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—TAEHYUNG'S POV—

Lilo storms out of the room in tears, it doesn't take long to hear the front door open and slam shut in the distance.

My hand lifts and scrunches in front of my face as a tear leaks from my eye, wondering how we both screwed things up so bad. I said she wouldn't like the next Taehyung she sees, but I didn't expect things to escalate this far.

I almost hurt her... Lilo's never met my dad, yet she now sees him when she looks at me... What have I done?

My arm lifts to smear my tears. I comb a hand through my hair and pull from the sudden throbbing headache that weighs on my head, trying to recall everything that happened tonight but nothing comes to mind. I don't even remember sleeping with Mulan.

With a wet sniff and hand on my temple, I sit on the empty spot of my bed, trying to get my head together. My eyes wander Mulan's sleepy form. It makes me sick to my stomach to know I somehow found attraction in the girl responsible for putting so many monsters into my head. She's been tormenting Lilo ever since she got here, and I rewarded her by giving her exactly what she wanted.

Whenever we had sex, it always ended with cuts and blood... but her body looks completely clean this time, with the exception of a bright red hickey that stains her neck. When did I leave that there? Was I really that drunk?

I avert my gaze to the floor where a pile of Mulan's clothes lie. Weaving my eyebrows, I pick up the black lacy top, rubbing my thumb over the familiar material and trying my best to recall everything that happened tonight.

—FLASHBACK—

I turn off the shower and bend low to ruffle a towel over my hair. The black dye I had styled was now stripped and replaced with my natural brunette locks. Standing up straight and staring into the mirror, I'm forced to exchange glares with the man in the reflection, whose damp and overgrown bangs droop over his eyes that look to be washed of all color.

It's been a week since I've spoken to her and I didn't know how to handle it. But I don't regret what I did. We were never officially together, though it still felt that way to me, at least I think it did. I've never had a real relationship. I brought Lilo to KimTech because I thought she could get to know a side of me that others didn't, she would be able to see the cold grounds in which I came from... It took a lot for me to do that. Part of me wishes I hadn't now.

Maybe this is all my fault. I should have let her just do her job. I shouldn't have gotten attached to my waitress.

A pair of jeans ride up my legs before I secure them with a belt and stretch the hem of my white t-shirt. Just as I'm about to roll it over my head, the door knocks.

My eyebrows furrow, pausing for a minute until it knocks again. There's only one person who knows I live here, but it couldn't be her. Slowly, I approach the front door while the knocks continue impatiently, rolling the t-shirt over my torso. When I answer I stare idly at the unwanted guest. I should've known she'd find me sooner or later.

With the blankest face imaginable, I close the door in her face, but she catches it with her foot.

"What?" I groan.

"Thought you'd be lonely, what with this enormous house. Perhaps—"

"No." I push the door and her foot catches it again, making me roll my eyes. She then holds up an expensive bottle of wine from behind her back. It's large and wrapped with a thick red silk ribbon. "I bought us a drink."

I continue to stare blankly, snatching the wine from her hands and abandoning her at the door once I walk inside. Since Lilo's been gone I've been drinking more, enjoying my own tipsy company despite Jungkook's clubbing invitations and Jimin calls.

Mulan follows me in and shuts the door behind her. She then strolls around the lounge chin-high while I enter the kitchen area.

"I see Lilo's not here."

I unwrap the bottle lid and pop it open without looking up, "I fired her."

"Oh? Why?" I can hear her holding back amusement in her tone. My focus remains low as I take a wine glass from the cabinet, set it down on the marble countertop and pour the beverage.

"Don't play stupid, I know you stirred this whole thing up."

"Did I have a choice? She wouldn't have told you. If it wasn't for me you'd still be caught up in a lie."

"Well she's gone now so you got what you wanted. You can leave."

"Harsh. You can't just take my drink and kick me out you know." She sits on the stool on the other side of the kitchen counter, then takes a wine glass from the cabinet and positions it in front of me.

Her eyes stare at me as she waits casually. I give her a long, silent look before eventually filling her glass too. We both throw the bottoms up and gulp the rich beverage that swims with our cups.

I'm not stupid, I know why she bought me this wine. It's thick and red, resembling something that symbolized our history. She was what got me into drinking in the first place. We would get drunk together since we were trying to drown the same sorrow. This reminds me of those times.

I swallow and hiss when my empty glass hits the countertop. She stares into my eyes, analyzing every speck of hurt in them. She then leans over and pours some more wine into our cups, mine first. I don't take my eyes off her, bringing the cup to my lips and drinking again.

