𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒚𝒏𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚

𝟓𝟒

Jennie's  P. O. V.

I stepped into the combat room, the smell of gunpowder and sweat immediately hitting my nostrils. I loved this place - it was where I could let loose and train without any distractions.

I made my way to the target range, grabbing a semi-automatic pistol from the rack.

I checked the clip, making sure it was fully loaded, before inserting it into the gun. I chambered a round, the click of the bullet sliding into place.

I settled into my stance, feet shoulder-width apart, arms extended, hands holding the gun steady.

Taking a deep breath, I took aim and fired.

One

Two

Three

Four

The shots echoed in the room, the sound of the bullets hitting their mark sending a jolt of satisfaction through me. I checked the target - bullseye.

After I'd emptied the clip into the targets, I turned to the side table to load a fresh one into my gun.

As I tried to load the new magazine back into the gun, I struggled a bit. My hand slipped and the gun suddenly aimed towards me instead of the target. I froze.

Before I could fully register what was happening, a pair of strong hands quickly swatted the gun away from my hands. The gun flew across the room, landed on the mat with a loud thud.

I stood there, my mind still trying to process what had just happened. It took a moment before I turned to see who it was.

It was him, V.

He grabbed my shoulders, lightly yet strongly. He scolded me sternly, his voice reflecting a mix of worry and anger.

"Are you crazy?! You could've fuckin' shot yourself!"

Before I could react, he pulled me into a hug. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as if to shield me from any harm. I stood there, frozen, frozen in my very place.

His chest pressed against my back, I could feel the heat of his body, the steady thump of his heart. His breath rustled against my ear as he whispered, "Idiot. Fucking idiot."

His grip on me tightened, and I felt his face bury into the side of my neck. He inhaled deeply, as if seeking to calm himself down.

Slowly, he released his hold on me, but he didn't step back. He kept me pressed against him, his hands sliding down to my waist. His face remained buried in my neck, his breath hot against my skin.

I stood there, his body heat seeping into mine, his hands on my waist, his face in my neck. It was intimate, too intimate, and I knew I should pull away. But I couldn't. I was frozen, caught in his embrace, his touch, his scent.

Time seemed to stand still as he remained like that, his face in my neck, his hands on my waist. I could feel his heart beating against my back, could hear his ragged breathing. It was as if the world had ceased to exist, leaving only the two of us, locked.

Then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. He pulled back, his hands dropping from my waist.

He turned away from me, his back to me. His shoulders rose and fell with his heavy breaths. I remained still, my heart pounding in my chest, my body still tingling.

After a moment, he turned back to face me. His eyes, usually so hard and cold, were soft now. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He tried again, and still, nothing.

He looked at me, into me, and I felt like he was seeing me for the first time, like he was finally allowing himself to see me.

I reached out, hesitantly, and touched his arm. He didn't pull away, instead, he let me touch him, let me be close to him. His skin was warm, and I could feel his pulse racing under my fingers.

This is wrong, Kim Jennie. This is wrong.

Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around mine, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. We stood there, pressed together, our bodies swaying gently as if to some unheard rhythm. His breath fanned against my neck, sending shivers down my spine.

And then, he kissed me. It wasn't a gentle, soft kiss. It was a claim, a possessive, demanding kiss that left me breathless. His tongue invaded my mouth, tangling with mine in a sensual dance that left me weak in the knees.

As we kissed, he pushed me against the wall, his body pinning me there. His hands roamed over my body, my hips, my thighs, my ass, and I could feel his desire pressed against me.

No, no, no. Pull away, Jennie. Pull away.

But I couldn't. I didn't want to. I wanted this, needed it. So I kissed him back, my hands gripping his shirt, pulling him closer.

A moan escaped my lips, and he took advantage of it, deepening the kiss even further.

My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled to regain control. I knew that if I didn't stop this now, there would be no turning back. So, with all my strength, I pushed him away, my hands flat against his chest. "No, no, no. This can't happen."

I broke free from his grasp, my eyes avoiding his as I turned and ran out of the combat. My legs carried me as fast as they could, my heart pounding in my chest. I didn't know where I was going, but I just had to get away.

I ran until my lungs burned and my legs ached, not stopping until I reached the safety of my room. I slammed the door shut behind me and leaned against it, trying to catch my breath.

My hands were shaking as I locked the door, as if I expected him to burst through it at any moment.

I can't let myself be broken again. I can't. I can't feel love again.

I sank to the floor, the weight of my thoughts dragging me down. I wrapped my arms around my knees, holding onto myself as if it was the only thing keeping me from falling apart. As I sat there, the image of his face haunted me.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, and I squeezed them shut, willing them away. I couldn't cry. I couldn't let myself be weak. So I sat there, frozen in time, trying to numb the pain that threatened to consume me.

Eventually, exhaustion overtook me, and I drifted off into a restless sleep.