*******Kit's POV*******

"Ouch! Tae!" I said as I stubbed my toe for the second time. "Turn on a fucking light, would you?"

"I would if I could find the switch," he said, his voice sounding deeply annoyed. "But somebody came in and moved it while I was gone."

"Nobody moved your damn light switch, you lush," I said with a giggle.

"Hey!" he said. "I'm not the only lush here."

I heard his hand smack against the couch that I had just ran into.

"Oops," he said with a chuckle. "I guess that wasn't your ass."

"Only if somebody came and upholstered my ass in leather while they were moving your light switch."

"You're hilarious," he told me, his tone sounding anything but amused.

"I am, aren't I?" I asked. "I would totally watch my own Netflix comedy special. I'll call it 'Kit: Live from South Korea, even though the only words I know in Korean are the bad ones."

Tae chuckled at me. "I'd watch it. I wouldn't pay to watch it, but I do have Netflix, and if I had already seen every single other thing on there, then I'd probably watch your comedy showcase."

"Smartass," I said with a huff.

"Leather ass."

"That wasn't my ass, dummy!" I reminded him. "Mine is smooth like silk."

"I might have to find that out for myself," he told me.

I plopped down on the couch after running into what I assumed was the coffee table. "Isn't that why we're here?"

"No-Na-not," he said, then laughed at himself. "Not neck-e-salary."

"Umm...what?"

"I have no idea," he said.

The living room was suddenly filled with a soft, yellow light. I looked over to see that Tae had finally managed to find a light, a small one on the table behind the couch. I watched him as he walked around the couch and tripped over nothing falling onto the couch next to me.

He held up the bottle he was carrying. "Have we had enough?"

I grabbed the bottle from him. "No sir!" I took a long swing of the whiskey, then another, before handing it back to him, watching as he did the same.

"We are going to be in so much pain tomorrow," he tells me with a groan.

"Yeah...maybe you should stop drinking now, lightweight," I told him as I grabbed the bottle from his hands again.

"I am not a lightweight!" he insists with the cutest pout I've ever seen on his handsome face. "I'm not quitting until you do."

"Dude," I said with a laugh. "Have you learned nothing so far? Never try to drink an Irish girl under the table. You will lose every time."

"...Aren't you...American?" He asks me, looking confused, which is also adorable on him.

"Didn't we already have this conversation, baby?" I asked him. "I'm Irish American. My grandparents are from Ireland."

He stares at me for a moment, then breaks out into drunken giggles. "You called me 'baby.'

"Oh...sorry."

"I liked it," he tells me as he leans over towards me. "You can call me what-never you wants."

I laugh at his alcohol-induced words. "What-never."

"Huh? " he asks, moving even closer to me.

I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. "Nothing. Drunk Tae is just so fucking cute. And funny."

"I..m...ot...runk." he slurred out at me.

"Sure, sure," I said. I pushed him upright, then I crawled over him and straddled his lap, smiling down at him from my raised position. "Hi, handsome."

"Hi, boo-ful," he said, making me giggle again. He ran his hands up my thighs and around my waist, pulling me to him. "I like this lots beer. Bear. Brad. Be-t-ter."

I laughed at him. "Dude. How drunk do you feel right now?"

"Drunk enough that I know I want to do this," he tells me. "Not drunk enough that you should feel like you're taking advantage of me."

"Well that's the perfect amount," I said with a giggle. "But you've been slurring your words pretty badly, so I think maybe you're more drunk than think you." I paused and shook my head as I held up two fingers and rotated them. "Reverse those last two words."

Tae groaned as he used his hands on my hips to press me down against him until I could feel how hard he was, then moved my hips in small circles. "No think. Just do."

I giggled and leaned in, pressing my lips to his. I ran my fingers into his curls and tugged at them lightly, making him groan against my mouth.

"Mmm...do that again, sugar baby," he said.

I couldn't help but giggle at him, yet again. "Sugar baby?"

"Those are the only cute English pet names that I know," he tells me with a blush.

"I like it," I tell him.

"Good," he says, gripping my hips harder. "I liked when you did that with my hair."

"Did what?" I ask, raking my fingers through it, then tugging at it again. "This?"

Tae closed his eyes and groaned loudly. "Oh God, yes."

