Taeyeon outfit.

Jimin's outfit

3rd person pov:

This was supposed to be a routine business trip, another notch in her growing career at K-toon factory , the webcomic Company, but nothing about this evening felt ordinary.

Kim Taeyeon had been insisted to attend the company party, who is  more comfortable with her work than with mingling in social gatherings. Yet duty called, and there she was, caught in the pulsating rhythm of the city's nightlife.

She reached for a glass of champagne, and she felt a hand gently nudge her from behind. "Relax, Taeyeon," Do-Yoon, one of her colleagues from the editorial team, who is quite close with her whispered. "You're too tense. Just enjoy the night." handing the drink.

She smiled weakly, taking a sip of the drink he gave. The bubbly liquid slid down her throat, but instead of the warmth she expected, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness. Shaking her head, Taeyeon excused herself, making her way to the restroom to splash some water on her face. She was in such a rush that she couldn't even see the expression on his face.

'What the hell is in that drink?' she spoke to herself in the mirror.

She came out of the restroom; everything looked different; her head felt a bit achy; but despite the pain, she smiled like a fool and walked to the bar counter.

"Shots, please," she slurred.

As she turned her head, a blond guy caught her attention. He looked so mad, but why?

If she was on mind, even if she is drunk, she wouldn't even mind him and focus on her work, but She doesn't have any idea what's happening to her now or Why is she getting attracted to him?

He has long, neck-length blond hair with a sharp side profile, and his hand grip on the glass is so tight that it might break the glass.

"That glass would break, sweetheart," she said.

He turned his head with a glare. Her mouth hung open, looking at him. His look came straight from a manhwa. 

"Mind your own business," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

He took a long, deliberate sip of his drink, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. His grip on the glass tightened, and for a moment, Taeyeon thought he might crush it. She laughed and drank her shots.

"You look upset?" she asked him again. 

Jimin's eyes met hers, and for a brief, intense moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the room. Then, as if snapping out of a trance, he turned away, his jaw clenched. "You're drunk," he said curtly, his voice laced with irritation. "Go home."

"And you," she slurred, pointing a finger at him, "look like you need a hug." Her voice was barely audible over the noise of the crowd.

"No thanks," Jimin replied, his tone final. He turned back to his drink, his expression unreadable.

Taeyeon stumbled back, her laughter turning into a hiccup "You know sharing your pain with a stranger can reduce your pain at least this much," she said, holding up a tiny finger. Her voice was slurred, but there was a surprising clarity in her eyes.

"Sharing your pain with a stranger?" Jimin scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 

"Well, then listen out," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. He took a deep breath, as if steeling himself. "My girlfriend cheated on me with... a guy. Can you imagine that?"

A flicker of sympathy crossed Taeyeon's face, despite the fogginess in her mind. She reached out and patted his arm, her touch gentle. "I'm sorry," she mumbled in the drunken sense, her voice barely audible.

"It's been three years since we broke up, and she has already moved on," Jimin continued, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "But look at me, taking vacations to move on, leaving my work behind."

He shook his head, as if trying to clear his thoughts. For a moment, there was silence between them, broken only by the pulsating music.

"I can't believe how she cheated on my manhwa hero," Taeyeon slurred, her voice filled with mock outrage. A giggle escaped her lips, but it was quickly stifled by a cough.

Jimin looked at her, his expression a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "Your manhwa hero?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Taeyeon nodded vigorously, her eyes wide. "Yeah, you know, the one with the perfect jawline and the brooding look? You're the spitting image of a manhwa hero"

Jimin's lips twitched. "And you think I'm your manhwa hero?"

Taeyeon leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "Maybe," she whispered. 

Jimin felt something different towards her after many years; he doesn't know what it  is. Is this happening because he has drunk too much? 

The air between them thickened, charged with the kind of tension that comes when two people who should never have met are thrown together. Taeyeon's heart raced, the alcohol in her system amplifying every beat and every breath. She could feel Jimin's warmth, the closeness of his presence making her dizzy in a way that had nothing to do with the champagne she'd consumed.

