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We did it.

My back was turned against the warmth that radiated as I stayed in his arms. I was awake as the events from yesterday night flooded my thoughts. Looking down, I find his arms interlocked with mine, our fingertips touching each others. Low snores could be heard, he was asleep.

I squirm and turn around, lying straight on my back. As I stared at the ceiling, I feel his warm breath fanning the back of my ear. His fingers moved and intertwined with mine. He shifted closer, his lips nibbling on my ear. I suck in a breath harshly as his hands down to my waist and pull me closer to him. My eyes close as he travelled downwards, down to the length of my neck and up till my jaw.

He placed a long kiss on my cheek just as I open my eyes and look at him. He stared down with a graceful smile on his face.

"Morning." I whisper as my palms rest on his cheek. He engulfed my hands in his and leaned in towards my touch.

"Morning." His husky voice whispered back as he leaned in for a hug. I allow myself to cage in his embrace and tightened my arms on his back. I belately realise he wasn't wearing a shirt. And our skins were directly brushing against each other. His fingers leave their  feathery touch at the hem of my bra and down to my waist, tracing the ugly marks of the surgery. I close my eyes and sigh. He remembers. And yesterday did happen.

"Slept well?" I ask as I pull away and gaze up at him. He hummed and pushed the stubborn strands behind my ear. "You need a hangover soup too right?"

He shook his head in denial. Leaning down, he captured my lips with his and cupped my face with his palms. I gasp as his teeth grazed my lower lip harshly, allowing his tongue to explore mine. His hands moved down, brushing against the hem of my panties and grabbing my behind. My fingers intertwined with his locks and tug on them as he flushed our bodies closer.

Pulling back, he sighed against my lips. "I don't need any hangover soup now."

I look down as blood rushed up to my cheeks. What's so cute in this even.

His chest rumbled as he laughed and pulled back. I immediately miss his warmth as he sat up and the cold air seeped in.

"I woke up an hour ago. Got your pills." He informed as he pulled down his polo, covering his ripped back muscles from the view.

"That's good. Ya looked totally wasted yesterday."

I stretch and lazily turn my head to my night stand. The robe laid loose at the corner, I remember keeping it there before I fell asleep. Willing myself up, I stretch and yawn as I tie the robe around my waist.

He ruffled around with the sheets, tidying up the bed as I saunter my way towards the bathroom. I couldn't just mouthwash everyday, I had to brush. And it was extremely unhygienic to roam around with a brush in your mouth. But the humongous mirror only sent cold tingles down my spine as I remember those eyes which stared at me. Those words which were scribbled and then vanished.

With shaky hands, I took the electric brush that was still wrapped in its new cover. It will done soon, I murmur to myself and open the packaging. Turning my back to the mirror, I switch it on to check its functioning, but fate. Oh so cruel it is.

"It won't turn on." I flinch as Jungkook commented, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. "It's defective, the reason why it was never opened nor used."

I chant a string of curses wanting to be uttered out but kept in with a deep breath.

"You can use the one which is kept to your right." I turn and find a normal toothbrush unopened. Pursing my lips I stare at it. Even he was here. Maybe I could just use the mouthwash today. My nerves were on the move, I didn't want to remember that incident. But my mind couldn't help it.