Crazy over you | Taennie

12.

Taehyung was talking with Jennie.

"You know Jen, have you ever loved someone?" He asked as they were talking about a book they were familiar with.

"Yeah" she said as a smile appeared on her face.

He felt a pang in his chest just looking at the thought of her love cheer her up so much, that she was so
Fond of that person.

"Who?" He asked furthermore trying not to stutter to the pain.

"My mother" she says and relief floods his Veins.

"What about in a romantic way?" He asks as she froze at that question.

"What about you?" She asks diverting the topic.

"I love someone right now" he says as a feeling of sadness floods Jennie's body. She was a little hurt.

"Really? What's she like?" She asks to know more.

"Shes, she's everything I look for in a girl. The most beautiful person I've ever seen. No the most beautiful to exist. I love the way she gets cold so easily, and doesn't let anyone push her around. I love that she gets annoyed when she looks at me doing stupid things, and yet still sticks around with me. I love that she can be so tiny yet eat for three. I love when I can spend a day with her.I love the way her smile lights up my mind and can recharge me whenever. I love every single thing about her, little or big. I just love her." He says as she looks at him.

She smiled to try and be happy that he found someone like that no matter the pain in her chest.

"She sounds really amazing" she manages to breathe out looking at him sounding so In love when talking about her.

"She is" he says.

"Who is she?" Jennie asks after a moment not knowing her.

"You don't have to tell me, it's your privacy" she quickly covers up in case she was pushing her boundaries.

"It's fine. You know her anyways" he says as they look at each other.

"It's you." He says after she stares at him for a while.

"Sorry I didn't hear you right" Jennie replied as she thought she heard him say her.

"It's you Jennie. I'm in love, with you" he says as a shock appears before her.

"Yah Kim Taehyung!" She yells.

"Stop messing with me unless you want to die." She says still not believing his sudden confession.

"I love you Jennie Kim. I'm in love with yo-"

"Stop"

"I-"

"Stop"

He rolls his eyes and pushes her back against the bed.

"Y-Yah! What a-are you doing" she asks at the sudden new arrangement.

He had both arms around her as he was hovering over her tiny figure which was under his.

His eyes pouring into hers as if there was nothing else in the world but her.

He bent down, his lips against her cheek, brushing it lightly—and still that light touch sent shivers through her nerves, shivers that made her whole body tremble. "If you want me to stop, tell me now," he whispered.

When she still said nothing, he brushed his mouth against the hollow of her temple. "Or now." He traced the line of her cheekbone. "Or now." His lips were against hers.
"Or—"

But she had reached up and pulled him down to her, and the rest of his words were lost against her mouth.

He kissed her gently, carefully, but it wasn't gentleness she wanted, not now, not after all this time, and she knotted her fists in his shirt, pulling him harder against her.

He groaned softly, low in his throat, and then his arms circled her, gathering her against him.

And he is kissing her back. Once, twice, until shes had a taste and realises that she will never have enough.

He's everywhere up her back and over her arms and suddenly he's kissing her harder, deeper, with a fervent urgent need she had never known before.

Her arms went around his neck as they kissed with passion for each other, be it lust or simply plain desire to have each other at that moment, they didn't know.

But all they knew is that what they wanted was to be with each other at that very moment, and nothing else.

Wide awake and eyes closed as her hands were in the back of his hair, twirling the strands around.

His hands were on her too.

He propped one of his knees, the right one, near hers to support himself as one of his arms, the left,laid beside her holding himself up.

His other arms was one her waist, below her thin shirt which he noticed before, making him want her even more. He was in direct contact of her bare waist.

He was kissing her. She was kissing him back. The one thing forgotten that she was his poison, and he was her drug that would make her forget it.

The night went on, undisturbed.