68 NO TSHIRT

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"TAEHYUNG!" I barged into the room only to regret what I say next.

I guess I should've knocked first.

It was definitely the fault of timing, that's all.

Taehyung was just out of the shower and was apparently changing into his bedtime clothes when I entered the room.

"You okay?" Taehyung smirked and continued wearing clothes.

On that I realized that I had been staring at him for a while, so I shook my head out of embarrassment and turned and left the room.

I stood outside his room, leaning on the door, the scenes from a minute ago replaying in my mind, causing blood to rush to my face.

While I was lost in my thoughts, the support of the door from behind my back suddenly disappeared, resulting in me fumbling back, falling into the void, anticipating a bad fall on the ground and so I crunched my eyes and let out a small Yelp but,

the pain of hitting the cold hard ground never came.

Instead I felt myself in something or rather someone comforting, his a