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I can barely feel my face... Everything feels so warm, numb and tingly. Although somehow my thumb flows with enough strength to scroll through my phone and dial a number as if it had a mind of its own. I hold the device to my ear upside down and let the rings put me in a trance.

"Hello? Tae? I've been calli—"

The voice is so misty I couldn't tell who it belonged to, all I know is it was a voice that calmed me. And there's only one person that lingers in my mind right now that had that effect on me.

"Youfff... ugh... yoUu have no idea how much I..."

Miss you.

How much I miss you.

Mulan slowly travels around the end of the sectional couch, not shifting her focus from me and furrowing her eyebrows with bulged eyes.

"Taehyung, are you drunk? Where are you?"

"Who is that?" Mulan asks, not at all amused. I chuckle deeply with my head flung back and leg up as I turn to her and grin.

"Ohh wouldn't yoU like to kn—"

The phone is snatched out of my hand as my words slur into gibberish. Instead of retrieving it I just let my arm and head drop, watching the ceiling spin above me.

"Who were you talking to?" Mulan scrolls through my phone.

"Um... I think... My mom? I haven't... *chuckle* spoken to her in- ages... I miss her..."

She pauses and exhales heavily, placing the phone in her back pocket. "You're too wasted, it's time for bed."

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My bare footsteps stumble sluggishly while Mulan slings my arm over her shoulder and guides me to my room. As soon as we do I release my weight onto the satin sheets that cloak my mattress. The soft material feels cooling on my body that is burning with heat. Mulan squats beside the bed and analyses my sweaty tanned face, holding my face and stroking it softly as I run a hand down my ruffled bangs. Her palm feels like an ice pack compared to my flushed cheek. "Taehyung..."

I slowly raise my hand and lay it on top of hers, staring at her with tired, squinted eyes. My lips smack together about to speak, my eyes narrow down her lips, "...Why did you come back?"

She smiles faintly and tilts her head. Her hand runs down to my neck and finger tips trance my collarbone. "Three years we've been apart... Three years of carrying my burdens alone. I miss what we used to be..."

I watch her with heavy eyelids, memories of our past vaguely shuffle in my drunken mind. My eyes scroll up to meet hers, then fall to her lips again. I unconsciously moisten mine as she slowly leans in. The intense aroma of perfume lingering on her neck fills my airways. She smells of bitter lavender, always has.

Before her lips can get close enough, I grab her wrist and hold her back.

She raises her eyebrows in surprise and we exchange silent stares. It's true that I've grown a lot wiser since three years ago. I wasn't as easy to manipulate, and now I knew when I was being lured.

Nevertheless, I pull her wrist into my chest forcefully and smash my lips onto hers.

If we're going to do this we're going to do it right.

She responds instantly. My jaw hardens throughout the rough kiss, so much aggression spiking through my veins it's untameable. I drag Mulan towards the bed using my lips where she throws a leg over my waist and straddles my body, running her hands up at down my torso. I hiss against her lips from the pulsing pain in my skull until she presses a finger to my collarbone and shushes me, her hisses sounding like one of a seductive snake.

My fingers twirl around her hair and pull hard, throwing her chin up to elongate her neck. I throw my lips on it and bite hard. The quick impulse makes her gasp and laugh as I squeeze her waist and her hips rock over my groins. Her sharp nails comb through my hair and drag along my jaw to meet at my chin. My vision swirls again, and like three years ago, her skin tints blood red while her eyes tint as inky as her hair.

But the throbbing pain gets worse... Black splotches cloud my visions while my muscles twitch and slightly spasm. It's like my body and brain have completely gone their separate ways. And deep down I knew that what I was doing now wasn't me. It was him.

She quickly rolls her black top over her head so that she's left in a bra, and places my large hand around her throat. Her hands continue to run down my torso until they meet my belt which she unbuckles.

The more she touches me the more my head pulses painfully. Lilo...

This isn't right...

"Wait..." My hand pushes hers, she effortlessly smacks away my hand and kisses me hungrily. As if being drained of blood, I shake my head weakly, "Mulan—"

"Stop fighting it, Tae." She kisses me again until I roughly push back her shoulders, she instantly throws my arms away and swoops low to bite my neck.

"If you want me to stop... You're gonna have to hurt me."

My left hand softly runs down her spine as I let her tongue sweep, "No... Get off!" I try to push her away with the other arm.

I knew what was going. A vicious battle was happening in my mind between the new and old Taehyung, I could almost physically feel them fighting. The war weighs down on my brain until my vision is completely warped and splotchy. I didn't need that monster taking over my body any longer.