I giggled at him and he opened one eye, looking at me. "Are you laughing at me?"

"No, sir," I said, leaning in to lick at his jawline, then sitting up a little to look at him. "I like the noises you make. They're sexy as hell."

"Mmm..." He hummed, his hand moving to the back of my neck to pull me back down. "You're sexy as hell. Come here."

I let him pull my lips back down to his, tilting my head a little and tugging at the corner of his bottom lip with my teeth, making him groan again. When I released his lip, he slid his tongue out, licking at my bottom one before pressing his mouth to mine and sliding it inside, exploring my mouth. He tasted like whiskey and...Tae.

I moved my hands down to the hem of his shirt and started tugging it up, but he stopped me with his hands over mine.

"Wait..."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked him. "It's okay if you do."

"No. God, no," he said, staring at me. "It's just..." he paused and sighed. "I don't look like Jiminie. Or Jungkook. I don-"

I pulled one of my hands out of his grip and moved my finger up to his mouth. "I don't want Jimin or Jungkook. I want you, Taehyung. Just you."

He sighed again, but this time it sounded more like a happy one. "God, you're fucking perfect."

I chewed at the inside of my bottom lip. If he thought that I was perfect, then he was going to be seriously disappointed once he started taking my clothes off. I had on several tight layers to keep all of the jiggly stuff sucked in. It made me a little nervous, but not nervous enough to stop the train that we were currently on.

I tugged at his shirt with the hand that was still holding it. "Can I please take this off now?"

He nodded and pulled his hands away, then held them over his head like a little kid so that I could pull it off his body. This man was seriously adorable.

When I tossed his shirt aside, I looked over his newly exposed skin. He might be adorable, but he was also so sexy that I could hardly stand it. He didn't have the perfectly defined abs and hard lines of Jungkook, but he was no slouch, either.

What I had told him was true. I didn't want Jimin or Jungkook. I didn't want all of those hard lines. I wanted the slim but just as beautifully sculpted man right in front of me. I stared at him as I ran my hands up his arms and over his shoulders.

Tae squirmed a little under me. "You're making me nervous."

"Why?"

"You're just...staring at me," he says.

"Tae, people stare at you all of the time," I remind him.

"Yeah," he says, then shrugs at me. "But you're different."

"Why?" I asked him again.

"Because you're not looking at me like I'm V from BTS," he says, reaching out to touch my cheek.

"Because, to me...you're not," I tell him. "You're just...Tae."

"Exactly," he says as he stares back at me. "You're seeing me. The real me. It makes me nervous."

I held up a finger to tell him to hang on a moment, then I leaned back and grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the table. "Here. If you're nervous, then you've sobered up waaaay too much."

Tae laughed and took the bottle from me, taking a long drink, then making a face as he swallowed. "Ugh. I should have grabbed wine. It's so much better." He took another drink, making the same face.

"It wouldn't have been so quickly effective," I told him. "Besides, that face you make every time you take a drink is kind of oddly sexy."

Tae choked on the third drink he was taking, coughing a little as he handed me back the bottle so that I could take a drink. "You're a weird lady."

I shrugged at him as I took a drink, then sat the bottle back on the table. "Feeling less nervous, yet?"

"Yeah..."

"Good. Because I have been dying to do this..." I use my hand to tilt his head back a little, then lean in and lick the mole on the left side of his neck, then nip at it lightly with my teeth.

Tae groaned. "Do that again."

I giggled at him. "I have to be careful. Don't want to leave a mark when we have to start filming interviews tomorrow."

"I don't fucking care, Princess," he says. "Mark me all you want. They can cover it up if they don't want it on camera."

"What if your soulmate is actually here, Tae?" I ask him. "They might get mad."

"Still th-iiink it might be youuuu," he tells me with his cute boxy smile.

I giggle at him again. "It's not me, Tae. But it seems like the whiskey is kicking in again."

"Mmmm....yeah," he says. "Feel good. Wanna make you feel good, too."

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A/N: I'm sorry that I've been so horrible at updating lately. I'm a teacher and the entire month of May is absolutely insane for teachers. But...I'll give you a double update today. How does that sound? Thanks for sticking with me. Please remember to vote and comment. -------Kat