YOU, ME, & SHE • |KTH AU| •

thirty-five

A second ticks by. Two. Three. And then Taehyung bounds off the couch and runs out after Jennie.

"I was drunk," I hear him exclaim in the hallway.

And the burn of humiliation — the shame I swear I've never felt — scorches me. He only kissed me because he was drunk...

Ugh. I grab Taehyung's whiskey glass from the coffee table and pour its remaining contents down my throat.

Because fuck, this whole situation just keeps on getting worse and worse.

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Taehyung rushes down the hallway calling Jennie's name. His heart is pounding as flashes of what just happened replay in his mind. He finally catches up with her at the end of the hall.

"Nini, please listen to me!" He begs.

She whirls around, eyes red with tears and filled with rage. "Why should I listen, Taehyung??" She spits. "So you can what, give me another stupid excuse for why you were kissing Narae?"

Taehyung holds up his hands pleadingly. "Jennie, I-I really was so drunk, I can't even remember exactly what happened," He stammers. "All I know is I would never willingly hurt you, you have to believe that." He takes a tentative step toward her.

"Don't come near me!" Jennie shouts, new tears springing to her eyes. "How dare you, I saw you! I saw you kissing her!" She places a hand on her stomach. "How could you do this to me? I'm carrying your baby for fuck's sake!"

"I know, I know. I can't believe what I did either," Taehyung says desperately. "You have to believe me, I would never do anything to jeopardize what we have. I love you and this baby so much."

Another sob escapes Jennie's throat. "How am I supposed to trust you after this??"

"Nini, please," He takes another step toward her. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what else to say. I love you, you have to give me a chance to make this right."

But Jennie backs away, shaking her head. Without another word, she turns and disappears around the corner.

Taehyung stares at the spot she'd stood, his heart sinking. What has he done, how could he screw up so badly??

He presses his hands to his face with a groan.

Looks like he has to do the only one thing there is to fix this mess...

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Jennie's tears blur her vision as she runs from the hallway. All she can hear is the blood pounding in her ears while Taehyung's stupid pleas ring in her head.

How could he do this to her? Didn't their love mean anything?

She bursts into the living room, gasping for air through her sobs. Spotting her keys on the table, she grabs them with a shaking hand and hurriedly makes for the front door.

How can everything fall apart like this? After the desperate lengths she went to keep him in her clutches...

The cool evening air does little to calm her as she races for her car. Once inside, she slings on her seatbelt before starting the engine with unsteady hands. Jennie puts the car in reverse and slams on the gas, speeding recklessly down the driveway and out the gates.

As she drives, her mind continues to taunt her the memory of Taehyung passionately kissing that homewrecker. Was that even the first time they did it..?

Another sob escapes her lips. She has to get away, has to clear her head and figure out a plan.

Her tears continue coming, blurring the road ahead as she drives aimlessly through the evening.

Fear suddenly creeps in as she notices a presence surrounding her, all these black SUVs materializing out of nowhere, closing in around her car. 

Before she knows it, they've boxed her in, cutting off any escape.

Jennie's breath catches in her throat, her hands gripping the steering wheel tighter as she tries to make sense of what's happening. Is this some kind of sick joke??

Her panic heightens as a huge figure approaches her window.

A scream tears out of her throat as the big man in black roughly opens the car door and drags her out. Jennie kicks and struggles against his grip, desperately trying to free herself. She inhales to scream again but his hand quickly clamps tightly over her mouth, muffling her voice.

Her heart pounds in her chest as the man effortlessly lifts her up and carries her towards one of the SUVs, the door swinging open to reveal a dimly lit interior. The scent of leather and cigarette smoke fills her nostrils.

As she lands inside, her eyes widen with fear as they meet the piercing gaze of the man sitting next to her.

She stares back, jumping as the car door slams closed, shutting out the outside world and leaving her trapped with the creepy guy.

"W-who are you??" She demands, voice quivering with terror. "What do you want from me?"

The man's gaze lingers on her, studying her with an intensity that send a shiver down her spine. And then his lips curl into a sinister smile.

"I'm Greyson. Your... ally," He says, voice low and sultry. "You're gonna help me get my girl back so you can have your fashionista boyfriend all to yourself again."

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