Jimin's eyes, once filled with irritation, softened as he looked at her. Something in her drunken sincerity tugged at a part of him he had long since buried—a part that wanted to believe in the possibility of something more, something better than the hollow ache of betrayal he had carried for years.

He wasn't sure what it was about her—perhaps it was her genuine concern, her willingness to listen without judgment, or maybe it was the way she spoke to him as if he were more than just a stranger. Whatever it was, it made him want to forget, if only for a moment, the pain that had been his constant companion.

Taeyeon, on the other hand, was lost in a haze of emotions she couldn't quite understand. Jimin was everything she had admired in her favorite Manhwa characters—dark, brooding, and undeniably attractive. But there was more to him—something deeper that drew her in, something that made her want to reach out and touch the sadness in his eyes, to offer him comfort in a way she had never done with anyone before.

"Maybe I am your manhwa hero," Jimin finally said, his voice low and husky. He wasn't sure why he said it, but the words felt right, like a challenge and a confession all at once.

Taeyeon blinked up at him, her vision slightly blurred, but she could see the hint of a smile playing on his lips. She smiled back, a foolish grin that only deepened when he leaned closer, his breath ghosting over her lips.

"Maybe you are," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Jimin's hand moved, almost of its own accord, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. His touch was gentle and hesitant, as if he wasn't sure whether to pull away or draw her closer. The world around them seemed to fade—the noise of the party, the people, everything—until it was just them, standing at the edge of something neither of them could fully grasp.

Before she could think, before she could question what she was doing, Taeyeon closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a kiss that was soft and tentative at first but quickly deepened as the emotions of the night took over.

For Jimin, the kiss was both a relief and a release—a way to forget, even if just for a moment, the hurt that had been his constant companion. For Taeyeon, it was a leap into the unknown, driven by a mixture of alcohol, attraction, and something she couldn't quite name.

But as their lips moved together, a strange sense of clarity washed over her, cutting through the fog of her intoxication. This was real—more real than anything she had felt in a long time—and yet, it was tinged with a surreal quality that made her question whether it was really happening or just another dream.

But the kiss didn't stop there.

Taeyeon's hands instinctively reached up to tangle in Jimin's blond hair, as if drawn by an invisible force, intensifying the kiss. The warmth of his body against hers, the taste of alcohol on his lips, the slight pressure as his hand slid around her waist—all of it made her heart pound in her chest, the rhythm echoing the messed emotions swirling in her mind.

Jimin responded in kind, his initial hesitation melting away as he pulled her closer. The kiss became more urgent, more desperate, as if they were both trying to drown out the pain, the loneliness, and the confusion that had led them to this moment. Every breath and every movement seemed to blur the lines between reality and whatever fantasy they were both sinking into.

Taeyeon's mind raced—a jumble of thoughts and emotions she couldn't fully grasp. She knew she should stop and that this was reckless and uncharacteristic of her, but something isn't making her stop—is it the drink or is it Jimin's touch? She could not put in her thoughts.

Jimin's hands roamed from her waist to her back, pulling her even closer until there was no space left between them. His lips moved with a fervor that spoke of more than just desire—it was need, pure and raw, a need to forget, to lose himself in her and in this moment. He had forgotten what it felt like to want someone this badly, to feel something other than the hollow ache that had settled in his chest for so long.

Taeyeon felt his hands sliding under the hem of her shirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine. She gasped into the kiss, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed herself against him, matching his intensity. She was losing herself in him, in the heat of the moment, in the way his lips moved against hers with a mix of urgency and tenderness that made her knees weak.

They broke apart only for a moment, gasping for air, their foreheads resting against each other as they struggled to catch their breath. Jimin's dark and unreadable eyes bore into hers, and for a second, it was as if they were the only two people in the world.

"Name?" he asked, his voice rough and breathless

"Taeyeon," she whispered, her voice soft.

