Opening the front door to an ocean of drunk college seniors wasn't exactly what you had in mind on a Friday night. The plethora of sweaty bodies and the throbbing of bass music made it nearly impossible for you to enter the safety of your home.

It was kind of intoxicating, the feel of it all. How the lights cascaded down in strobes of red and green, and how the crowd of dancers throbbed against the music, hungry to climb the peak of the beat. You were surrounded, completely surrounded by strangers in your own home.

Only God knows how many people have trashed your room now, have peed in your plants or have consummated drunken regrets in your bed.

But where was all the furniture? you thought. You were sure a lamp used to live by the door, and a couch against the far wall and you remembered family portraits hung everywhere, but everything was gone. The house was completely empty of your stuff.

Pushing through the brick walls of strangers, your eyes get pulled up from the ground by some magnetic force to Jins concerned chestnut orbs across the room.

Waving you over with a smile, you spot Mia beside him talking to her friends. You didn't exactly hate her friends but because they practically lived in your house, you held them each accountable for every Friday night and every piece of broken furniture. This party was out of control though, there was no way in hell that Mia threw this on her own knowing the reputable harm they could suffer trying to find another rental apartment when they would eventually get evicted.

Anger built up in the pit of your stomach at the sight of her laughing, the infectious sound spreading to her friends. How could she laugh this off when the impending homeless status loomed so high above your heads. And wasn't there a TV there before?

Walking passed Jin, you shove Mia's shoulder. "What is this? And where is all of our stuff?"

"At Taehyung's," she slurs in response. "And guess what! No rent! So you don't have to work at that cafe!" she yells happily, affectionally rubbing your face with her sweaty palm. She was drunk. Very drunk.

Shoving her hand away, you step forward in anger. "That doesn't explain why you have a whole college of people in our house. If someone breaks a window or a wall, we can't afford to fix it."

"Y/N, I tried. I really did." Jin smiles apologetically, letting Mia lean on him."Taehyung should be around if you want to talk with him. I'm sorry that this had to happen without you knowing."

Poking the inside of your cheek with your tongue, you gape at him incredulously. "Jin, let's skip the bullshit apologies. Sorry didn't stop you from drinking your gin or inviting your friends. And I have a working phone too you know." Running your hands through your hair, you take another deep breath.

You can't remember a time where you weren't frustrated with these people. "Just look after her." you spat, stepping away from the group and turning around in search for a drink or for something that could make you less annoyed at the world.

Spotting a chili bin of alcohol leaning against the wall, you rush over and open the lid. Grabbing the first beer bottle your excruciatingly sober fingers could find, you twist the bottle cap off against your forearm and slowly bring it to your mouth. You weren't sure if jumping into the cess pool of beer was a good idea, what was the rhyme, beer before grass your on your ass, grass before beer you're in the clear?

You never understood what that exactly meant, were you supposed to eat some sort of grass? Is that why guys like to drink beer outside? Either way, you planned to be on your ass blind drunk by 1, or in twenty minutes if you were lucky. Hoping to be lucky, you scull the drink at full force and slam the bottle down on the table beside you. The alcohol swirled a cautious reminder of your lightweight status as you felt your stomach already detest the quick consumption.

"Holy shit, that was impressive." a voice cheers beside you. Turning your face to acknowledge the person invading your silent rage, you almost immediately roll your eyes. The boy was leaning leisurely against the wall in ripped black skinny jeans and a white button up with a black leather jacket. And the boy was Kim Taehyung.

Suddenly feeling frustrated again, you bite your bottom lip. No amount of alcohol can iron out the wrinkles Taehyung makes in the sheets of your rage, even if he did look sexy as hell doing it.

"Tough day?" he asks, taking a sip from his bottle. "You look like you want to kill someone."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you scoff. "Just go away."

"Maybe I will." he frowns, dangling the bottle in front of your face. "Or maybe I won't."

The see-through bottle of vodka that hung loosely from his fingertips cried out an incessant need to be wasted and the more his crescent moon eyes burned holes into your skin, the more you wanted to rip the bottle from his stupid murderous hands and save yourself from having to converse with him.

You hated Taehyung and you were pretty sure Taehyung hated you back. You did spend a good year and a half completely ignoring him, so not without good reason.

Knowing that though didn't stop you from ripping the bottle from his slimy fingers and bringing it to your mouth. He already hated you, so there's no point in being nice really. "Y/N's a bad girl hey?" he laughs, watching you practically inhale his alcohol.

Regretting your decision almost immediately, you close your eyes against the strong burn of vodka. "You know Taehyung, I could say the same about you." you choke, still feeling the burn of the vodka in your throat.

