Forever Yours

Club Encounter Part:2

Taehyung's Pov

      I park the car in the garage and, after getting out of my seat, I open the passenger door to pick up Y/n in my arms. Walking to the front door, I struggle a bit to open it with Y/n in my arms. As soon as I step into my house with Y/n in my arms, Mrs. Song exclaims, "Taehyung, who is she? Is she a friend? Is she alright?" She's our housemaid, having taken care of us since my brothers and I were kids. She must be worried because I don't usually bring girls home. "Oh, yes, she's a friend. Could you please get one of my clean shirts from the laundry room?"

Upon my request, she quickly nods and hurries to the laundry room. I open my room and gently place Y/n on the bed. Mrs. Song returns a minute later with one of my black shirts, handing it to me. "Would you kindly change her clothes?" She nods, and I step out of the room to give her privacy.

Mrs. Song eventually comes out, informing me that she's finished, and I thank her before entering my room. Y/n looks adorable as she sleeps, especially in my clothes. Her tanned skin suits her perfectly, and at 5ft, she's just the right height for me. Now that I look at her closely, she seems perfect. I feel a bit like a creep staring at her while she sleeps. Shaking off the thought, I take off my clothes, put on my pajamas, and lie down on the other side of the bed, maintaining a distance from her.

I just hope she doesn't freak out in the morning. With that thought, I let sleep take over me.

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(Next morning)

Y/n's Pov

I stir in the bed, feeling a heavy weight on my waist and soft breaths against my neck. Opening my eyes quickly, I'm met with the sight of a muscled, hard chest. What did you do, Y/n, last night? Slowly lifting my head, I see his face. WHAT THE HELL? HOW COME— the rude library guy?

Panic rises within me as I glance around the room and realize this is not my room.

What happened the night before? Is this his house? Why was he holding me so closely? Could it be possible that I did something stupid last night? Stupid. Stupid, Y/n!

Carefully removing his hand from my waist, I gingerly get off the bed. Frantically rubbing my face, I try to recall what the hell happened last night. Wait, I don't think I wore a black shirt last night... OMG, WHERE ARE MY CLOTHES? THESE ARE NOT MY CLOTHES. Did he change my clothes? Fuck, this can't be happening! Why, Y/n? Why did you have to drink so much last night?

I hurriedly search for my clothes and belongings, relieved to find them neatly folded on a chair. I grab them, rush to the bathroom to change, fold the shirt neatly, and place it back on the chair. Clutching my purse and phone, I quietly leave his room, praying he doesn't wake up so I can make a swift escape. I dash downstairs, exit his house, and head out the main gate while dialing Sana. Providing her my location, I ask her to come pick me up urgently.

After a nerve-wracking few minutes, Sana finally arrives in her car. She looks at me with concern and starts questioning, "Y/n, what happened? Whose house is this? Don't tell me you-" I give her the 'I'll explain everything at home' look before she can continue. She nods hesitantly, still worried, but starts the car, and we drive back to my apartment. I exhale a sigh of relief when his house fades from view. I just hope I won't have to encounter him again anytime soon.

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Taehyung Pov

I wake up to Mrs. Song knocking on the door, and as I run my hand beside me to check on Y/n, I feel the cold sheets. Jumping out of bed, I scan the room for any signs of Y/n. "Mrs. Song, where is Y/n? Is she downstairs?" I asked after opening the door. She pauses before responding, "Taehyung, I asked the security, and they said a girl left in a hurry half an hour ago. Sorry, my child, I wasn't there at that time, or I would have stopped her."

"It's okay, Mrs. Song; it's not your fault," I say. With that, she leaves, mentioning that she has to help Jin hyung in the kitchen. Sighing in disappointment, I glance around my room, noticing my shirt neatly folded on the chair. I take the shirt and sit on my bed, thinking about Y/n.

What was I thinking? Of course, she freaked out and left... Anyone would in a situation like this!...

Y/n, this time I'll let you go, but next time it won't be like this. I'll find you and win your heart. Wha–wow where on earth did that come from?...

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