I feel her fingers desperately return to my belt. With shut eyes, I scramble for her hands to move. "Mulan this has to stop! We can't keep doing this!"

"Yes we can, I know he's still in there!" We struggle for a moment until I eventually throw her off the bed, causing her to let out a yelp.

"No more..." My eyes begin to shut and chest pants. "I can't do this anymore..."

—AUTHOR'S POV—

Mulan's eyes widen before slumping with irritation as the boy slowly passes out. She couldn't believe she was so close. So close.

*Bzzz bzzz!*

Mulan averts her attention to the vibrating phone that buzzes on the floor, having fallen out of from pocket after the fall. She reads the notifications on the lock screen,

Li: Taehyung are you ok??

Li: right you're not answering
i'm coming over

Mulan looks back at Taehyung with high brows, then back at the phone. Her eyes run along the bed as an idea hatches in her head.

She quickly climbs up to unbuckle Taehyung's belt and pulls off his jeans completely, then unhooks her bra and strips away her pants. Every layer of clothing disappears before she lays next to Taehyung with a leg over his waist and an arm across his chest. Now all she had to do was wait for Lilo to arrive.

—TAEHYUNG'S POV—

Sometime later my eyes flutter awake, eyelashes recovering from sticking together and vision still running hazy from all the wine. How long was I out?

I find my forehead creasing when I feel an arm and leg on my body. Before passing out, I'm pretty sure I was wearing jeans...

I turn in slow motion, and when I do, my eyes bulge in shock at the Mulan's sleepy face that rests by my neck.

She's naked...

I'm naked...

I-I thought I told her no. Did I really—?

I slide from underneath her weight without trying to wake her, pulling a pair of sweatpants over my bare legs and throwing on a t-shirt. I then sit on the bed and grip my hair with both hands whilst puffing air from my cheeks. That's when I remember our kiss, the memory of her hands on my skin comes back along with my lips leaving a hickey on her neck. Fuck, I really messed up.

I leave the room to clear my head, holding a hand on my temple from the dizziness, but when I shut the door behind me Lilo stands at the end of the hallway.

—END OF FLASHBACKS—

Still holding the black lace top, I slowly lower my hand as everything comes back to me. Everything.

A tired moan sounds behind me. I turn around and scowl at Mulan as she wakes up, stretching her arms and smiling at me in satisfaction. I now find myself wondering how someone can smile after causing so much mayhem to others without feeling disgusted with themselves.

She crawls over before sitting on my lap and snaking her arms around me. Her fingers brush and play with the hair on my neck.

"Why so tense baby?" She whispers. I only look into her eyes, not paying a glance to her naked chest that displays in front of me.

She leans in and kisses me... and I return it.

Her fingers comb through my hair while my hand slithers up her waist, all the way to the side of her neck and lightly squeezing. I feel her smirk against my lips.

My grip tightens just a little more. Suddenly the kiss slows down and her eyebrows furrow. The smirk that she wore so confidently turns into a worried frown when my grip tightens yet again. Her lips break away from mine before she gives me a confused look.

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I pierce into her soul with dark, intimidating eyes.

"When I asked you why you came back... All you had to say was I love you. But your response was all about you..."

Her pupils become filled with fear.
"T-Taehyung you're... hurting me..."

My grip tights even more. Her hands try to pry my fingers from her neck in panic, the sounds of short gurgles escape her wine-stained lips. I just watch her struggle calmly.

"What's wrong? Finally know how your poor mother felt—?"

My fist tightens.

"—To die by the hands of the one she loved?"

She looks at me desperately, her cheeks swelling and face turning pale. I scoff with a smirk. "I'm just being who you always told me I was. A deranged murderer. You said it's in my blood... that a monster like me could never find true love. Isn't this what turns you on?"

Her breaths thicken brutally, head shaking from side to side in desperation and eyes watering as she chokes on the saliva that floods her throat. I can tell she's on the brinks of her final breath by the way her pupils shrink.

"Tae.... Hyung...."

Just as her orbs start to roll back, I release her. Her naked body collapses to the floor and while she takes the deepest pants I've ever heard, her chest heaves drastically and hand holds her throat while she coughs into the carpet.

"You took things way too far this time, now you know how it feels when the roles are reversed. Tomorrow you're catching the first flight available and going home. For good. Mark my words if you return, next time I will NOT let go."

Still catching her breath, Mulan looks up at me in fear for the first time, rubbing her neck that is now red and marked with my hand print. I pick up her pile of clothes and throw it on her face before exiting the bedroom.