— rosé.

@✽ taehyung k. 'you know what they say — to get over someone, get under someone.'

those are the very words that welcomes chaeyoung when the brief glimpse of sunlight demands for her to wake, sluggish movements made to check the time; noon. it takes a few seconds for her to even begin thinking about the underlying meaning of her friend's text message, more so irritated by the sunray that seems to follow her eyes. a moment later, she manages to sit up against her headboard, unintentionally letting a groan slip past her. it isn't until she realizes her legs are sore, that she processes the mere fact that she's entirely .

last night is hazy in chaeyoung's mind, but the more she attempts to think it through, it becomes a little more clear; the booming bass, overwhelming heat, and strobing lights. not to mention that she was never without a drink in hand. next, she vaguely remembers her horrible impression of a pirate pick-up line (, she was hoping to forget that), and dancing. manicured nails delving into brunette hair and firm hands securing around her waist. soon after, it was her pressing him against her front door, their clothes becoming undone in swift moves, and eventually, a sweet, sinful gasp leaving bruised lips as he welcomed himself in.

she sighs, face burying in her palms. god, why were her cheeks flushing. pulling her from her reverie, her phone chimes with a text notification from her friend, it reads: 'so, what was his name?'

chaeyoung hesitates for a moment — taehyung? that sounds about right. she /should/ remember it, it was nearly all she was saying last night. but deciding to hold off her answer, she swipes back to her main page of message conversations, gaze naturally reading over the contact name just beneath. again, she groans, knowing she should've just deleted their conversation. it's already embarrassing enough to live through the rejection, but the reminder of it makes her feel bitter.

in the spur of the moment, chaeyoung clicks back onto her message thread with her friend, sending a text: 'doesn't matter. i'm done w guys, remember?'

@✽ chaeyoung p. patience is a virtue, taehyung reminds himself. he repeats those words in his head like a mantra when his hand slides up her dress in the back of the cab, gently caressing her thigh as his fingers brush dangerously close to the warmth between her legs. the second they reach their destination, they race for her apartment like a duo of reckless teenagers on their first night out. by the time they make it to her bedroom, their clothes are already messily strewn across the floor. taehyung’s lips curl to form a carnal smile when they pull away from their kiss to catch their breaths and he senses the desperation in her hooded eyes. too bad she was going to have to beg for it. she sounded absolutely beautiful his name and even better when she lost her inhibitions, coming completely undone beneath him.

the bright rays of sunlight peering through the window curtains rouses taehyung from his sleep. squinting, he slowly sits up and takes in the sight of the unfamiliar room. it’s been a while since he woke up in a stranger’s bed. he looks over to the woman still sound asleep besides him, chest rising and falling with every gentle breath. chaeyoung, was it? it was a nice change seeing her like this— the way the morning rays painted her skin with a warm glow that matched the serenity of her presence. he reaches over to brush away a stray strand of hair from her face, inciting an adorable crinkle of the nose. so as to not wake her up, he slips out of bed as quietly as possible and grabs his clothes from the floor. after getting dressed, he neatly folds her clothes and leaves them on top of her bedroom drawer.

taehyung is about to leave her apartment when the sound of barking stops him midstep. he looks down at his feet, pleasantly surprised to find a cute dog staring at him with large pleading eyes, tongue out and tail waving about excitedly. he crouches down and ruffles the dog’s head, smiling to himself when the dog barks happily in response. lifting his index finger to his mouth, he whispers a soft ‘shhh.’ how awkward would it be if chaeyoung woke up to find him in front of her door? he’s never too sure how the other party feels, but he always finds it better to end things cleanly. after giving the dog one last pat on the head, he gets back up and continues on his way. without looking back, he leaves without a trace.