Taehyung relaxes against the wall in a silent fit of laughter. "That would've burned me had it not burnt you first." he grins, tilting his face to study yours.

"Why are you staring at me?" you ask, still grimacing from the vodka.

"I want you to smile at me. We are desk partners and you refuse to show me them pearly whites, how could I not want to see you smile," he stammers, crossing his arms over his chest. "I want to hear your laugh too."

You weren't sure if it was the intimacy of his attention or the alcohol that was making you blush, either way, you wanted no part in it. "Bold demand from you Mr. Popular Kim Taehyung. Go away, you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk, I just —you never do and I want you too." he says, stepping forward.

You groan loudly at his eagerness to trap you into a conversation. Putting your arms in the pocket of your jumper you yell over the music. "Well I would if you got the hint or the hints for the past two years that I don't actually like you."

He laughs, stepping close to whisper in your ear. "We're roommates now. Can't we just forget high school and move on with our lives. Well, mainly you because I'm over it," His breath sends a shudder down your spine as he adds in a low voice. "I'd really like to be friends with you."

He was so close to your face that you could see the pores on his nose and how red and dilated his eyes were. It only made you grimace harder. "I can see right through you Taehyung. Hot guys like you only want one thing."

"You think I'm hot?" he grins, winking at you suggestively.

Standing straighter you poke your finger into his chest, pushing him away from you. The room was already suffocating enough, closeness between you and him wasn't exactly helping the anxiety you felt.

"Oh please, even you think you're hot." you grimace. "Don't look at me like one of the girls you think you're going to get. I refuse to like assholes like you."

"What if I'm not like the others?" he asks, his eyes twinkling under the strobes of light. "You refuse to like me? We'll see about that." he grins, putting his sunglasses on and swiping another bottle of vodka from the chilli-bin. "Just want to mention that I feel blessed that you stopped ignoring me two months ago and everyday feels like a dream when you aren't being the ice queen to me. How about we get out of here?"

"You can go and take all your five hundred people with you." you grin, satisfied with your comeback. "Desk partners don't ignore each other, especially when they have to actually do work together. You should count your blessings that I decided to be nicer to you."

"I do everyday. Wait, is that half of a smile I see? Must be my lucky day. Come on, let's have some fun." he beams, pushing off against the wall and pulling you within the crowd of people.

"Let me make myself clear Taehyung, this does not change how much I do not like you." you frown and he mirrors your expression.

Pulling you harder towards him, he yells loudly over the music. "That's good to know because I hate you too. Come on."

Clinging to his extended hand, you watch his back get swallowed by the crowd. Had it not been for his hand holding yours tightly, you probably would've let go.

You have no idea where he's taking you but in that very moment, you don't care. Where the vodka goes, you go. The alcohol made you feel free and the idea of being around the campus hottie and notorious sunflower murderer, made you feel more alive than you cared to admit.

In your first year of university you had made some pretty horrible friend choices. They showed you a life outside of the books and inside the clubs - a boring adventure you had pretended to love so much that sometimes now, you crave it.

Taehyung tugs your hand and pulls you down the hallway, you hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he turns to ask if you are okay. You half smile and grab the second bottle out of his hands. Maintaining your eye contact with him, you take a drink.

"I am now." you murmur, wiping your mouth with your arm. "Was this your idea of getting out of here?" you say, taking in the emptiness of the hallway outside your old bedroom door.

He laughs lowly. "You looked like you were going to have a panic attack or something back there. Thought you'd appreciate some air."

You blink back his words. "That's actually kind of thoughtful but I think I'll be fine after a couple more drinks. Oh, and if I get drunk ...stay away from me okay."

He salutes you and opens your door. "Let's drink in here, it's better than out there." You nod and he clinks his bottle with yours. "We're not stopping until these bottles are empty okay."

"Sounds like a plan to me." you yell, running into the room as he closes it behind you.

You swayed to the music as a rush suddenly filled your veins. Taehyung was laughing and drinking and swaying with you and the feeling of not being alone felt so addictive it felt almost right. It's not until the morning after where you fully understand the gravity of your choice of drunk company and why addiction is usually a bad thing.

The splitting headache that threatened to tear the hemispheres of your brain apart, held your drunk adventures with Taehyung captive and you weren't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. Looking down at your almost naked body, you can only assume that whatever happened between you and him wasn't good.

Why do I have no shirt on?

Sliding back into your jumper, you closely observe your skin. You didn't have hickeys or any other evidence of sex —good. You were alone — also good and the bedroom door was locked — amazing.

