TAEHYUNG POV:

We were driving down the empty road in silence. It was about 2 am, and I'm sure it's way past her bedtime. She kept on huffing like she was mad at something and it was too funny seeing her cross her arms like a little four year old.

"Y/N is something wrong?" I asked wondering what drunk Y/N will answer with this time.

"OFF course THERRRrre IS." she huffed like I was supposed to know that already.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I gently pushed the conversation like I was speaking to a toddler.

"NOO000ooo WAY. TAETHONG MigHHT HeAR!" She yell whispered while looking at me.

Wait.. Does she not...she doesn't recognize me? God damn she is drunk, but what do you expect from a 17 year old who just had over 12 shots of soju. I stopped counting at one point.

"Taehyung isn't around sweetie, he won't hear anything. We left him at the bar remember? So tell me, what's wrong?" I innocently pressed as an imposter.

"I'Ve beEEN LOSing to TaeTHo0ng all DAY LOOO000NG." she sang depressingly while looking out the window. Probably to count trees.

"Losing? Have you been playing a game with him?" I asked in pure confusion.

"NO00, hEEE has beeEN playing a GAMeE witH MEh." she huffed.

That's why she's uneasy with me. She thinks I'm the one playing the game. And here I was thinking she was playing hard to get, but that doesn't answer all my questions, why couldn't she talk to Namjoon? Or even fake a smile to Jin. Fear was always present in her eyes whenever they were around, so why?

"Love, do you remember Namjoon? The guy at the bar?"

"OHH, Of cuURse."

"Why couldn't you talk to him. You avoided him..." I asked focused on the road.

"D00on't YOU knOw?? I have ANDrofoubiuola." She slurred together.

"Sweetie, I didn't catch that, you have what?" I questioned this time giving her my full attention.

"ARe YoU deaFF? I said, I havE ANDROPHOBIA!" she screeched at the top of her lungs.

First of all, ouch.

Second of all, Androphobia? I remember briefly studying the phobia section for my test a year ago, but I never actually got the chance to look into each one in detail.

I parked in my parking space in front of our dorms and pulled out my phone. She tried to open the door, but thank God for child lock these days.

I pressed the first article off of google and started to read outloud.

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Androphobia: An abnormal and persistent fear of men. Sufferers experience anxiety even though they may realize they face no real threat.

What causes Androphobia?   The exact cause of androphobia is not well understood. But experts say that some possibilities include: past negative experiences with men, such as rape, physical assault, mental or physical abuse, neglect, or sexual harassment.

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Reading those words made my heart sink to my stomach.

"Y/N.. Why do you have Androphobia..." I asked hoping I wouldn't get the answer that I was thinking of. For some reason I started to hold my breath. I was scared of her answer. I was scared for her.

She stopped picking at the door's handle surprised by my question, "I ALLreadY toLD You. Because OOf mY UnCLE."

"What.. What did he do to you?" I stammered not knowing whether I wanted to hear the answer to my question.

"WELL, WheN I was VERYYY veryyy VERyyyyyy SmoLL, My uNCle wouLD KId sit Meh wheN EVer my ParENts went to WOrk when IT was VERRRRYY Dark." she closed the spaces between her fingers and squinted her eyes to emphasis how "smoll" she was.

Her parents must have worked a lot of night and day shifts judging by how successful they've become in the medical field. Everyone knows them because of their phenomenal research, and people are itching to talk to them. No wonder my father can't stop talking about them for hours and hours on end.

"AND then One DAY. He stARted toucHIng me WeiRd. And befoRE I KNew it, he WAs touCHinG me mORe and MorE. UNTIL......." she cut off her sentence with a sigh.

"Until? Until what? Y/N?"

My heart was throbbing and a knot had slowly made its way into my throat. She had fallen asleep mid sentence and I don't blame her for it. She must have been exhausted after all the school, studying, and mindless shopping. I didn't want her to finish that story either, I knew exactly how it ended and I didn't want to hear it. It would force too many emotions into my eyes and probably put a weight on my soul that I wouldn't have been able to carry.

I got out of the car and carried her feather like weight in my arms as she curled her head into my arm in attempt to hide from the blinding light of the building. Her hot breath was dancing all over my skin as I walked down the lonely hallway.

Aish.. Y/N.. You're not helping...

Even though she reeked of alcohol, I could still smell the memories of us in the mall picking out perfumes together. She has gone through too much to be treated the way I treat her. I'm ashamed of myself.

I opened the door to our dorm and started walking towards her room with thoughts of her uncle filling my head. I stopped before her door upon remembering her foot drawing a line on the carpet floor.

This is no good...

I turned around almost hitting her head against the wall before entering my room.

I'll just let her sleep in my bedroom for tonight.. I mean, she never made any rule against that? Right?

As I laid her lifeless body down on my bed, the warmth she created on my body was slowly diminishing. She finally let go of my neck allowing me to step away and take a breath.

