DFY-8 : TELL HIM WHAT?

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[Early update since I haven't provided updates frequently, so enjoy]

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Jennie woke up with a killer hangover. She sat up, rubbing her temples, and realized she was still in last night's dress.

She couldn't even remember how she got back to her room. She shouldn't have gotten so drunk.

Last night was amazing with Taehyung, though.

Wait, Taehyung? Jennie panicked and grabbed her phone. She tried calling him, but he wasn't picking up.

No reply to her texts either.

"Did I mess something up?" she sighed. She got out of bed, took a long shower, and threw on some casual clothes.

After getting ready, she sat on the bed, staring at her phone, trying to figure out what to do.

She sighed again, shoved her phone in her pocket, and headed out the door. Her head was pounding from the hangover.

She took the elevator down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. She was starving.

While she ate, she kept checking her phone, hoping for a call or text.

She tried to remember what happened last night, but her head started pounding again.

After finishing her breakfast, she paid the bill and headed out.

The elevator doors were about to close, but she ran to catch them, squeezing her hand between the doors.

The elevator opened, and she stepped inside. She stood in the corner, looking around. And then she saw him.

Taehyung. Standing right next to her.

"Good morning," she said, her voice a little shaky.

"Morning," he replied, his deep voice sending shivers down her spine. She cleared her throat.

"Um, I..."

The elevator doors opened again, interrupting her. A middle-aged man and three other guys got on. To make room, Jennie shifted closer to Taehyung, who didn't move.

More people piled in, and Jennie had to squeeze even closer to Taehyung, their sides practically touching.

It was awkward, but she didn't mind. One of the guys got really close to Jennie, almost hovering over her.

He was tall, muscular, with black hair and a mature face. He looked to be in his late 40s. He kept getting closer, making Jennie uncomfortable.

She felt like she was going to puke.

Suddenly, a hand grabbed her waist, making her jump. She was about to yell at the guy for touching her, but when she looked down, she blushed.

It was Taehyung's arm, holding her close, protectively. The guy immediately moved away.

Jennie's eyebrows furrowed. She looked up at Taehyung, who was glaring at the guy.

She looked down shyly.

Taehyung was totally jealous, and it made Jennie feel all fluttery inside. The elevator finally stopped, and they stepped out.

"So, what were you saying?" Taehyung asked, heading towards his office and shoving his hand in his suit pocket.

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