LITTLE BIT OF YOUR HEART

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In that divine moment, the stars themselves seemed to align as he realized the ethereal truth – sometimes home is not a mere structure, but rather, a soul that envelopes you. He stretched his arms as if embracing the heavens and, rolling to his left, there he found his celestial queen, the one who crowned him not just a king, but a conqueror whose heart was brimming with ecstasy.

Jennie was in a slumber so peaceful, her delicate hands clenched the sheets as if they were clouds, and her face was veiled by a cascade of silken hair. He remembered the sweet, playful battle they had over the hair tie, her pretending that without it she'd be left bare, just like a tree shedding its leaves.

Beside her, her pillow; ah, he thought of how it had become an inseparable companion. He recalled the first night she had stayed over and had forgotten it. As the clock struck 1 am, like a knight on a quest, he had ventured into the night to fetch it. Since then, no matter the circumstance, her pillow would always be her loyal squire.

There she was, his eternal princess, with delicate fingers so fragile and exquisite. Taehyung, with a heart ablaze, tenderly held her hand and brought it to his lips for a whisper-soft kiss. He then traced her features; from her petite nose, which he affectionately booped, to her enchanting lips – a treasure he could never tire of kissing, for how could mere mortals fathom such perfection?

But then, as the dawn painted the sky, a shadow crept into his heart. The dark circles beneath her eyes whispered tales of hidden sorrows. Though she danced through life with a smile that could tame the wildest storms, he knew that sometimes, the tempest raged within. Her soul was too precious to be tarnished by the words of faceless strangers, and her retreats from the social tapestry told him the weight she carried. In that moment, he vowed to be not just her lover, but her sanctuary, for in her embrace, he had found his home.

Jennie, that audacious spirit who embraced her uniqueness with grace, was a captivating force that made the air around her sizzle. Taehyung was enchanted by her audacity; it was the very essence that others questioned, but to him, it was the spark that set his soul aflame.

He reminisced on the day when destiny first entwined their paths. It was in 2012, when she blossomed as a YG trainee, an enchanting vision to behold. His heart had wavered, as he, a humble dreamer about to step into the world under a small and uncharted banner, saw this radiant being who had already won countless hearts. Now, as the tides of time danced around them, he marveled at the tapestry of fate which had woven them so close that she became the very air that gave life to his lungs.

In the hushed stillness, it was always Jennie - unique as the first ray of dawn, and no other could ever match the light she brought to his world. With his heart pounding as if composing a symphony, Taehyung leaned in and brushed his lips gently against hers, then retreated to marvel at her tranquil beauty. Her brows furrowed like the delicate ripples on a serene lake, and he felt an irresistible pull to kiss her once more, this time with a fervor that whispered a thousand unspoken words.

Gently, like the whisper of the wind through the trees, Taehyung caressed her hair. His desire, though fierce, could wait, for he knew she needed rest as much as the moon needs the night. He did not wish to disturb the calm that she found in slumber.

Rising from his resting place as silently as a shadow, Taehyung wanted to do something special for her. He was resolved to envelop her in love and tenderness, just as she, through her indomitable spirit, had become the beacon guiding him through life's tempests.

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Jennie awoke like a gentle storm, her heart aflutter as the echoes of last night danced through her mind. She groaned, her head throbbing as memories of the enchanting concert by Bruno Mars surfaced, where she and Taehyung savored the night with sizzling barbecue and laughter amongst friends. She had indulged in spirits, and now they beckoned her with a pounding headache.

Her gaze danced towards her clothes, and she realized she was swathed in the gentle embrace of Taehyung's shirt, and his boxers, which hung on her like a whispering breeze on willows. With the grace of a fawn, she arose, following an alluring scent wafting through the air. It led her towards the kitchen, where her heart told her that Taehyung was weaving magic.

Jennie knew that Taehyung's tryst with cooking was often like a storm meeting the shore; a tempestuous affair. So, with love guiding her, she decided she would lend her hand to tame the culinary waves.

As she rounded the corner, time seemed to pause as her eyes caught sight of a vision so stunning that it could have been painted by the gods themselves. There, amidst the soft golden light, stood Taehyung, his sculpted torso bare, and his hair cascading into a low ponytail that swayed like  silk. His sweats hung low, teasing the edges of dreams, and as she beheld the sinews, the hard planes, and the gentle rivers of veins coursing through his arms, her heart leaped like wildfire.

Her lips parted, and her breath hitched as she beheld the beauty of this moment – a symphony of senses, where the aroma of food, the vision of Taehyung, and the echoes of their shared night wove a tapestry as old as time.

Taehyung was adrift on the sea of his thoughts, so much so that he didn't realize when Jennie tiptoed behind him, wrapping him in an embrace as delicate as the morning breeze.

"Good morning, darling," he whispered, like a gentle lullaby. He switched off the stove and turned to find her with eyes closed, leaning into him as if he were the anchor amidst rolling waves.

"Are you okay?" he inquired, cradling her against his chest while they swayed slowly. His hands ventured beneath her shirt, caressing her soft skin as if she were the most precious treasure.

A soft hum escaped Jennie's lips, and she nodded, planting a kiss upon his chest, which sent shivers through Taehyung, making him groan. "Don't start something you won't be able to finish," he murmured, his voice a mix of velvet and thunder as he tightened his hold and rested his chin atop her head in a tender warning.

Jennie's only response was a playful whine. "Where is my breakfast?" she inquired, her voice as sweet as honey. They made their way to the table where a symphony of flavors awaited them, but Taehyung, a rogue at heart, had other plans. In a swift motion, he swept her into his lap.

Jennie gasped and made an attempt to stand, but Taehyung held her firmly. "You are impossible!" she exclaimed, though her voice was laced with laughter, and she leaned into his shoulder as slumber beckoned her once more.

As Taehyung gazed at her, a fierce tenderness engulfed him. He knew she wouldn't be able to stay awake to savor the breakfast he'd prepared. And so, like a poet composing verses of love, he began to feed her tender bites, ensuring that she was nourished.

In that morning light, as the scent of breakfast mingled with the warmth of their embrace, they created memories woven from threads of love, tenderness, and the simplest of joys.

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