✿ Jennie is in a muddy situation which she can't escape. She figures there's no way out of her situation, Therefore she accepts it. Until a mysterious man changes her life forever, she's scared and confused. Jennie isn't ready for this life But he w...
It was well past midnight when Taehyung jolted awake, his body drenched in sweat and his heart pounding. The nightmare had been vivid and relentless. His father's harsh voice echoed in his mind, a haunting reminder of the past. Taehyung's tears had dried on his cheeks, but the raw pain lingered.
Hearing a soft knock on his door, he reacted instinctively. In a moment of heightened anxiety, he grabbed a gun from the bedside drawer and cautiously approached the door. It was 4 a.m., an hour when the mansion was silent and everyone should have been asleep. His hands trembled slightly as he opened the door, the gun aimed directly ahead.
Jennie stood there, her eyes wide with shock and fear. Her gasp was sharp, and she instinctively flinched away. Seeing the terror in her eyes, Taehyung's heart sank. He lowered the gun, his expression shifting from aggression to immediate regret. He reached out and pulled Jennie into a protective embrace.
"I'm so sorry," Taehyung murmured, his voice tinged with guilt. Jennie, though visibly shaken, reassured him softly.
"It's okay," she said, her voice trembling but gentle. She looked up at him, her gaze settling on the traces of tears that had dried on his face. Her heart ached seeing him in such a vulnerable state.
"Can I come in?" Jennie asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyung nodded, his own emotions still raw and unsteady. They entered his room together, and he gestured for her to sit on the bed. As they both settled, Jennie took his hand in hers, offering a comforting presence.
"What's wrong?" Jennie asked, her concern evident.
Taehyung hesitated for a moment, his emotions brimming just below the surface. He took a deep breath, preparing himself to open up about the darkness that had haunted him for years.
"My father," he began, his voice cracking. "He was... cruel. When I was young, I came home with a bad grade. He didn't just punish me; he beat me badly. My mother tried to stop him, but he hit her too. I remember her pleading with him, but he just-he didn't care."
Taehyung's voice broke as he continued, his eyes welling up with tears. "I was only fourteen when she died. After that, it was just me and him. He turned me into a weapon, training me to be ruthless. I lost everything that made me human. My joy, my empathy, all taken away by him."
As he recounted these painful memories, Taehyung's tears flowed freely. Jennie, deeply moved and shocked by the raw pain in his voice, reached out and wrapped her arms around him. She held him tightly, her own heart breaking at the sight of his anguish.
"It's okay to cry," she whispered softly, her voice soothing. "You're not alone."
Taehyung clung to her, his sobs quieting as he found solace in her embrace. Jennie's presence was a comforting balm to his wounded soul, a stark contrast to the loneliness that had defined his past.
After he had calmed down, Jennie began to move towards the door, thinking to give him some space. "I should go back to my room-"
"Please stay," Taehyung interjected, his voice pleading and vulnerable. His eyes, puffy from crying, looked at her with a depth of longing that was new to him. "Just... stay with me."
Jennie felt a flush of heat rise to her cheeks, unsure of what to say. But seeing the desperation in Taehyung's eyes, she sighed softly. "Okay," she said, her voice barely audible.
She got under the covers, and Taehyung, respecting her space, kept a respectful distance. Just having her close was enough for him. They lay in silence, the room filled with the soft hum of the night. Jennie's presence was a calming force, and Taehyung felt a sense of peace he hadn't known in years.
In the quiet of the night, as the weight of their shared vulnerability settled around them, Taehyung found a small but significant comfort.
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As dawn broke, Taehyung awoke to find himself entangled with Jennie. Their bodies were snugly pressed together under the soft covers. Jennie lay with her head resting gently against his chest, her arm draped over his waist and her fingers lightly caressing his side. Taehyung's own arm was wrapped securely around her, holding her close. Their legs were intertwined, and her breathing created a rhythm of warmth and comfort against his body.
A sudden rush of panic gripped Taehyung. He had asked Jennie to stay the previous night, and waking up to find them so intimately connected left him feeling embarrassed. He was keenly aware of every touch and position, and his heart raced as he struggled with his own sense of vulnerability.
Jennie's hand rested softly on his chest, her fingers tracing slow, comforting patterns. Despite the embarrassment, there was a soothing quality to her presence. It felt oddly comforting, a reprieve from his usual solitude.
Jennie stirred, her face contorting into a worried expression. Taehyung watched as she muttered James's name in a distressed tone. His smile vanished instantly, replaced by a look of concern. Her nightmare was a painful reminder of her troubled past.
Taehyung tightened his embrace, pulling her even closer to him. His voice was soft but firm as he whispered into her ear, "Jennie, you're safe. I'm here with you." He stroked her hair gently, hoping to reassure her that she was secure in his arms.
Jennie's body relaxed slightly as his words reached her subconscious. She continued to snuggle into him, finding solace in his touch. Taehyung remained vigilant, determined to protect her from her fears, as he held her close and silently vowed to keep her safe.