Jimin repeated her name in a whisper, as if testing how it felt on his lips and how it sounded in the space between them. "Taeyeon," he said again, this time more firmly, as if committing it to memory.

"Jimin," he said, a smirk playing on his lips as his gaze locked onto hers. "It's the name you're going to be saying all night."

She felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, her breath catching in her throat as the tension between them crackled in the air. Jimin's eyes, still locked on hers, were filled with a mixture of desire and something darker, something that made her pulse quicken and her mind race.

But before she could respond, before she could even process what he had said, Jimin leaned in again, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both commanding and tender—a kiss that left no room for doubt about how the rest of the night would be.

Next day

The sunlight hit her face, making Taeyeon's eyes scrunch in discomfort. She groaned softly, shifting to the other side, trying to escape the bright intrusion. But the light was relentless, and after rolling to the other side of the bed a few times, she finally gave up and opened her eyes slowly.

Her head pounded slightly, the remnants of last night's drinking still lingering in her system. Blinking against the harsh morning light, she took a moment to orient herself, her surroundings coming into focus.

She was in an unfamiliar room.

The walls were a soft shade of gray, and the bed she was in was much larger and more luxurious than her own. The sheets were crisp and cool against her skin, and the scent of fresh linen mixed with a faint, musky cologne filled the air. 

It's not her hotel room!

Panic began to rise in her chest as she pieced together the fragments of her memory. The party, the drinks, Jimin. Her eyes widened as flashes of the previous night flooded back—Jimin's smoldering gaze, their intense kiss, his whispered words that sent shivers down her spine.

"Oh my God," she whispered to herself, sitting up abruptly in the bed. The movement made her head throb, but she ignored it and turned her head, only to see Jimin sleeping soundly beside her. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed that he was shirtless, his toned chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

She looked down at herself and gasped softly. The clothes she was wearing were different from the ones she had on last night. Her party dress had been replaced with an oversized shirt that definitely wasn't hers. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks, and her heart began to race.

Did it really happen? What happened last night?

As panic threatened to overtake her, she tried to piece things together, which led to this moment. But her memory was foggy, the details slipping through her fingers like sand. All she could remember was the drink given by Do-Yoon, which made her feel uneasy, and later talking to Jimin, and him saying of his past, the hunger of their kiss, and the way Jimin had made her feel—alive, wanted, and utterly overwhelmed.

Without making any noise, she carefully slipped out of bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of her belongings. She spotted her clothes neatly folded on a couch nearby. The sight of them brought a small wave of relief, but it also deepened the mystery of what exactly happened last night.

 Taeyeon tiptoed over to the couch, her mind still racing. She picked up her clothes, the familiar fabric bringing a strange sense of comfort in that confusion. With a quiet sigh, she decided to dress quickly and leave before Jimin woke up.

Once dressed, she glanced back at Jimin, who was still asleep, his breathing steady and calm. 

She knew she couldn't just leave without saying anything. Spotting a notepad and pen on the bedside table, she quickly scribbled a note, her hand shaking slightly as she wrote:

Jimin,

I'm really so sorry for everything last night. I have no idea how this happened. I know we are total strangers, and this wasn't how things were supposed to go.

Please don't think too badly of me. I needed to leave early, but I'm sure we'll figure things out if we ever cross paths again.

—Taeyeon

She hesitated for a moment, staring at the note as if the words on the page could somehow make sense of everything that had transpired. But they couldn't. She was feeling a swirling of emotions, and these words were empty and insufficient.

She placed the note carefully on the nightstand beside him, her heart heavy with the weight of her own confusion and guilt. With one last glance at Jimin, still asleep and unaware, she quietly left the room, closing the door behind her as softly as she could.

As she stepped into the hallway, Taeyeon took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She didn't know what would happen next.

 Would he be angry? Confused? Would they ever meet again, or would this be the last time their paths crossed? All she knew was that she needed to get away to figure out what this all meant, if anything.