Heatwave ~ Kim Taehyung

Contaminated

"So what you're telling me is, you fucked your roommate slash best friend who thought you were seducing him in the middle of a heatwave, and now, 9 months into sleeping together, you're in love with him. Not only sleeping with, but also doing domestic coupley things like cooking together and cuddling during Netflix, but you guys not once made it official, or even exclusive because you both have commitment issues. And you thought he loved you too, so you decided to test him by saying you're going on a date with someone to see his reaction, only for that to backfire right in your face because he slept with someone out of anger."

You blink. "Man, why d'you have to put it like that?"

"Put it like what? I just summarised everything you told me concisely." He laughs and pulls you in closer. You can't help but note how different he smells, not bad, but just not what you're used to. "So in conclusion, you're both idiots and now you're heartbroken."

"I- I'm not heartbroken, I wouldn't go that far. I'm just... a bit bummed out." You avoid his gaze, squirming in his arms because the heat under the covers is starting to get to you.

"Wow, one night with you and I already know how stubborn and headstrong you are. You literally teared up a minute ago when you were talking about him. This is your problem: even now, you're not willing to admit your true feelings. How well has that worked for you so far?" He shakes his head in dismay, his investment in your predicament surprisingly genuine.

This is a weird as fuck situation you've gotten yourself in. Out of desperation for relief from your, okay fine, heartbreak, you went out last night and came home with a guy. Taehyung had also gone out, and judging by the fact that it's now the morning after and he still has yet to return, you can guess the direction in which his night went. It stings, but now you're a hypocrite. This guy who you don't even know the name of, Club Guy, has turned out to be more than just a fuck though. He knew he was the rebound for someone else, and he was more than glad to help. But one thing led to another, and the next thing you know, after your third round, you are pouring your heart out to this guy - this random, incredibly attractive, amazing at giving head, guy from the club.

It would be awfully strange, except he is unusually good at comforting people. You're might consider keeping this one as a friend.

"Dude, I know it's not my forte. I'm not good at expressing my emotions, okay?" You revel in the softness of his fingertips as he feathers your back. The sun is peeking through your curtains; you're counting down the minutes until Taehyung returns, but at least speaking to Club guy is taking your mind off the fact that he was with someone else last night. "Yes, I'm heartbroken. I... I fucking love him. I know it was my fault for trying to get a reaction from him, but I just wanted him to say it, you know? Say that he loves me out in the open and that he wants me to... I don't know, be his girlfriend. Girlfriend? Is that the right word? It sounds so weird. I don't fucking know."

Club Guy rolls his eyes, sighing at your ineptitude to grasp the simple concept of love. "Yes, girlfriend. God, you're so annoyingly cute." He smiles a smile at you that others would surely swoon for, and though your mind is too preoccupied with the boxy grin of someone else, you appreciate the warmth in his eyes. "Look, was it the night before the last that this all went down?"

"Yes." Too fresh, too soon for you to be sleeping with someone else, you know. But you needed it so badly, you just needed to take your mind off him.

"What about the morning after? Surely you've seen each other since. From how you described him, I feel like there's no way he could bring someone home knowing that you're in the room next door."

The memory sears.

You distinctly remember hearing their awkward morning-after conversation out in the dining room. After a long debate of whether to go out and reveal yourself to them or not, you decided that, fuck it, you'd already cried yourself to sleep last night because of this stupid son of a bitch, there is no reason for you to inconvenience yourself just to save Taehyung an even more awkward encounter. And so you stormed out of your room, eyes probably still a bit puffy and red, pretended you can't see them and proceeded to make yourself a smoothie.