"Y/N, wake up please. Seriously oh my god, fucking wake up already!" Mia yells, pounding profusely on the bedroom door. "Y/N, we need to leave now!" she panics, kicking the door. Opening the door, you're immediately pulled behind your sister and dragged out of the house.

Apparently, you only had approximately twenty minutes to get out of the apartment before the police would be called and Mia had been frantically trying to unlock the door and get you out. Pushed into Mia's car, you can only smile at the eighth forced eviction since living with her and how Mia's party had completely trashed the house.

How someone managed to put chairs into the tree on the front porch, burn the grass into the shape of a giant dick and destroy the mailbox was beyond you.

Banging her head against the steering wheel again she laughs. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you. That sleaze - our landlord, he came over two nights ago and ....I had this feeling but I ignored it. Probably shouldn't have ignored it, I mean it could have been you instead." she stops, banging her head again and resting it on the steering wheel. "I just didn't want to think he would do it, you know. Or that anyone of his esteem would."

"What are you talking about?" you murmured, placing your hand on her shoulder. "Mia what's happened?"

"I thought it was suspicious that our rent was so cheap. That dirty bastard tried to touch me —I let him in thinking that he was fixing a drainage leak and he cornered me in the lounge. I kept saying no and he wouldn't listen. So I socked him in the nose like dad taught us." she says, shaking her head against the steering wheel. "I've never seen a nose break so hard Y/N. I nearly felt sorry for him. "

Mia raises her head, her eyes puffy and gloomy as she peers at you. "I've never seen a grown man run so fast. And then I called my friends looking for a place to stay and Taehyung offered his home."

Placing her head back on the steering wheel, Mia sighs loudly. "We officially live with Kim Taehyung now. Isn't life great."

You pat Mias back, "Well, we should probably go home then."

Mia scoffs, gaping at you incredulously, "What no argument?"

"No point." you murmur in reply. "I can understand now why you threw such a big party. I only regret not smashing a window."

Mia laughs, starting the ignition and driving out of the driveway. "Y/N as your older sister I need to say that if a guy treats you like shit, you sock them so hard in the mouth that their mother will feel it and regret birthing such a creature. Okay?"

You nod in agreement and she rubs your shoulder. "I hope you don't ever have to be put in a position where you feel like violence is warranted. It scares me just thinking about it."

Covering her hand on the steering wheel as she drives, you give it a comforting squeeze. "Everything is going to be okay, we've got each other. Let's just go to Taehyung's, maybe report him and then forget about it."

You and Mia nod in agreement and drive in silence to his house. He lived close to campus so his house wasn't that far away from yours.

Mia had to triple check the address on the phone to him because the house he directed her to was the biggest and most lavish house on the block.

You stayed outside to admire the urban architecture of the two-story building as she raced inside. The house was huge and the front lawn was bigger. The inside was even more impressive. Mahogany wooden floors, cream walls and home decoration on every single wall. The lounge was comfortable. Dark gray carpet, light beige furniture and an automatic fire place as the centre piece. You could see yourself sitting in front of it reading a book. It was honestly the dream house from the Sims you never had the patience to build.

It was a little unbelievable how Taehyung was the only person living in this house, but it kind of made sense as to why he never goes home. To be on your own in this house would drive anyone crazy.

As instructed by Mia, Taehyung preferred if you had the room next to his and Mia have the upstairs bedroom. You couldn't think of a particular reason why but you didn't care enough to ask. After unpacking your belongings, you set your books on your nightstand and lay atop your new bed.

You hear the low hum of Taehyung singing through the wall and you bathe in the sound. He was a good singer and the jazz quality of his voice sent electricity through your body. Curling in on yourself, you press your ear against the wall and smile. The longer you listened the harder it felt like your heart was consuming itself.

"I wonder what he's doing?" you whisper before being startled by your thoughts. Why are you wondering what he's doing? You hate him Y/N.

Do I? The question itself provokes a train of broken memories from the night before and you feel the constraints of your hangover letting go as you cover your mouth in shock or more so, in embarrassment.

Taehyung slips out of his ripped black jeans and covers his lower body with the empty chip bowl. "Stop staring at me, I'm shy."

You laugh. "Oh please, you didn't look shy when I caught that girl over the summer break giving you a blowjob in the recording studios at school," Narrowing your eyes, you bring your index finger to your temple."What was her name, Ellie?"

Taehyung drops the chip bowl and you watch it fall.

"Fine. You get this question wrong and your jumper and shirt come off. What is a group of bears called?"

"Taehyung! Are you serious? Who's going to know that?" you whine, nearly falling over in the process.

"So you don't know what a group of bears are called," he snorts, throwing his hands in the air in success. "Clothes. Off. Now." he snarls, leaning on the bedroom door for support.

