Last Resort - KTH BTS FanFic - ***Completed

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Some hours later, Frankie woke due to the unfamiliar heat on her neck and weight over her waist. She tried to move, to regain knowledge of her surroundings, when she felt a cold, sticky wetness between her thighs. Eyes snapping open, she suddenly remembered everything from the night before.

The begging, the shouting, the desperate cries of passion. The earth-shattering, mind-blowing, multiple orgasms. The feeling of a hot, virile younger man between her thighs and on her lips. The taste and smell of him. The wetness on her legs also reminded her of something far less romantic and much more real.

They hadn't used protection.

Frankie began to panic. Cold sweat breaking out over her forehead, heart palpitating at an irregular pace, contrary to the gentle breathing she felt behind her. She had to get the fuck out of there.

He probably thought she was easy and desperate, just another girl like the many that came before her, a challenge he had won. She knew she didn't want to be tied down, so it wasn't like she was hurt by the idea of how it had all gone down, but she also didn't want to go through the awkward conversation of him explaining it to her like she was a lovestruck idiot.

Moving slowly and quietly, Frankie untangled herself from Taehyung's arms, replacing her body with a pillow from the bed as she made her way out from under the covers. His eyebrows furrowed, but he squeezed the pillow and stayed asleep nonetheless. She had an excruciating headache, likely hung over from the tequila, and fumbled a bit as she tried to find all of her clothes. Slipping her dress over her head and grabbing her shoes and purse, she declared a resounding fuck it on the rest, rushing to leave as silently as possible before the handsome man in the room opened his eyes and shit got weird.

Scurrying past two more doors, she nearly bumped into the tall, good-looking man from earlier in the evening, looking disheveled and exhausted as he failed repeatedly at opening his door. He looked at her apologetically, eyes darting to her bare feet and the sandals she held in her hands, before slumping against the wall with a whine.

"Please help me get into my room," he slurred, "I won't ask you questions and you won't ask me any. I just want to go to bed."

Frankie was disarmed by the pout on his plump lips, his broad shoulders dropping in drunken defeat. Sighing, she took his card from his hand and waving it gently over the card reader. The lights flashed and turned green, allowing her to turn the handle and let him takeover getting himself into the room. He gave her a weak smile and a mumbled thanks, shutting the door heavily behind him. Relieved, she continued to the fourth door on that side of the hallway, waving her own keycard and swiftly entering her own room.

"Oh, you are one stupid bitch, Francesca Carter," she smacked herselfin the forehead, wincing as it made her headache jack up to 11.

She needed a shower, a gallon of water, several ibuprofen, a cheeseburger, and one of the old nuns from her former high school to come and slap the devil out of her with a wooden ruler. She was sure there was at least one or two of them still terrorizing the halls in their threadbare habits.

Deciding to start with what she could handle, she found some medicine in her luggage, taking three pills for good measure and swallowing it down with four cups of cold water from the tap. Starting the shower, she took out her phone and looked up the address of the nearest pharmacy, noting that it opened in three more hours, and saved the address in her navigation app. Stripping herself of her clothes, she stepped under the water, wincing as the hot water gave her a burning sting as it hit her sex.

Walking funny when she went to get her morning after pills. Yeah, that wouldn't be awkward at all.

With a defeated groan, Frankie washed herself thoroughly, careful between her thighs and the finally-acknowledged hickeys on her neck and bruises on her ass cheeks. She could only imagine what one of those crusty old nuns would say if they could see what her kinky ass had been up to. She chuckled at herself, at her idiocy, and finished her shower. Wrapping a towel around her wet body and another around her hair, she trudged to the bed and fell on it to sleep a few more hours until she could ride into town.