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Taehyung was up and out of there before Seraphine could count another sheep jumping over the fence in her dreams. He was quiet when pulling on his clothes and had an odd urge to kiss her forehead goodbye but he just scoffed at himself and left. Why would he want to do that? It was a one night stand. That was all. He didn't care for her, nor did he plan to see her again. It was a good fuck at that, but never would it be more.

On his way out of her apartment his feet dragged against the dirty floor and his head ached.

He just needed to get home.

The sun was brutal despite barely peeking over the edge of the buildings, bringing tears to Taehyung's eyes with its bright rays of light. He obscured it with his hand by placing it to his brow, cursing as his eyes continued to sting.

He needed to get home.

The streets were mostly empty but the occasional person made Taehyung wary. They looked like fish in a lake, distorted and fizzy.

He really needed to get home.

Taehyung sped up, stuffing his hand in his pocket. His fingers brushed the key to the store and he stopped walking, pulling it out. The safety of his locked bedroom door was much farther than the store so he turned on his heel quickly and dashed down the sidewalk, skidding to a stop in front of the store. The first shift wouldn't start for another hour or so and for that he was beyond thankful as he lifted his shaky hands to the door, attempting but failing nearly fifteen times to get the damned key in the jagged socket.

Once it was open and Taehyung was able to slip inside he slammed it shut and locked it again. He needed some sort of nook or corner that couldn't be seen by the pedestrians strolling outside or the surveillance camera. The only place he could think of was the small bathroom, and he didn't have much time to come up with a better option as his vision was already dotting with black spots, so he raced over and darted inside the restroom.

He sighed in relief and locked this door too, the quiet that greeted him soothing his worries just a little as he slid against the wall, tiled floor cold against the palms of his sweaty hands. His eyes watered with pain and he closed them, blues and reds and purples like a static tv behind his eyelids before everything
was doused in black and he lost consciousness.

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The sound of running water woke Taehyung from where he was sprawled out on the floor, holding his throbbing temples. His hair was soaked and there was wet paper towel plastered to the walls and when he sat up he looked at his hands out of habit. They were clean.

He sighed and slowly got to his feet, reaching out to turn the knob of the faucet off. It squeaked and Taehyung exhaled deeply, looking up at the mirror. His eyes were darker but slowly fading back to their normal blueish color—which was reassuring at least.

"Damn it." Taehyung growled. That was too close. He shouldn't have spent the night, he shouldn't have slept with Seraphine at all but now that he got it out of his system he'd be fine. He wasn't about to risk anything in fear of getting judged just for one moment of pleasure again. It wasn't worth it.

After the small pep talk Taehyung opened the bathroom door. He was surprised to see his coworker, Min Yoongi, flipping through a magazine at the register. Had he been out for that long?

"Hey Taehyung," Yoongi said, not bothering to look up as he turned the page, brown eyes scanning the gossip.

"When uh... when did you get here?" Taehyung asked. God he was scared to learn what Yoongi heard. If only he could fucking remember.

"Just now." Yoongi shrugged. "You alright, man? You look a little rough."

"I'm fine," Taehyung said. Yoongi shrugged once again, knowing Taehyung wouldn't explain anything if he asked.

"Alright, well, see you later," Yoongi said. Taehyung hummed in disinterest and left, not stopping until he made it to the door of his apartment.