grabbing my hair, telling me that I was right. "Take-take it slow with me, because you're-you're not."

His eyes travel down to my pants. I'm confused; he just told me I'm not being used but there he is, staring at my pants. He looks up, a single tear in his eye, and he says a sentence that freezes me.

"Those-those are JiMin's."

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So they kissed!!!

Also he wearing JiMin's pants...

Comment here what you hope will happen/or what you think will happen.