"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."

-Marilyn Monroe-

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"IF all the painful thoughts about the past were erased, could you tell which one of these things you like the most? Is it this one?"

Placed his cold hands on both side of her face, she locked her eyes into his blank ones as she gently leaded him to lightly squeeze her damp cheeks. Slowly drifted his right hand to the top part of her head with one still placed on her right cheek, she leaned in to let him caressed her dark silky shoulder length hair. Yoongi's tensed body relaxed. His dark eyes softened. He smiled as he stared at her dearly with his half opened eyes.

"Or this one?"

Yoongi frowned as Soomin suddenly released her hold on his hands and cupped his face instead. Gave herself in, she closed the gap between them as she slightly let her quivering lips brushed his liquor taste one. She could sense when the tense on his awfully tipsy body came back as his breath became unsteady and harsher than before. About to pull herself back, a hand suddenly gripped the back of her hair, preventing her from add unnecessary distance between the lips. She groaned her pain out. He growled his desire out.

Eyes fired up with thirst, Yoongi devoured the moment unhesitatingly by bringing her gasped lips to his. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle. The kiss held so much bitterness and despair but she took it all, all the bottled up feeling Yoongi had endured for all this time. All the demanding tugging and bitting which would leave definite marks on her thin lips slowly  uncovered his vulnerable self.

Soomin hardly breath between the kisses, but not even once she detached herself from him. She let him ruined her lipstick as well as her buried feeling. She let him be what he always want to be, what SHE always want him to be.

Lips became numb.
Breath became one.
Hearts fluttered faster than hummingbirds flapped their wings.

Then her thumping heart skipped a beat when she felt his breath brushed her earlobe as he weakly whispered. "This one. I like this one the most". Whimpered, she lost it all when he slowly tilted her head, gave him an access for trailing her bare pale neck to the exposed collarbone of hers.

Jolted with a very-wide-opened eyes from his deep slumber, Yoongi groaned when a sudden ache strike his hangover head. "Ah..ah.." He collapsed himself back to the bed and curled into a whining fussy ball.

Didn't dare to even move his eyelids a bit, he massaged his forehead as he cursed himself for recklessly having the whiskey way too much. How many glass did I have till I got that wild dream? He thought as the glimpse of Soomin's alluring expression came into his aching head.

"Ah..my head" He groaned after he shook his own head to kick the inappropriate scene out of his scattered mind. He crawled himself to the edge of the bed with closed eyes, wished to find his bedside table in which he always stored one or two tablet of aspirin. Frowned, he slightly peeked when his hand met a cold metal thing instead of a wood material box sized of table.

"Where am I?!" He shrieked in terror as he pulled the comforter up to his chin when he realized that he wasn't in his own room.

He looked around perhaps to find a stranger somewhere in the anomalous room. He was alone. Gulped at the clueless situation, he kicked the comforter and released a relief sigh when he found himself still in the same outfit as he used last night. I did nothing dirty. That's good.

Ignored the pounding head, he checked his phone and froze as a piece of memory from last night came in. "What's the password?".

"Fuck"

Grabbed a white lined phone placed next to the bed, Yoongi dialed the receptionist in panic. Foot tapped the wooden floor impatiently, he was beyond anxious to figure out who brought him into this unknown place.

"Good morn-"

"This is Min Yoongi, uh- guest in room 302" He cut the receptionist as he held the key card on his hand, room 302 it said.

"Yes, can I-"

"Who did bring me here last night?"

"Pardon me?"

Groaned desperately, Yoongi snarled and grabbed his hair. Ouch! Why it hursts so much?! He silently snapped, released his own gripped from his poor hair. "I was drunk last night, if you have any information about who the one that kindly brought me to this place then I'd appreciate it so much" said him while gritting his teeth.

"Ah, let me check it first"

"Thank you" he replied, rolled his eyes.

"Apologize sir, but since you check-in with your own ID and credit card, I'm afraid that we have no information that you need"

"Seriously?!" Clumsily took out his wallet, he shook it so hard which made all the things inside the wallet poured out and scattered on the bed. He was right. My ID card isn't here.

"Yes sir, we managed to get your sign as well at the time you agreed to took the available room. We have no record of the name, but we can inform that the one who helped you was a woman, with a hand of a man that I assumed from his outfit was a security from the famous bar across the street."

"I see, thanks" Yoongi cut the call, dropped himself to the bed as both hands covered his still-red puffy eyes. Min stupid Yoongi, don't you dare to touch that devilish liquor ever again. Had a staring contest with the high white ceiling, he tried to crack up his freezing brain by digging each of his memory he got from the previous night but he's stuck at that one question. "What's the password?"

"What happened after that? Ah, out of hundred bars scattered around the city, why did I go to that place?"

Clueless, tired, and got a terrible hangover, he pushed away the thoughts by forcing himself out of the bed to the bathroom lazily. Eyes scanned his awful reflection, his slender fingers unconsciously touched the lips that sinfully tasted the smooth skin of hers. It felt so good but so wrong at the same time because it felt so real.

"Cold water, I need cold water" Yoongi snapped as he pealed his attires one by one. Did she help me to undone my shoes? He realized when he dragged his ripped jeans down. "Ah! What did actually happen last night?!"

Frustratedly stomped into the walk-in standing shower, the cold water was pouring hard right into his tensed body as soon as Yoongi tapped the faucet. It was nice till a sudden stinging pain hit his back as he littered it with the bubbly soap. What the hell? He flinched but shrugged it off as he let the cold water soothed it out before he dressed up and left the room with oblivious and wandering mind. Why do I feel like I miss something important?

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A/N:
What did he miss this time?
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