#u knoow when u suddenly cant write.. i just need to write and write and find my style back again

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drunk on school trip AU ∞ taehyung

Taehyung hadn't been very sober when he walked in the room. 

As he (barely) recalled, and his brain was really fuzzy with the booming music from the club still ringing in his ears and alcohol whooshing in his veins in a away that made his head spin and everything in it fuzzy and a little skewered, he’d clumsily swiped his room keycard somewhere on the front of the door, and somehow it slid into its holder, the door had clicked and the ditzy brunnete had stumbled into the dimly lit room. There were two beds, the shared nightstand, the window wall that overlooked brilliantly sparkly nightscape that was currently obscured with heavy cream coloured curtains, its darker tassels hanging loosely at the ends and it all looked the same, just that they were all in the opposite way, like  a mirror image of his original room. The beds were on his right rather than left, and the TV set had been facing the other way as well. 

But then again it might just be the alcohol buzzing in his veins. Either way, Taehyung didn't really truly give two shits. Or one, for that matter. He just wanted to lay his head on the soft, downy and inviting pillow and sleep everything off so he can quickly wake up and suffer through a bad hangover and a self-lecture of how last night was such a bad idea and then do it all over again the next week. He debates doing something, but then blinks and forgets what and settles for yanking his pants off and dropping into bed.

The blanket underneath him curls, then, shrieks in surprise and Taehyung pulls back as hurriedly as his sluggish system allowed, more out of an instinctual reaction than surprise. He sees the dark lump of fabric shift before a crown of darker hair pokes out at the end, the confused and annoyed frown on your face and—

“Who are you?” 

The stranger beats you to the question, and even in the midst of sirens going off in your brain in panic it’s hard to miss the deep, almost dark timbre of his voice, velvety notes of his tone that made him sound alluring. He spoke lowly, slowly, almost slurred as if he was a little drunk or maybe it was just a burglar tactic to get you distracted, although burglars probably don’t come in unmasked and have pretty (albeit almost glassy) eyes and lashes to go with or ask questions like—

“Is that... Bulbasaur?” he squints in the darkness, scrambling closer south to get a better look. 

Belatedly, his question makes you realise your state of dress, or lack thereof. You had planned for an early night (much to Jennie’s disappointment) and you were most comfortable going to bed with minimal clothes, and being roommates even back at the dorm, Jennie was used to it. Sleeping in your undies was nothing to be embarrassed of. Even if it was Pokemon-themed. 

You weren't so sure now. 

“Oh. It is...Bulbasaur, I like Eevee though. Eevee’s- Eevee’s my favourite,” he stumbles through his words, frowning and head almost lolling to one side as he squints at the little cartoon characters printed on your panties. For someone who is drunk, this stranger was quite perceptive about the randomest of things. and with quickly building horror you watch as the stranger lifts a finger and reaches right for your -

THWACK. 

He drops like a dead fly and you stare at the remote control in your hand. Pure dread crawls through your skin, fear swirling and rising like bile in your throat. You considered googling “How to get away with murder”, panicking even more because it sounded like a questionable thing to be in your search history if the police ever get involved and settled on grabbing your phone instead.

[2:33AM] You: namjoon 

[2:33AM] You: NAMJOON 

[2:34AM] joonie: yea

[2:34AM] You: is there a law thign where u can hit ppl inself-defence 

[2:35AM] joonie: what 

[2:35AM] joonie: ?? are you okay? did you kill someone

The text stares at you hauntingly. Do you admit to it? Maybe texting wasn't the best option because screenshots were a thing and now you could've just secured yourself some evidence that could very well land you in jail for 30 years. The sound of something soft draws your attention away from your phone momentarily and discreetly, you detect a small, rough sound that seemed to repeat like- 

[2:37AM] joonie: _________ what the hell happened

[2:38AM] You: nvm hes snoring ??!

[2:38AM] joonie: what? who??

[2:39AM] You: he was drunk n came into my room and i panicked ok and hit his head w the tv control 

[2:40AM] joonie: what the fck ‘

[2:40AM] joonie: a stranger came into ur room?

