STEPDAD.

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“A game?” the idea seemed absurd given the situation they were in, yet there was a part of her that found it intriguing, jennie hesitated for a moment longer before nodding again, her eyes locked onto his “What kind of game?” she asked, her voice barely audible above the hum of the refrigerator.

Taehyung's hand moved to cup her cheek gently, thumb stroking over her lips as he answered “A simple one, 21 questions. you ask me anything you want, and then i get to ask you anything.”
there was a pause as he waited for her reaction, watching closely for any signs of hesitation or discomfort “and the rules? she asked

“It's pretty straightforward, you can ask me anything you want, but it has to be something I'd answer truthfully, and vice versa. If you can't think of a question, you lose your turn We keep going until one of us gets stuck three times” he explained the rules

Her eyes widened slightly at his explanation, a hint of amusement flickering within them despite the serious nature of the situation “It seems simple enough” she murmured, feeling the warmth of his touch seeping into her.
But even as she spoke, she couldn't shake off the sense of unease gnawing at her.

It was late, far past midnight; they shouldn't be here like this, yet somehow, she found herself wanting to continue.
Slowly, she pulled back just enough to break contact, allowing herself a moment to gather her thoughts “okay” she finally agreed “let's play.”

With a soft sigh, jennie lifted her head to meet his gaze once more, wondering where this would lead them “Alright, go ahead you first” she said, trying to sound confident even though her heart was racing inside her chest.

His fingers trailed along her jawline before resting on her shoulder, squeezing gently “Hmm...i guess I'll start easy then” he remarked with a low chuckle, leaning closer to whisper into her ear. “tell me, what's your favorite color?” despite the innocuousness of the question, there was an undeniable intimacy in the way he chose to pose it - intimately close, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

Caught off guard by taehyung's sudden proximity, she felt her cheeks flush with warmth “green.” she replied softly, her voice barely louder than a whisper, the word hung heavily between them, filled with layers of hidden meanings.

Jennie watched him intently as he leaned back slightly, giving her space to breathe. But instead of asking her own question right away, she took a moment to observe him - his handsome features illuminated only by the dim light filtering through from outside, “your turn” taehyung reminded her quietly.

As she met his gaze, a peculiar sensation fluttered in her stomach - butterflies, perhaps? or was it simply nervousness? either way, she tried to ignore it as best as possible.

“Well,” she began hesitantly “i suppose i'll ask something personal, are you happy?” the question seemed innocent enough on its surface but held so much weight beneath it – happiness being such a subjective term depending on who you asked.

A slow smile spread across his lips as he considered her query “happy enough, i suppose.” he answered honestly, although there was a hint of sadness lingering in his tone, he paused briefly before adding, “life isn't always easy, but I've learned to appreciate the good moments when they come.”

Taehyung studied her reaction closely, curious if his admission had affected her feelings towards him in any way “now it's my turn again.”

With a soft sigh, he reached out and gently traced a finger along the curve of her cheekbone, his touch sent ripples of warmth throughout her body, contrasting sharply with the cool night air surrounding them “do you believe in fate?” he asked, tilting his head slightly to one side and watching her carefully.

Jennie's heart pounded fiercely against her ribcage like a wild animal trapped within. It was strange; here they were - alone in their shared kitchen at an ungodly hour - playing this silly game whilst their lives unfolded around them. Yet amidst all this surrealism, there remained an underlying tension – simmering just below the surface.

His question lingered in the air for a few moments longer before she finally managed to formulate a response.

“i think everything happens for a reason” she said softly, her voice almost lost amidst the rhythmic hum of appliances resting peacefully around them.

Chuckling lightly at her reply, taehyung ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. “i agree.” his fingers brushed past her earlobe accidentally causing her to shiver involuntarily, “and yet here we are trying to simplify things with silly games.”

She felt strangely vulnerable standing there in front of him - barefoot and clad only in her oversized tee shirt that barely reached mid-thigh, but instead of making her uncomfortable, it made her acutely aware of just how exposed she was - both physically and emotionally. the girl can't deny how good looking this man was at his age.

“so what else is on your mind, kiddo? anything bothering you?”

She bit her lips nervously “wh-what..do you think ab..about me?”

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