My second mistake, underestimating the minimum time it took for trouble to come find me.

***

Facing shirtless Taehyung, I admit. This was not what I expected.

A minute into arriving in the enormous lawn of an equally massive house, Taehyung dragged me inside as I stumbled and repeatedly tried to pull the hem of my black dress down. Loud EDM music was ringing through every corner, sweaty bodies dancing in an alcoholic haze in the spacious living room. Taehyung kept his arm on me as he led me through the crowd. I had glared at every person I bumped into, not bothering to apologize to the few feet I've stepped on with my sharp silver heels. It didn't help that the colorful strobes of light were our only guide.

Taehyung gestures to my body as soon as we get inside a room.

"Take your clothes off."

My jaw drops.

He continues ripping off his red leather jacket, white graphic t-shirt following a second after. His black snapback long forgotten on the bed. 

I stand frozen in front of his half body. I could see his toned stomach clearly, arms slightly bulging with muscles from each action.

I blink. What is even going on?

The instant his hands meet his washed out blue jeans, I blurt out. "Kim Taehyung. I am not sleeping with you."

He freezes, turning his head to me slowly. I resist the urge to laugh at his expression. He looks even more flabbergasted than I was, eyes round, forehead creasing and mouth hanging open.

I mask my slight uneasiness and amusement with a stony glare.

"What..I-I didn't...I w-wasn't thinking," he stutters. "Oh my god," Taehyung rubs his face with his hand. I could see red seep onto his face.

"Explain." I cross my arms.

"I just wanted to switch clothes with each other. This was my plan in the beginning!"

Something tells me this wasn't the only thing in his plan, but he didn't say anything about it.

"So what, you're "great" plan was partying in a girl's clothes?" I stare blankly at him, bored. "Seriously, if you'd have just told me in the beginning, I'd be willing to lend you some of mine. I won't judge your preferences." 

"No!" he denies.

I chuckle.

"It's just...trust me okay? Let's just exchange clothes now." He pleads with another round of his pouty lips.

Trust was a strong word. I wasn't ready for that yet. I'm not even sure I could ever be ready to do that. 

Not after her.

I reel back into reality when I feel hands tugging at the sleeves of my dress. I punch Taehyung's stomach.

"Hands off."

After a minute of his whimpers and whining, I got into the connected bathroom and changed.

***

It wasn't as bad as I'd originally thought it would be. Taehyung's too large to fit shirt and jeans were more comfortable than the dress I'd worn so I wasn't complaining. Especially after laughing for good 5 minutes at the sight that is a feminine Taehyung. His shoulders were too wide for the dress and his height too tall, making the clothing tighter and shorter than it had been on me. I snicker at the memory.

I adjust the black cap I'd put my hair in as I search the dark dance floor for a head of tawny brown at the second level. It was growing too hot and there were only a few minutes left till I get to go home. I lean on the railings on both hands. Taehyung had left me at one of the more peaceful and lit area after he saw my obvious discomfort at the lack of proper lighting.

Someone bumps onto my side, brownish cream staining the white shirt Taehyung lent me. I frown down at it.

"Sorry," a deep voice apologizes softly.

I look up in surprise to see a taller boy in plain white shirt and gray sweatpants. In his hands were an open tub of chocolate ice cream and a spoon. He looked too young and dressed too casually to be attending a party. 

He gestures to two boys around him with similar apologetic faces, "They got too excited," a smile on his face.

"It's okay," I shrug. It isn't my shirt anyway. I wipe off the cream with my hankie.

He worriedly looks over at my shirt and suddenly hoists up the large black bag he'd carried and opens it, rustling for something. 

My eyebrow raises. Who'd even carry a bag with clothes to a party? 

His forehead crinkles as he searches through his clothing and I notice the recurring color scheme. My brows furrow with my mouth slightly opening in disbelief. Just how much white shirts did he have?

He lets out a small "aha!" and hands me a plain white tee, "You can use