The bedtime tea Taehyung insisted would help me rest better did a bigger job than I expected. I woke in the same position I'd fallen asleep in, my blankets unruffled as if I hadn't moved at all through the night. I made my way around the bathroom by memory, groggy until I'd washed my face and brushed my teeth.

I stayed in my pajamas, my slippers scuffing against the floor as I moved up the hallway. Taehyung looked up from laying a final stack of sliced fruit on a tray with a smile, his hair bushy and still dressed in nightclothes.

"Good morning." He beamed, glancing toward the clock over the stove. "Well rather good afternoon." He modified with a chuckle.

"You should sell that tea to people with insomnia." My cheeks pinched at the sour grape I popped into my mouth.

He chopped strawberries in half, placing them so that the tray was full and moving it over to the coffee table. "That's why I drink it." He wore a satisfied grin, patting the spot on the couch next to him. "So, are you ready for our movie day?"

We stretched out on the couch through three romantic comedies, the day convincing me that snuggling against Taehyung was the only stress reliever I needed. We ate every piece of fruit and barely moved from the couch until the door clicked open just as we finished wiping our tears at the end of About Time, Jungkook walking in sideways with a giant painting of a white cat balanced on his fingers.

The deep scowl on the feline's face led Taehyung and I from tears into laughter, Jungkook mocking our cackles as he shuffled to the balcony, setting the piece outside to dry.

"Laugh all you want but Mr. Nibblesworth over there will be paying rent this month." He smiled proudly, his hands on his hips like he'd saved the day.

With night approaching we had a quick meal, separating to get ready and taking turns in the bathroom. I started with picking through my clothes, tossing every item that didn't feel good enough onto the bed in frustration with the thought that I should have skipped the last movie to go shopping.

In the corner of my closet hung an all black catsuit Faye bought against my will. She thought it was perfect when I tried it on as a joke, but the skin tight fabric and cutouts on the side made me conscious of the few parts of my body I wasn't fully confident in.

With it as the only option I decided to try it on after my shower, my freshly blow dried hair full and fluffy around my shoulders.

I turned around, liking the curve of my butt, but pinched at the fat where my stomach and hips met. I was reaching around to the zipper to undress and start from scratch when my door opened, Taehyung in the middle of a sentence as he stepped into my room.

"Jungkook says things will really start in another hour so we—" He paused and cut himself off, clearing his throat as he looked up at me through the mirror. "I should work on knocking first, but that looks—that's the one."

"I'm not wearing this." I pulled my hair to one side of my neck, ready to request his help with the zipper.

He put his hands in his pockets, looking at me with wide eyes. "I will get on my knees and beg you to wear this if I have to." He pressed.

I giggled, shaking a hand to stop him when he started to bend at the knees. I rolled my eyes at his drama, turning back to the mirror one more time before deciding that looking in it for too long would fuel the problem.

"Fine, if you let me put eyeliner on you." I agreed, walking past him to the bathroom with him scurrying behind.

Taehyung held onto my hand as we walked the four blocks to the address Jungkook sent, the amount of people on the sidewalk thickening with every corner we turned. We fell into the back of a line outside an abandoned building where a bass blared from the blacked out windows.

We stood next to each other, leaning against the wall and taking a few steps forward with the line's flow. I tried to focus on anything other than the way he looked, sophisticated and sultry in pants that fit flat against his waistline and a mesh fishnet shirt that showed more of his body than I'd ever seen.

"You're staring." He smirked.

"I am." I admitted, no use in denial when I'd been caught.

He didn't try to hide the way he took me in, his gaze moving from my eyes and down to my chest until it fell over my legs and back up. "Let's go." His bottom lip caught under his teeth as he reached out to grab my hand again, giving a nod to the bouncer on our way inside.

Every part of the building glowed with neon, the walls splattered with paint and people's bodies decorated with glow sticks that wrapped around their arms and legs. There were two rooms, one on each side of the opening that led to the stairs, the open doors showing one artist occupying one and Jungkook in the other, slinging paint from their brushes at the people standing across from them.

"I could have done this and I have no talent when it comes to painting." I giggled as we watched a girl come out with tiny droplets of paint covering her exposed skin.

"Flicking paint might not be as easy as you think. Plus, I'm doing handprints too." He reached out, pressing his hand down between my waist and hip. When he pulled away a bright green print was left behind.

Taehyung busied himself with the brush, wanting to be in charge of the artsy way he speckled paint in a diagonal across his shoulders. I stuck my palm in the bucket of  pink paint at Jungkook's other side, grabbing at the thick muscle between his neck and shoulder to leave an impression.

"I can do handprints too." I teased, the paint smearing to where my fingers trailed down his chest until I pulled my hand away from him.

"Okay someone handprint my butt so we can start drinking." Taehyung laughed. Jungkook and I looked at each other with a laugh as he bent over next to us, each leaving a print on his cheeks.

We left Jungkook to wait until someone was there to take his place or the line slowed enough for them to stop painting, the leftover paint on my hand smearing into Taehyung's hand as he led us to the second floor.

