𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 ٭ 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ٭

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It was the middle of the night when Taehyung woke up, his heart racing from a nightmare. He lay still for a moment, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room. He could feel the cold sweat on his skin, mingling with the tears that had escaped his eyes. He glanced over at Jennie, who was sleeping soundly beside him, her breathing steady and peaceful. Not wanting to disturb her, he quietly got out of bed and slipped into some clothes. He grabbed a cigarette and headed downstairs, the memories of his father swirling in his mind like a relentless storm.

The living room was quiet and dimly lit by the moonlight filtering through the windows. Taehyung sat on the couch, the cigarette glowing faintly in the darkness. Each drag of smoke seemed to mirror the turmoil inside him, a temporary escape from the haunting images of his past. The memories of his father were a shadow he could never fully escape, no matter how hard he tried. The cruelty, the violence-it all came rushing back with a vengeance during nights like this.

As he sat there, lost in his thoughts, he heard soft footsteps approaching. Jennie appeared at the top of the stairs, her silhouette illuminated by the faint light. She rubbed her eyes with her fists, still half-asleep, and made her way down to him. When she saw him, her heart ached at the sight of his tear-streaked face.

"Taehyung," she called out softly, her voice laced with concern. She walked over to him and sat down beside him, her presence warm and comforting.

Taehyung took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. "It was just a nightmare," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jennie pouted, her eyes filled with empathy. "Was it about your father again?"

Taehyung nodded, the weight of the memories pressing down on him. He stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and pulled Jennie onto his lap, needing to feel her close. She settled on top of him, her arms wrapping around his neck as he kissed her tenderly, seeking solace in her embrace.

"I won't be like him, Jennie," Taehyung promised, his voice filled with determination. "Not in a million years. I love you too much. I would never lay my hands on you. Never yell at you. I won't be my father."

Jennie looked into his eyes, her own filled with tears. "I know you won't," she said softly. "I trust you, Taehyung. You're nothing like him."

Her words were a balm to his wounded soul. They stayed like that for a while, exchanging gentle kisses as Jennie comforted him. The warmth of her embrace slowly chased away the cold grip of his nightmares. She held him tightly, her fingers running through his hair, whispering soothing words to calm his racing heart.

After some time, Taehyung felt a sense of calm wash over him. He picked Jennie up, cradling her in his arms as if she were the most precious thing in the world, and carried her back upstairs to their bedroom. He gently laid her down and climbed in beside her, pulling the covers over them both. Jennie snuggled close to him, her head resting on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As they lay there, Taehyung's thoughts began to drift, the memories of his father fading into the background. He focused on the present, on the woman he loved more than anything. He felt Jennie's breath against his skin, her warmth enveloping him in a cocoon of safety and love.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Jennie looked up at him, her eyes filled with love. "For what?"

"For being here. For loving me. For everything," Taehyung replied, his voice breaking slightly.

Jennie smiled and kissed his chest, her lips warm against his skin. "I love you, Taehyung. And I'm always here for you."

With those words, Taehyung felt a sense of peace he hadn't felt in a long time. He held Jennie close, their bodies entwined, and allowed himself to drift off to sleep, the nightmares held at bay by the strength of their love.