✿ 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...
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Taehyung slowly opened his eyes to the early morning light streaming into the room. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his mind, but today was a new day, and for once, there were no missions, no orders to carry out. It was just a rare moment of peace. As he stirred, he noticed the empty space beside him in the bed, and his eyes drifted to the open door leading to the balcony.
There she was, Jennie, standing by the railing in a sheer, transparent dress that delicately outlined her figure, the early morning sun casting a soft glow around her. Taehyung couldn’t help but admire her. Even in the stillness of the morning, with her hair slightly tousled and her body barely clothed, she looked ethereal, like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
Without thinking twice, Taehyung slipped out of bed, the cool air brushing against his skin, but he didn’t care. Wearing only his boxers, he quietly walked over to the balcony. As he approached Jennie from behind, he gently wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her close. He buried his face in her neck, pressing soft kisses against her warm skin, taking in the familiar scent that was uniquely hers.
Jennie didn’t say a word, but Taehyung could feel her body tense slightly in his arms. He held her tighter, letting her know that he was there, that he would always be there. He nuzzled into her neck, murmuring, “Good morning, my love.” But his gentle affection was met with silence, and then he felt it—a warm drop of something on his hand.
Taehyung immediately turned Jennie around, concern etching his features as he looked down at her tear-streaked face. She flinched slightly at the sudden movement, her cigarette slipping from her fingers and falling to the floor. Her red-rimmed eyes met his, and his heart ached at the sight of her pain.
“Why are you crying, baby?” he asked, his voice tender yet filled with worry. He reached up to cup her face, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down her cheek.
Jennie sighed deeply, her eyes closing for a moment as if trying to find the strength to speak. When she finally did, her voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with uncertainty. “Taehyung… can I ask you something?”
“Of course, darling,” Taehyung replied without hesitation, his heart pounding as he feared what was troubling her so much.
Jennie opened her eyes again, searching his face as if looking for the truth in his eyes before she asked the question that had been gnawing at her. “Was James right? Was he telling the truth when he said you were just using me for my body?”
The question hung in the air between them, and for a moment, Taehyung felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. The idea that Jennie could even think that, after everything they had been through together, tore at his heart. But then he saw the raw vulnerability in her eyes, the way she trembled slightly in his arms, and he realized how deeply James’ venomous words had cut her.