[2:41AM] You: idk maybe 1 of us but theres so many grps on the trip so i dunno

[2:41AM] You: probably i guess

Lip tucked under your teeth, you hastily snap a quick picture of the boy who’s out like a light at your legs. 

[2:41AM] You: Sent Image_3245.jpg

[2:42AM] joonie: jesus. tae

[2:42AM] You: tae??

[2:43AM] joonie: How did he even end up in ur room our rooms are

[2:44AM] joonie: literally 8 floors apart

[2:44AM] joonie: hang on im going up and getting him 

[2:45AM] You: ur roommate sounds like an idiot

[2:45AM] joonie: i agree

:::::

You see Tae again two weeks after the incident, in the midst of wandering through the Applied Sciences department building in search of that new convenience store that was rumoured to sell mini tubs of Ben & Jerry's. Wednesdays were always unfortunate and you figured you needed some sort of pick-me-up considering you were done with tutorials at four but had the last lecture of the day slotted at all the way at seven. Your friends were kind enough to stay with you for a little bit more than an hour, but as much as you loved them and their company, you didn't want to hold them back. 

It happens when you pass by a pair of boys, seemingly lost in their own chatter and bubbles of chuckles. Wholly unbothered by them or anyone else, you hurry past them, your only mission being to head for the new store at the end of the block but a hand at your shoulder makes you whirl around, and suddenly you’re staring at two boys who are staring right back. The one in a sweatshirt with a cute doodle of the sun looks towards his friend, a little confused and slightly uncomfortable being in the middle of sudden, awkward encounter. You mirror his actions, turning to look at the taller boy, a little perplexed until -

“Miss Pokemon panties?” 

“Wh-,” you feel heat streaking across your cheeks, hands shooting forward to clap a hand over his mouth before anything else. Your mind reels back to the series of events on that night, the pretty... drunk stranger stumbling in your room that turned out to be Namjoon’s friend- 

“Tae?” 

Oh?

Tae makes a muffled sound of pleasant surprise against your palm, which you quickly retract.

“I’ll just? Excuse myself then,” your gaze slides over to the other boy, who quietly tries to make his leave. You’re about to stop him when Tae bids him just about the loudest goodbye that seemed to echo through the hallways, and suddenly it’s just the two of you alone. 

“Sorry,” he blurts before you have the chance to say anything. “For that night.” 

“I was about to apologise for knocking you with the remote first,” you say. 

The grin he flashes you is boxy, endearingly so that you can't help but smile back. 

“I’m Taehyung, by the way. Tae for short, which I guess you already knew from Namjoon,” he sticks out his hand for you to accept, giving yours a light squeeze when you accept.

“_________.”

“I’d much rather call you Miss Pok-”

“Don’t,” you purse your lips in a tight-lipped smile that doesn't quite reach your eyes that are oddly hard, the promise of murder behind them if he so much so dared mentioned that ever again. Taehyung pales a little, silence hanging static in the air before he doubles over, and then backwards in laughter. 

“I’m kidding. Are you on your way to a lecture?” 

“Kinda. It doesn't start until 7,” you say, a hint of sulkiness in your tone that Taehyung doesn’t miss. “I’m looking for that newly opened shop at this block,” you trail off hopefully in case he knew anything about it. 

“Oh! Yes, it’s that way,” he gestures and is already walking towards his own directions, prompting you to follow.  

Quickly, you try stopping him and convince him with an it’s fine, you should just go back with your friend, but Taehyung just holds up a finger as if he’s going to have none of that.

“I think I’d rather much hang out with you instead of going to Mr Lee’s lecture,” he replies with all the nonchalance in the world. 

“You’re going to skip lecture? Look, I appreciate your help, but I can find the ice cream on my own, you can’t miss your lectur-” 

“Ice cream?” his ears prick up at the word, eyes rounding and grin spreading in glee. “You really just convinced me to stay instead of going. Unless. I’m bothering you...?”’ he’s already stopping, ready to leave at your word. 

“No, no, just-,” you splutter. “Are you sure?”

He flashes you that boxy grin, roguish and covertly cheeky and tinged with the promise of mischief that abruptly made you shy away but drawing you in all the same.

“As it is, I would very much like to spend the Eevee-ning together with you.”