Taehyung grabbed his keys off of his nightstand, the old lamp flickering as his hand made contact with it. He stretched, throwing his legs over the duvet that he'd previously been comfortably tucked under, letting out a sigh. His mind was plagued with a swarm of emotions; worry, fear, and curiosity. Plus, he really wanted to go back to bed.

"This better be worth it," he huffed, sliding on a pair of baggy sweat pants and a tight fitting white tee, since he'd decided he shouldn't go save a strangers ass in boxer briefs at one in the morning. He pondered on whether or not he should fret over the stain on the front of the tee, or if he should fix his hair before meeting what Jimin called a possible sex god. What did that even mean? First impressions count, but if he is going to drive to a bar this early and the stranger winds up being a crusty dusty old man, he decided that this first impression didn't matter. He wasn't the one trying to be the sex god, after all.

After adjusting himself quickly and sliding on a pair of worn out shoes, he pushed his way out of his apartment and out to his car, his eyes trying to adjust to the harsh light of the street lamps that dimly lit the streets.

He sat in the front seat and stuck the key in the ignition, watching the car hum to life before his very eyes. The smooth interior lit up in a pale light from the stereo, which Taehyung took no time at all to turn up, trying to stay awake on his journey to the bar.

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After driving around for what seemed like an eternity, Taehyung had arrived in front of a colorfully lit bar, the music inside pulsing like the beat of his heart. Now to look for his stranger...
He searched around the outside of the bar, looking in every crevice and bush before slumping down on a bench.
"He must be inside..." he murmured. He pulled out his phone, opening the text messages from the stranger.
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if I die this is my murderer

taehyung: come outside at
the bench out front, your
chariot has arrived.

If I die this is my murderer:
ium in thre bathfbroom
If I die this is my murderer:
yoongui inm scarefrd
If I die this is my murderer:
thwe guy wonyt leabr me alobe

taehyung: don't worry, I'm on my way
taehyung: stay put. I'll knock three
times on your stall door so
you know it's me, okay?

If I die this is my murderer:
okawy thx
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Taehyung pushed the front doors of the bar open, greeted with loud music and the stench of sweaty bodies and alcohol. He mentally cringed, making a beeline to the men's bathroom, which he assumed was the bathroom of said strangers choice.

Once he'd pushed the door open, he was greeted with dark walls, dimly lit overhead mirrors, urinals, and two stalls in the back; one was shut tight with a tall man representing the size of a toothpick pounding on the door.
"Let me in!" The man boomed, kicking the door.
He grabbed the man's shoulder, yanking him to the side. Where'd this sudden rush of adrenaline come from? "Move aside, bitch. Leave him alone, or I'll make you."
"Humor me." The man snarled, lunging at Taehyung's neck. He threw his hands up, and instead of the man grabbing his neck, he grabbed Taehyung's wrists. He held the man's hands and slammed him against the wall, taking his heeled shoes and kicking him straight in the package. He dived at his face, laying a few punches on the man before letting him fall to the floor writhing in agony, clutching his face...and his package.

He knocked on the door three times, tapping his foot gently. "You can come out now...I'm here to take you home."

"You don't sound like Yoongi," the man inside slurred, his voice wavering.

"Yeah, I'm not, but I'm here to take you home..." He hummed softly, "I'll help you back to Yoongi, soon."

"O-okay..." The man trailed off, the click of the lock being unlocked bouncing off the empty bathroom's walls as he opened the door painfully slowly. Out stumbled a young man in what Taehyung assumed was his mid twenties, definitely a little older than him, with disheveled hair and a trembling frame. He stumbled a little, causing him to swoop to catch the boy.

"What's your name?" He asked the older softly.

"H-Hoseok," He shivered in Taehyung's arms. He slid off his jacket and draped it on the older's shoulders before helping him out of the bathroom and into his car. While he didn't look like a sex god now, he had to admit, he was pretty attractive—he hoped that in the morning he'd be able to talk to him on why he was at the bar without this 'Yoongi' in the first place.

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Getting him out of the car proved to be a struggle, the boy half falling asleep in his arms as he carried him up to his apartment. He tucked him into his bed, grabbing some aspirin to place on the side table with a glass of water for when the older awoke the next morning. He was even nice enough to put his phone on charge, in case 'Yoongi' called him.

Grabbing the spare blanket, he cuddled up on the old couch in the corner of his living room, his eyes fluttering shut. He tossed and turned for the rest of the night, the next morning's events lingering in his mind.