Taehyung flutters his eyes open and closes them again. His head is killing him. He groans and turns on his stomach, hides his face in his pillow.He tries to fall asleep again, but his head is thumping. He needs coffee and a paracetamol.

Taehyung opens his eyes again and whines. He feels like shit. He shouldn't have been drinking like a madman the night before. He sits up and ruffles his hair with a yawn. He looks at the clock. It's only eight on a Saturday morning. He didn't sleep enough. He groans.

Taehyung's best friend and roommate Hobi is already in the kitchen, eating pancakes and watching something on his phone. He looks up at Taehyung and smiles sheepishly. "Good morning, sunshine. I can't believe that you are already awake."

Taehyung hums and goes straight to the coffee machine, switches it on. He turns around and leans against the counter, watches his friend. "Why did I drink so much? Why did you let me drink that much?"

"I don't know, Tae. Why did you drink so much?" Hobi puts his phone away and looks up at him. "And why did you make out with a stranger at the bar? Why did you keep talking about him the rest of the night? So many questions."

"Huh? What? Stop joking around." Taehyung scoffs and turns to fill his cup. But then it suddenly hits him. Hobi is not joking. He is telling the truth. "Fuck!"

"Ah, so you do remember after all, huh?"

"Not really." Taehyung hisses as his headache is getting stronger. He does remember kissing someone. But he can't remember the details. "It's weird."

"What exactly?"

"I remember making out with someone. But I don't remember who it was and how that guy looked like. I don't remember how we started kissing. Nothing." Taehyung takes his cup and joins Hobi at the table. "But I remember how it made me feel."

"What?"

Taehyung can't help but smile. It is like he can still feel the faint touch of that stranger's lips on his. "The kiss has made me feel special, alive. It was unbelievable. A kiss people write poems about-"

"You little shit." Hobi silences Taehyung with a flick on his forehead. "Are you serious right now?"

"Yah! That hurt," Taehyung whines and rubs his forehead. "What was that for? I am suffering from a hangover. Don't do that."

"May I remind you that you have a boyfriend of seven months? What are you talking about right now, huh?"

"Relax." Taehyung takes a sip of his hot coffee- almost burning his tongue. "Shit."

"Tae, you were making out like two horny teenagers. That guy lifted you on the table next to the jukebox and pushed his tongue down your throat. And you were eagerly kissing him back as if you are fucking single-"

"Was he hot?"

Hobi scoffs and points a finger at Taehyung. "Do you want me to slap you? Is that really important right now how that guy looked like? Who cares?"

"I am just curious. I don't remember. No need to threaten me with violence," Taehyung mumbles with a pout. Hobi is right though. He shouldn't care about some stranger. He should rather feel guilty. But the kiss was something else. Taehyung has never felt something like that before.

"Curious my ass." Hobi shakes his head and takes a sip of his tea. "He was good looking- probably your type, yes. Muscular, tattoos. Short, dark hair, earrings, big eyes, sharp jawline-"

"What the hell?" Taehyung bites his bottom lip. This is just his luck. "He sounds like a dream. Fuck- why can't I remember that hot-"

"Yah!" Hobi reaches out and flicks Taehyung's forehead once again. "Are you serious right now? You don't even sound remorseful. You have a boyfriend and you cheated on him-"

"Hobi, come on. You are overreacting. I didn't cheat. I mean- I was drunk. It happens. What are you even talking about? I didn't kiss that guy on purpose, alright? Things happen when you are drunk. Everything is alright. Stop making a fuss about it."

"You must still be drunk, because my best friend Taehyung wouldn't talk like that. Let's just drop the topic-"

"But I am so curious and I can't remember shit." Taehyung leans in and stares at his friend with a smile. "That hot guy- did he really manhandle me like-"

"Stop talking about him! I told you enough. Forget it, and if you remember it, then feel bad about it. Don't ask any more questions." Hobi leans back in his chair. "And by the way, he looked like trouble. Big trouble."

"I think he sounds very interesting." Taehyung smiles, runs a hand through his bed hair. "A bad boy with tattoos, knowing what he is doing with his lips and tongue. It's a pity that I can't remember how he looked like."

"Okay, who are you? Bring me my Taehyung back. What's wrong? I thought you and Minho are happy."

"We are. I was drunk, and I don't know why I made out with that guy. Probably because he's hot. And he made me feel so much. Minho never makes me feel like that. It was magical."

Hobi sighs. He stands up and puts his cup in the sink. "These feelings you have- it's probably the thrill of kissing a stranger. You would have probably felt the same with another dude, as well."

"Maybe," Taehyung says, though he doesn't really believe that. It felt too different. Too special. "Whatever. Let's forget about it. I won't see that guy ever again and- it's just a drunken mistake. No one has gotten hurt, so there's nothing to worry about."

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