The floor was packed with people, half the room taken up by the dancefloor where they grinded against each other and jumped around to music. Pairs of others found themselves against the wall, hot and heavy with their tongues in each other's mouths while girls dressed in booty shorts that I couldn't help but check out carried trays of drinks around the room.

Taehyung grabbed two colorful shots poured into long tubes, bucking the drink in a blink. I followed behind him, the burn of alcohol masked by a fruity flavor. There were a few tall tables in front of the small bar at one corner of the room, Taehyung pushing through the crowd with me trailing behind him to snag one where we could stand.

Two shots later and with my dopamine a bit higher I pulled Taehyung onto the dancefloor with me, staying against him as we got lost in the sea of people that surrounded us.

When I couldn't dance anymore, my body slick with sweat and heart pounding, I linked a finger with Taehyung to make our way out of the crowd. The calm that stretched around me when he was near had to be playing a part in the ease I felt in the space that had filled with even more people while we danced.

I wasn't sure which of us had a quicker draw to Jungkook, spotting him standing at another table near the bar. A girl leaned close to him, communicating just as much with her hands as she did her mouth. I was a little more resistant to interrupting their conversation but Taehyung could see that his best friend needed rescuing.

"I'm feeling tequila!" Taehyung called out as we approached the table, leaning over to put in a request with one of the hostesses that passed.

There was an awkward tension as the girl seemed to be waiting for Jungkook to say something to her, a scowl on her lips and her arms crossed over her chest. I wondered if the neon handprint over her breast was his.

"I should have thought of wearing a wig. I love yours!" I leaned over the table to her, the scoff Jungkook breathed annoying me. She looked at me with an unchanged expression, eyeing me with ire. "I'm Seline by the way." I decided on an attempt at killing her coldness with kindness.

"We've already met." She reminded me. "On your first day here."

I glanced up at Jungkook with the realization, already shaking his head. Someone dropped off four shots of tequila at our table, the rims coated in salt with a cup of lime slices. "Oh yeah, you're the opera singer. I hear you can hit a F6." I exclaimed, Taehyung choking dramatically on the shot he'd already tossed back. He cackled until I shoved a lime into his mouth to shut him up.

"Come find me so we can talk later." She ignored me again to address Jungkook, her behavior putting him off even more. She disappeared into the crowd, a high pitched chitter ensuing as she rejoined a group of girls all in neon wigs and matching outfits.

"Don't let Victoria get to you." Jungkook spoke between licking the rim of his shot glass, tipping the liquid past his lips, pursed as he sucked on the lime slice.

I raised my eyebrows at him, the contorted face I made after my drink making him laugh. "I'm good. Don't let her get to you. It's my night of fun, remember? You can worry about your little girlfriend later." I said, knowing my teasing would bother him.

"She's not my–" He started.

"It was a joke, Kookie." I grinned, using the nickname Taehyung often called him. "Now stop being a tight ass and come dance with me."

The three of us spent the night dancing with each other and others who pulled us in for a song, sipping at drinks that amped our fun and getting lost in the exhilaration of it all.

I wasn't sure how much time passed but the party seemed to go on forever without any hint of stopping. There were a few times when the stimulation was too much, leading me to a sloppy escape from the crowd to catch my breath and rehydrate.

At the point that Taehyung, Jungkook, and I managed to make our way back to a table all together, Jungkook glanced over at Taehyung and I with an amused smile. "Are you ready to tap out?" He asked.

"Hopefully not before one last dance." A buff man approached from my right, looking like he would burst from the skin tight shirt he wore at any second.

I'd accepted almost every dance through the night and this one was no different. I didn't come to Italy to not dance with beautiful men, grabbing the hand that led me to the edge of the dancefloor. He bounced across from me for the intro of the song, a goofy grin on his face as the beat drop came in. He pointed to his fist to show me what would be his one and only move, a fist pump into the air that I copied with a laugh.

I lowered my hand when I thought he was about to change his move with the slight switch in tempo, watching as he shook his head, eager for the chorus where he added a jump into the mix. I started back with him, jumping around with my fist punching the air and turning so that I could see Jungkook and Taehyung, laughing as they watched.

I closed my eyes toward the end of the chorus, jumping around in a circle until I felt two hands on my hips, pulling me still. When I opened them Taehyung was in front of me, having cut into the dance. He held me flush against him, rocking our hips back and forth to the rhythm. I didn't have to look behind me to know that the body pressed against mine was Jungkook, his inked hands curved around my waist to hold me close.

The space between them gave an entirely different feeling, like an eclipse, the fiery sun and calm moon crossing over each other to signify something completely new. At the chorus Taehyung leaned in, succumbing to the temptation that'd been there since we met, closing his mouth around mine and pulling away with a tug of my bottom lip. I barely had time to process the kiss when a hand moved to grip my neck and turn my head to the side, Jungkook's tongue slipping into my open mouth and his lips on mine so that I was left breathless.

I almost wished I could fade away just as the song did, sure I'd regret whatever complication would be the result of kissing them. Instead I chose the opposite, to enjoy the moment as fully present as one can be after a night of drinking.