New Memories /✔/ Taekook

Chapter Three

"You know what rhymes with drunk? Sex." ~ unknown

"If you don't do wild things while you're young, you won't have anything to smile about when you're old." ~ unknown

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There was a lot Taehyung expected when he woke up the next morning. First, he knew he'd be hungover as he pep-talked himself during the ride to Neon. Second, he expected to wake up late, no shock there. However, there were far more things he didn't expect when he woke up the next morning...well, many hours later.

First, he didn't expect to be naked. When he woke up, he immediately felt how gross and sticky the sheets felt against his bare skin. He never slept naked so that was questionable but he was drunk the night before so he figured maybe he just stripped for no reason when he got home. So he let his questionable nude form be. He lied there for a bit before moving which leads us to unexpected thing #2: why was he sore on his backside? This was where things began to get a little trippy.

With soreness in question, the redhead then decided that opening his eyes and officially waking up was a good idea. Wrong. His room is more grey and black than white, his bed has black and gold sheets and blankets and he has a giant stuffed tiger who's always lying on the right side of the bed. This room was far more bright than Taehyung's, the bed was fully white with red lining on the pillows, and the window across the room from the bed had white curtains and was open so the breeze could push them back, making a sort of calm aesthetic atmosphere. There beside him, lied a grey, white, black, and brown dog. It was still asleep but Taehyung knew that most definitely was not his tiger.

With a nervous sigh, the redhead slowly sat up, wondering if he was just back at Namjoon and Keunji's place and they had redecorated the spare room and adopted a dog. Once again, his hopes were crushed. He looked over at the bedside table where a digital clock which read 11:16 A.M sat and beside that clock was Taehyung's phone which wasn't charged so presumably dead. He continued to look around and his eyes landed on a picture of a boy wearing graduation cap and gown surrounded by who he assumed were friends and/or family.

The room was about the same size as Taehyung's, maybe just a bit bigger. It had two windows which were both open, an opened closet which visibly hung shirts and the like. Shoes ranging from sandals to Timberlands were neatly placed outside of the closet on the right side. This wasn't his room. This wasn't Keunji and Namjoon's house. This wasn't Seokjin and Hoseok's house. This was room belonged to someone else, someone who Taehyung didn't know.

"Oh my God..." The redhead mumbled as he grabbed his phone, trying to turn it on but it was obviously dead. He flinched when the dog moved and turned to face him. It was fluffy with a blue collar and a fake gold paw hanging from it with the name Charlotte engraved. Written on the collar was: Jeon Jungkook, xxx Road Apt.134, (786) 754 - 1879.

"That's great," Taehyung mumbled, "amazi—"

The door suddenly opened, causing the redhead to flinch violently. He looked up and connected eyes with the same guy from the picture. He was averagely tall and Asian with dark hair and light blonde tips. He was shirtless, showing off his toned chest and abs, wearing Adidas jogging pants that loosely hugged his slim waist.

"Oop—" he started, seemingly also startled, "good morning — err — afternoon, no wait its morning, barely, good morning."

"Who are you?" Taehyung asked. He was surprised by how calm he was being, maybe the intense headache was to blame.

"Oh! My name is Jungkook!" He smiled and bowed slightly, "I think I remember your name...Taeyong, right? You're also from Korea?"