"I do believe your galaxy, I want to listen to your melody. Your stars in the Milky Way. Don't forget that I found you anyways.At the end of my despair, you're the last reason for me who was standing at the edge of the cliff. Live."

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Rein woke up to the sound of dog pants and desperate licking of her face. She squinted as she stirred, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

"Where the fuck..." Her surroundings were unfamiliar to her, and she briefly flirted with the possibility that she could have been kidnapped. However, when she stopped panicking, she realized it was a tidy living room, one she recognized. Of course, it was their house.

A blanket that she hadn't seen the night before was on her now, making her curious as to who put it on her. The three dogs were standing on and around her, tongues lolling out of their mouths. Rein struggled to remember why she was there.

Oh, God. A piercing headache drew her back into harsh reality as she remembered how much she drank the previous night. Why did she do this to herself? It was a constant cycle, one which she had never noticed until now, but she never drunk this much until now, either. A dull throbbing always placed itself on her left temple, the place where it hurt most after a miserable night of drinking, but it couldn't be removed without the sweet relief of alcohol.

She thought the sudden alcoholism had been a side effect of jet lag, something to warm up to life in Seoul, but now she wasn't so sure. The bottle was her crutch, and not in the way white suburban moms glorified the health in a glass of wine per day.

She wouldn't depend on anything like this ever again.

Rein's phone buzzed obnoxiously from the coffee table. She picked it up, her eyes widening as she saw who it was from.

"M-Ms. Cho!" she exclaimed, instinctively curling up on the couch.

"I called you fourteen separate times and you don't answer once! Do you know how worried I was?!" the voice on the other end screamed back.

"Wait- I-"

"It is 12:32 PM! Who sleeps in that late? What if something happened to you? What would I tell the record company? Your parents?" She gulped. She could only imagine her mother's face.

"I-I thought you knew!" Ms. Cho huffed.

"Of course I knew, but that doesn't mean I don't want to hear it from you. What were you doing all night that made you stay over there, anyway?"

"Uh..." Whose idea was it for her to spend the night? She tried her hardest to remember something, anything that would give her a clue. It wasn't like her to pass out at an acquaintance's house; that was just basic manners.

"When are you getting back?" Ms. Cho snapped. Rein could feel the heat of her anger through the phone and decided not to test her further.

"I'll be at the hotel in twenty minutes tops," she said. "I'm so so-"

"You better be. If you're not... You don't want to find out what happens if you're not." With that, she heard the line go dead. She clutched her phone, closing her eyes. She wanted everything to stop or disappear.

"How are you feeling?" a low voice from the kitchen said, bringing her out of her pity party. She whipped her head around to see Namjoon, and it took every fiber of her being to keep her jaw in place.

So, if I know one thing about Kim Namjoon, it's that he doesn't wear a shirt to bed.

Or pants.

He was at ease, yet his muscles still looked tense and flexed. His abs were clearly defined, much to her pleasure. Her eyes were drawn downward after a while, making her hot with embarrassment. She shook her head.

"Pretty shitty, if I'm being honest," she said with a laugh. "Yourself?" He came over and sat on the couch across from her.

"Probably not as bad as you. You know how much you drank last night...?" Rein bit her lip.

"Would you believe me if I said I'm usually not like that?" she asked, a bashful smile tinting her lips. He smirked. 

"Maybe, but I don't think I should," he replied. She laughed, running her hand through her hair. She winced as she hit a spot on her head that ached.

Reaching out to touch her wrist softly, Namjoon asked, "You okay?" She froze, and he withdrew as quickly as he had touched her. She cleared her throat.

"Are the others awake?" she asked. He shook his head.

"Hoseok and... Jimin, I think. Jimin's not in his room," he said with a shrug. "Probably in the bathroom or something." She nodded, then got up, Ms. Cho's impending rage still fresh in her mind.

"I better go..." she said, looking around for her belongings. Namjoon watched her as she gathered her phone and purse, a note of melancholy saturating the air. She scanned him one more time, seeing how the light bounced off his bare chest, how messy his hair was, how perfect he looked sitting there, savoring every detail as she thought this was the last time she would see him like this.

A little voice in the back of Rein's head told her something happened between the two of them, but she disregarded it as silly paranoia.

Namjoon walked her to the front door. She turned, looking up at him, and they stood for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. Finally, Namjoon drew a breath.

"So, I'll see you for the shoot then, right?" he said. She nodded.

"Guess so." She saw a familiar car stop outside of the apartment complex. "Well, that's my ride," she said. Offering him a small wave, the singer stepped outside and walked toward the car, leaving Namjoon at the doorstep alone.

Rein looked out the window, trying her hardest to remember what happened the night before because now that she had a moment away from Namjoon, she was sure something had happened. The stiffness of the way he walked, how awkward the distance between them was. It was indicative of a person who wanted to move on, but a personal confusion of some sort was getting in the way.

She replayed the events of the night before in her head. She remembered the alcohol and the fluid bliss that resulted from it. She remembered Jin's bulgogi and how it was the best thing she had ever eaten. She remembered Yoongi being drunk out of his mind, and how they laughed until they couldn't breathe, how delicious that forgotten pain of laughing was. She remembered Namjoon's hands, how gentle he was as he lifted her onto the couch.

How soft his lips were.

Suddenly, everything came flooding back.

Fuck. She buried her face in her hands and groaned. The driver looked at the rearview mirror.

"Is everything okay back there?" he asked. She looked up and gave him a toothy smile.

"Just peachy, thanks!" she replied, then turned back to her thoughts. No wonder he couldn't look her in the eyes. It was too much, considering what had happened.

But I was drunk. I can excuse it. But even when she was intoxicated, she had a clear enough head to tell right from wrong. She could have stopped herself from doing it, but had she wanted to stop? It felt so natural, as if she were meant to kiss him at that moment.

Should I tell Ms. Cho...? Rein drove the thought from her mind. Ms. Cho would surely have a cow.

So, that detail would be her little secret to keep, and she was okay with that.

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