𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

𝟒𝟑

Taehyung carefully opened the parcel, revealing a small wooden box nestled within the folds of the black material. As he lifted the lid, a faint scent of lavender wafted through the air, and a single sheet of parchment lay inside.

The handwriting was elegant and flowing, but the language was in Spanish and he couldn't decipher it. Jennie leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered, "Maybe I can translate it."

She read the Spanish words written on the parchment, her voice soft and sultry. "Puedo ser escrito, puedo ser hablado, puedo ser expuesto y puedo ser roto."

As the last word left Jennie's lips, Taehyung's gaze never wavered from her face. He leaned in closer, his breath dancing with hers, and asked, "And what does it mean?" His voice was low and dangerous, making her heart flutter wildly in her chest.

Jennie swallowed hard, her eyes locked onto Taehyung's as she replied, "It means... it can be written, spoken, exposed, and broken."

Taehyung's face was inches from Jennie's now, their lips almost touching. He repeated her words, his voice a husky whisper, "It can be written, spoken, exposed, and broken." Then, with a sudden move, he grabbed Jennie's wrist, pulling her hand towards him.

She stumbled forward, her body pressing against his as he pulled her towards him, her breathing becoming ragged with each passing moment.

Her gaze was drawn to his lips, the proximity making every detail of his mouth prominent - the fullness of his lower lip, the slight curve of his upper lip, the hint of breath leaving his parted lips.

Taehyung drew even closer, his body molding against hers, his other hand finding its way to her hip, pulling her impossibly nearer. His touch was both possessive and tender, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh at her waist as if he couldn’t bear to let go. He leaned in, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, sinful murmur.

"You didn't answer my question," he whispered, his voice a seductive caress against her ear. And then, without warning, Taehyung tilted his head and pressed his lips against the sensitive skin just below her ear.

The contact was brief, but it sent a jolt of electricity through her entire body, her breath caught in her throat as her brain struggled to process the sensation.

As he drew back, his gaze locking onto hers once more, their faces were now so close that she could see the flecks of amber in his irises, the way his eyelashes cast shadows on his cheeks.

His grip on her wrist and hip was still firm, making it clear that he wasn't planning on letting her go anytime soon.

Jennie's lips parted, a soft gasp escaping as she struggled to find her voice. The nearness of him, the feel of his body pressed against hers, the heat in his gaze... It was all too much. She tried to speak, to answer his question, but the words died on her tongue.

Taehyung gave her one last look, his gaze lingering on her flushed face and parted lips. With a satisfied smirk, he released his grip on her wrist and took a step back.

Her body, still sensitive from their brief contact, felt the loss acutely, her breathing erratic as she tried to regain her composure. She stared at him, wide-eyed and panting, the remnants of his touch still sending tiny thrills through her body.

He folded his arms across his chest and tilted his head, his tone slightly mocking as he said, "The riddle, Princess. Will you decipher it for me?"

Jennie's mind buzzed with a thousand thoughts, every nerve ending in her body still singing with the memory of his touch. The sight of him, standing there so casually while she was a mess of emotions, was infuriating.

She tried to even out her breathing, her chest rising and falling with each inhale and exhale. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, the sight not lost on Taehyung as he tracked the movement with his gaze.

After a few more breaths, she finally found her voice, her words coming out in a rush. "I can be written, spoken, exposed, and broken," she repeated, her eyes never leaving his face.

"Good girl," he stepped back, the praise wrapping around her like a warm blanket. With a satisfied nod, he gestured toward the stairs. "We've got the riddle, let's go upstairs."

...

"Rosé! Prince!" Jennie shouted from the door as Rosé and Jimin looked up at her, their eyes heavy.

"W..what happened?" She asked stepping slowly towards them as Taehyung followed her right behind.

"Why is.. she?" were the only words that escaped Jennie's mouth as she gazed at the lifeless body of the girl who was alive when she last left her.

"She d..died in my arms, unnie," Rosé whispered, a tear making its alone path down her cheek.

"Unnie!"

The front door opened, revealing Lisa and Jungkook. A gust of night air followed them inside, the warm summer air contrasting with the cold atmosphere of the room.

Lisa's eyes widened as she took in the scene before her.

Her gaze flickered from the lifeless body on the bed to Jennie's face, then landed on Rosé who was a picture of sorrow.

"What... what happened?" she asked, taking a step forward, her question directed at Jennie.

Jennie pursed her lips and took a step closer to Lisa and Jungkook, placing her hands on her hips.

"Did you catch the person?"

Nodding horizontally, Lisa sighed averting her eyes to the dead body as Jungkook breathed, "That motherfucker vanished in the woods."

"Great, another mystery on our hands, and we're back to square one."

"At least we know we're not dealing with a ghost. Ghosts don't disappear into the woods." Jungkook remarked as Lisa just rolled her eyes.

Jennie walked over to where the dead girl was lying and slowly knelt down, her eyes glued to the pale and lifeless face. She gently reached out and touched the girl's head, her hand soft as she pushed the wet strands of hair back.

"Make sure she gets a proper funeral." Jennie got up from her place and turned her heels on heading out of the room as everyone just stared at the body before leaving as well.