Disappointed in the unfair game but too drunk to even second guess his ulterior motive, you groan."You can't laugh at my bra choice okay, had I known I would be taking my clothes off, I would've avoided you."

"Yeah but you didn't and we're best friends now. So, don't be mean." he says, sliding down the door to sit on the ground.

Turning away to rip off your jumper, you take your time with the buttons on your blouse. You weren't wasted but you felt drunk enough to need the wall for support.

"Hurry up! We haven't finished the game. I don't like losing." he moans, leaning his head against the wall again and closing his eyes.

Turning back around, you stumble to grab the bottle of vodka at your feet, but stop when you realise its empty. "Fucking hell Taehyung, can't a girl be shy?" you sob, slowly sliding the blouse off.

"You aren't a ..girl ..you are ...um," he stammers, eyes glued to your chest. "Those are nice."

Feeling defensive, you cover your chest with your arms. "I don't remember allowing commentary on my body. You're too sober, drink."

Taehyung smiles a cheeky grin. "I wanted to be a bit sober to remember."

Running your hands across your stomach, you walk towards him. "You might as well since you are never going to see my body again."

Leaning down to grab the bottle of alcohol sitting beside him, Taehyung pulls you down to his lap.

"Here." he says, passing you the bottle. Taehyung watches you closely wrap your lips around the top of the bottle and pour the contents down your throat. He found it strangely erotic watching you drink, especially with how close you were and how nice your boobs looked at his angle.

Pulling the bottle away from your mouth, you bring it to his mouth. "No stopping until they are empty remember! Drink."

Holding the bottle to his mouth, he stares at you through slitted eyes and you innocently touch his biceps. "I didn't think you'd be so muscular," you admit sheepishly, trying to keep your eyes open. "I like your arms."

He hiccups putting the bottle back down beside him, staring at you in confusion. "My arms?" you nod. "Your arms."

Taehyung smiles down at you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. "I like you when you're drunk, you talk to me, you look at me, you touch me. Lets be drunk forever Y/N." he sings, swaying you.

"Hey, stop swaying me. I'm not a baby." you frown, poking your finger into his cheek.

Taehyung grabs your finger, his brows furrowed and eyes dark. "Can't you be this affectionate when you're sober?"

There was a sudden seriousness to his voice that made your heart shake as he wraps his hand around your finger, sending barbs of warmth down to your toes.

"With you?" you ask, looking into his eyes. You swear his eyes were black and bold before but now, the longer you looked, the more you saw melted caramel behind the alcohol shine. You've known him for years but right then and there, it felt like the first time you had ever actually looked at him.

"With me," he says, rubbing circles into your lower back. "Just me."

Bringing your hand up to cup his cheek, he closes his eyes and leans into your palm. The intimacy of the moment was more intoxicating than anything. The harder your heart raced against your ribs, the faster time seemed to slip away from you.

"With just you." you murmur, running your thumb along the lines of his cupids bow to across his pink cheeks. His jaw slackened as you ran your thumb behind his ear and down his jaw to rest on his chin. His mouth was agape in wonder enjoying the pleasure of your touch and his gaze was pensive as he watched you explore his face.

Running his tongue over his lips, he watches your gaze drop to his mouth in curiosity and you watch as his lips shift to whisper your name.

"Y/N."

You hum in response as you play with the hair on the back of his head, and slowly bring your slitted eyes to his.

"Y/N. I like you. I'm admitting it because I know you won't remember. So Y/N, I like you and I have liked you since before I killed your sunflowers."

Your hand stills in his hair and he goes rigid against you. For a long moment, he looks absolutely terrified of what you're going to do next. But when you caress his cheeks with your hands, he softens into your embrace again and smiles.

You watch the edges of his mouth rise and your curiosity becomes the better of you. You wanted to know what he tasted like, what he felt like and if his kisses really did pull down stars like all the other girls said they did.

So you looked into his melted caramel eyes one last time before you leant forward and pressed your lips to his.

Oh my god

"Shit," you scream, thrashing against the bedsheets. "Fuck Fuck Fuck. What have I done."

Taehyung stops singing and almost immediately runs to your room. "Y/N, I heard you scream. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Looking up to meet his frazzled expression, your eyes fall to his lips and your heart begins to soar through your chest. The memory flickers through your brain like a movie, in complete disbelief that you remembered when you usually didn't, in disbelief of his confession, in disbelief it actually happened and even more in disbelief that you wanted to do it again. Throwing your face back into the pillow, you sob into your pillows.

You kissed Kim Taehyung and you liked it.