How can she do this? She wasn't supposed to get drunk and leave herself so vulnerable like this. She could have won the game if she just threw the right questions at me, but then again, me being drunk next to her would not be a good outcome for her...

I sat down in the chair next to my bed still letting my eyes outline every part of her body. There was something off about today, something was missing and I can't remember what. There's something Y/N didn't do today, but I can't put my finger on it.

With a sigh, I grabbed the bags and led myself to the couch in the living room after covering her with my heavy blankets. I know for a fact I won't be able to sleep after this eventful night, but it's worth a shot. Questions still rambled my mind as I grabbed a pillow to hold to my chest and hate was still filling my heart for her uncle, but who am I to talk?

Plan A won't work. So Plan B it is.

Time skip~

Y/N POV:

My brain was awake, but my eyes were not. I was under something heavy and extremely warm and cozy, but my brain couldn't actually comprehend the situation. All I could feel was a pounding in my head like someone took a hammer and started trying to knock a nail in both sides of my brain. The feeling made me shut my eyes closed tight even more. But all too soon, the bright light from the window pleaded for me to open my eyes.

I looked up to the ceiling with a blank mind.

Oh yea, I'm in South Korea.

It wasn't long before my nostrils started to come to their senses. The sweet masculine scent of Taehyung lingered in the pillow next to me.

"Wait a second..." My eyes widened seeing the pillow I was sleeping on also smelled like Taehyung. I gasped at the different scene while my brain finally allowed me to understand that I was in...

"TAEHYUNG'S ROOM?!" I jumped up out of shock and landed on the floor with a thud.

"Oww.."

I looked down to find myself not wearing the purple lingerie.

Okay, that's good... wait. Is that good?

Either ways I still had my clothes on from yesterday which was a good sign. And Taehyung was nowhere to be found. Which is odd. I could imagine him walking in with a prideful, dirty comment that would leave my innocent brain impaired.

"Good morning sleeping beauty."

Right on cue and just as I thoug- wait what.

I was shocked and confused at the sight of him standing at the door with a glass of water, still in his clothes from yesterday. I'm not sure if it was my hazy vision, but I'm pretty sure I see dark bags under those sleepy eyes.. I guess he didn't sleep much last night.

Last night... What even happened last night? Why can't I remember?

Taehyung must have seen my confused expression as I sat there on the floor deep in thought, cautiously watching his every move.

"Y/N, we were at the bar yesterday. You lost the game and got drunk in the process." he blankly answered all my questions like he was reading my mind.

Oh, great. Y/N mentally neck yourself right now.

He sat down in front of me at a distance nonchalantly placing the cup on the ground. He had an intense look in his eyes as he studied my eyes in attempt to perform telepathy. In response, I scooted away from his direction hitting my head on the bedside table reminding me once again that I was extremely hungover.

He gave a sigh, "Easy kitty, water.." pushing the cup towards my direction like I was some dangerous animal out of her cage.

First sleeping beauty, now kitty? What.

Now the only thing acting as a barrier between me and Taehyung was an ice cold cup of water. With exactly five ice cubes. A lemon slice. And a yellow tinted straw that was begging me to put my lips on it.

Suspicious..

"Did you spit in it?" I asked squinting my eyes back at him.

He snorted and stood up, "Y/N, how old do you think I am?"

"Eight," I stated with confidence.

He rolled his eyes before grabbing his shower towel off of the hanger and walking out.

I heard the rumbling sound of the bathtub start working before he walked back in.

"I invited Jin over to make you hangover stew, he'll be here soon. In the meantime, go take a bath."

There was authority in his voice that made me put my head down submissively. No matter how much I hated the idea of having ANOTHER boy over. What could I do? It's not like a bath is bad for me. Neither is hangover stew. Grabbing the cup of water, I lazily got up and walked into the bathroom where I was greeted by the sweet scent of berries and bubbles filling up the tub.

I closed the door and locked it before stripping and getting inside the bathtub.

I wonder what I looked like drunk. Oh god, did I try to dance? Or sing? Or am I the type to just lazily sit there and watch the world spiral out of control. I don't know if I should ask Taehyung, but I'm actually really curious.

And how the hell did I even get in his room. IN HIS BED. Not mine..

There were so many questions flying through my head, before an unfamiliar ring notified the boring atmosphere.

Taehyung's phone screen lit up from the table.

Don't be nosy. Don't be nosy. Don't be nosy. 

I grabbed the phone in attempt to satisfy my curiosity to find a message from his dad. But, what does it say? To my disappointment the phone was locked with a four digit password.

Suddenly a knock disturbed the calm atmosphere I had gotten used to. I flinched to check if the door was locked, but to my dismay the phone had slipped out of my moist hands and plopped into the steaming hot bathtub.

Crap.

My hands dove in faster than I could comprehend and started fishing for the now amphibious phone.

"Y/N, Jin is almost finished and do you know where my phone is?" Taehyung's voice rang from the other side of the door as I lifted the soaking wet phone.

Well, shit. 

This chapter is dedicated to: stob_it_taehyung 

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