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Y/N's POV
You slowly shift in your sleep and release a low moan due to the pain in your limbs as you do so.
In your sleeping state your mind tries to recall the events that had occurred leading to all this pain and suddenly you remember.
Taehyung.
Studio.
Pictures.
Sex.
Really, really good sex.
It's hot, a little too hot and you can feel the perspiration on your skin trailing down your back and down your temples, your hair sticks to the side of your face.
You shift again but find it hard to do.
A hard and warm body meets yours and you know its Taehyung. You can feel his body besides you and you're afraid to move again in case one last shift will have you waking him, that is if he's not already awake.
Whenever you woke up after a night with Taehyung, he always sent you out without a look back. The last time he had the delicacy to at least escort you to the front door.
Not too sure what to expect once you open your eyes, you keep them shut and lick your swollen lips, deciding to turn the other way but a light coming from the glass window near the ceiling sends the morning sunlight right in your face and you wince and bring a hand to your eyes to shield them from it.
You blink, open your eyes and turn your head to look at the man still sleeping besides you.
Like you, he has perspiration trailing down his tan skin, his pink lips are slightly parted as he releases small and calm deep breaths, eyebrows furrowed in frustration as if the heat surrounding you was the only thing deranging him from peacefully sleeping.
The light coming from the glass window reflects on the side of his face as you move and you bite down on your lower lip.
It was the first time you were seeing him asleep.
The last time he had been barely breathing and half dead but here he was, right next to you, breathing, his chest rising and falling slowly, alive...
You lean in and your eyes travel his sleeping face.
His brownish blonde hair sticks to his forehead and you use your hand to push it back, wiping the sweat from his forehead as you do so and he shifts but doesn't wake up.
You slowly trail your fingertip from his now bare forehead down the bridge of his nose and you notice a little almost invisible mole underneath the tip of his nose. His lips pout as if uncomfortable under your touch and you pause, lifting your eyes to his closed eyelids to make sure he doesn't wake up.
