Taehyung was shitfaced.

Well not shitfaced exactly, but maybe he was a bit tipsy.

Okay, maybe he was tipsy by a lot.

Fact of the matter is, he was currently taking the sleek stairs up to his penthouse, not the elevator because he felt quite near throwing up and any jostling movement would have him spilling his inside contents.

His penthouse was also situated in the same apartment building his current infatuation lived in, and he really felt like paying her a visit.

Fuck a boyfriend, he knew how to keep a secret.

He pauses, realises what he just thought and stares ahead dumb founded.

What the fuck was wrong with him?

In his sulking state, he doesn't notice another tenant on their way down and clumsily trips and falls into their way.

His caught with an oomph, but barely as the tenant falls flat on her ass under his heavy weight.

Taehyung blinks his eyes open and down into the startled ones of Kamazia, blinking up at him with dumbfounded shock.

She looked so cute all pouty with widening eyes.

He sighs and sags against her, her fumbling hands clutching onto his back as he fell right between her legs and in her attempt to catch him, cornered him again her soft bust.

"Uhm, Ahh Mister Kim?"
She asks nervously, nibbling on her bottom lip as she was slightly trapped by the large man, unable to get up.

He grumbles slightly; face pressed to her chest as he inhales sleepily.

"Are you drunk?"
She asks him, and Taehyung can just barely comprehend what she's asking of him.

"No?"
He asks through a deep timber, his voice slurred as he finally pushes himself up on his elbows, now being able to see her pretty face much clearer as he leans over her in a flushed state.

He sees immediately just when she realises their close approximaty, her cheeks a light dusting of pink atop her brown skin, fringe falling into her eyes as she quickly looks down.

"Uhm, would you mind then-"
She asks nervously, clutching the back of his jacket closer without realising she's doing it, before she abruptly lets him go and pulls her hands to her chest.

Taehyung snaps out of whatever haze he's just been in, and pulls himself up by the walls surrounding them, before looking down at her again, still seated on her ass in a wildly flustered state.

Two close meetings flesh against flesh in one day?

Life is wonderful.

"Need a hand?"
He asks, gesturing with an open palm towards her.

Cheeks still a flushed colour, she lets herself be helped by him and she's up righted to her feet, immediately stepping away as if being close to him again would break any resolve left.

It probably would.

"I'm sorry, for whatever that was, but thank you for, well, trying to catch me?"
Taehyung mumbles, a little bit flustered himself and his eyes scan over her form to check if he might've caused an injury anywhere.

He didn't thankfully, but he definitely does take into account how snuggly her gym wear accentuates her curves, even if he couldn't glimpse a single opening of skin.

"Sure."
Her answer is short and mumbled quickly, and she doesn't stay to linger in the red-hot tension that grows between them, rather pushing past him in a haste to get away.

Before she does, she has one last question.

She asks him this as she turns around to catch him in the act of staring at her ass, warming her in all the wrong places, and he definitely doesn't bother hiding it either, lifting his gaze as slow as was possible before settling it on her parted lips.

"Yes?"

She swallows before being able to speak, folding her arms in front of her chest as if it would offer any protection against his scalding gaze.

It didn't.

"Do you live here, Mr Kim?"

A small laugh settles on his lips and he shakes his head thoughtfully.

"Sometimes, although I think I should start making this a permanent residence if all their tenants are this kind and...
He makes eye contact with her directly, his eyes way to intense.

Helpful."
He rasps in a way that says the exact opposite, and with heated cheeks, Kamazia flees.

Fucking men.

Fucking Kim Taehyung.

Fucking royalplayer_tae.

The last one definitely had a nice thigh clenching remedy to it.

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I'm in the gym.

I'm lifting weights whiles squatting in a mirror. Unbelievable I know, but the apartment complex had all these luxuries and who was I to say no to getting a little toned. (I'm lying, I've never squatted while lifting weights before and there's this suspicious burning in my quads, but it was either this or run the treadmill while replaying what happened but an hour ago over and over in my head).

How close I was to having his crotch pressed to mine, his face but a breath away from my cladded tits, his intense brown gaze burning me alive. I was so close to... and I'm thinking of it again.

At least my ass looks and feels fantastic in these gym wear tights.

One last squat and I sprawl to the ground in a muddled mess of pain.

"Hii, Kamazia or Zia for shorts, is that you?" a soft gentle voice forces me to open my eyes with a grunt, and I'm startled half to death when I blink my eyes open to the barista that frequently helps me at Strawberryaaa cafe.

"Oh hi?!" I whisper scream, quickly up righting myself with a soft whimper.

"You gym, here?" I ask confusedly, seeing as it was a private setting only available to tenants of the apartment complex.

And then it hits.

"I live here actually." she chuckles amusedly down at me.

"Need a hand maybe, Kamazia- Zia for shorts?" another giggle, and if she didn't sound so cute while laughing at my distress, I would've loved to chew her out by now.

It is also the second time hearing that offer in just two hours, and maybe it was starting to grate on my fried nerves.

Later...

Amorey, the name of my loyal barista at Strawberryaaa cafe and also, as recently discovered, my downstairs neighbour. Small and funnily incompetent time schedules will keep you from realising how the only friend you've made this far in this humongous city lives but a floor down from you.

"And you moved here just six months ago?" I ask flabbergasted, meaning that she's been here but three months longer than me.

"Yeah, crazy shit for real." She giggles, something I'm discovering she loves doing, and I'd bet she'd have giggles for days.

Oh, to be as joyful as that in these dark trenches of reality of nowadays.

"It's my aubella really, shit went down at the dorm complex I previously lived, and she forced my abaulito to place me in an apartment here."

"Oh, so you're still in school?" I cock my head curiously.

She nods while sipping generously on her boba tea, licking her bottom lip for any excess liquid spilled and my eyes can't help but follow, until she catches me at least and I look away hastily.

"Yeah, I'm studying law and between my busy schedule of classes and morning shifts at the cafe, I don't get much chance to well, go outside my apartment. Its work then home, mostly."

"Well, I'm glad I caught you in your busy schedule then at least, and hey, now that we officially know where each other live, no more judging when I want hot chocolate in hot weather, alright?" I ask cheerfully and another cute laugh bubbles out of her before she clinks her cup of boba against mine.

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AHHHH.

Hi, again.

SO... little miss sunshine met her very own miss giggles.

And, just fyi, little miss giggles might just become just as important on the road to the end.