I've just found myselfe a little Kitten, and i Won't stop untill I've trapped him. All i want to do is break him. shatter him into pieces. and then arrange those pieces to fit my own. I dont care if they dont fit- I'll fucking make them!
i will gla...
I ended up drinking two more margaritas, and Jiminie pabo had the bright idea to take more tequila shots.
I'm drunk.
My world spins as I stumble up the stairs, a giggling Jimin on my heels. We're both on all fours, our hands planted on the dirty wooden floors so we don't fall.
Tae: "Bitch, why did you make me drink this much?" I ask, giggling harder when I almost topple sideways.
Jimin : "I felt it was appro-ahh-appropriate while we're inveshtigating a stalker ,"
He stutters, his voice wobbly and filled with giggles.
I snort in response, my vision still playing tilt-a-whirl with my head.
I walk him to the guest bedroom and help him get to bed. I'm not much help, considering I nearly send us both crashing to the ground a time or two when I try to help him get his jeans off.
Jimin: "How are you going to get yours off?"
Jiminie asks, staring at my jeans.
Tae: "I'm sure the stalker will help me," I retort.
He widens his eyes comically.
Jimin: "If he puts his peen in you, record it. I want to watch it later."
Right now, the prospect of fucking my stalker seems hilarious. We'll both regret it later, I'm sure. If we even remember.
We giggle like schoolgirls, his laughter following me out of the room. I lean heavily against the wall as I stumble my way to the bedroom.
I don't even bother trying to take my jeans off. I just plop on the bed, on top of the covers and everything, and I'm out seconds later. . . .
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Taehyung pov:
A brush of skin across my cheek wakes me. I groan, my world still spinning as I open my crusted eyes and see my stalker standing by my bed, brushing the hair from my face.
"Oh, great," I grumble.
Jk : "Tae baby, my petal, my sunshine, are you drunk babyboy?"
He asks.
Tae: "Way to ask the obvious," I mumble, slurping up some drool that's leaking out of my mouth.
I'm still too drunk to be embarrassed. Shakily, I sit up and stare around the room. The lights are still on-I guess I forgot to turn them off-and it feels wrong to see my stalker in anything but the darkness.
It makes him more real, and don't like it.
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"Turn the light off," i demand, refusing to meet his eyes. much prefer when I can only see shadows of his face.
He turns and does what I say. I'm so surprised that he listened that I almost snap out another demand when the light clicks off, just to see what he'll do.
