𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 ٭ 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ٭

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Taehyung and the boys were in the office, shifting through a mountain of documents, the soft scratching of Namjoon's pen the only sound in the room as he jotted down notes. Jimin sat with a furrowed brow, flipping through a thick stack of papers, occasionally stopping to underline something important. Hoseok broke the silence, glancing up from his own work to ask Taehyung, "Are you going to talk to Mingyu today?"

Taehyung leaned back in his chair, rubbing his temples. "I need to, but not now. If I push him too soon, he'll probably just break down again." He sighed. "He’s still just a kid, emotional and trying to make sense of everything. He needs time."

The boys nodded in understanding. Mingyu, at 16, had been through more than most adults could handle, and they all knew Taehyung was right to turn mingyu down. It wasn't easy being thrust into their world.

A few hours passed, and after wrapping up the last bit of paperwork, the boys finally called it a day. They grabbed their jackets, heading out of the office and into the cool evening air. The drive back to the mansion was quiet, a calm they hadn’t felt in days. No missions today, no blood, no danger. It was a rare day off for the gang, and they intended to make the most of it.

When they entered the mansion, they were greeted by the soft hum of laughter. The girls were lounging in the living room, flipping through magazines and chatting. Mina, the youngest of the bunch, sat on the floor munching on a fruit bar, her legs swinging back and forth as she listened to the conversation.

Taehyung’s eyes softened at the sight. The girls looked happy, relaxed, and that meant everything was okay, at least for now. No tension, no fear—just peace. He exchanged a glance with Namjoon and Seokjin, which smiled softly as if to say, As long as they’re happy, we’re happy.

They stepped inside, and for once, no one had to deal with the smell of blood-soaked clothes or the weight of a dangerous mission hanging over them. It was a normal day, or as close to normal as they ever got.

Jennie immediately sprang to her feet, smiling as she went to hug Taehyung the moment he walked through the door, as she always did. Taehyung wrapped his strong arms around her in return, letting out a sigh of relief as if that one simple hug washed away the weight of the day. Mina, as always, greeted the boys cheerfully, bouncing on her little feet as she hugged Yoongi's leg, making everyone laugh. The other girls also exchanged their hellos, happy to see the boys back safely. But Jennie’s focus was on Taehyung alone.

“Let’s go upstairs,” Jennie whispered softly, pulling at Taehyung's hand, and he followed her without hesitation. Once they reached their bedroom, Jennie turned to him and, much to his surprise, asked if he wanted to take a shower together.

Taehyung blinked a few times, a bit taken aback by her request. Jennie was usually more reserved about things like this. He was the one who often teased her into showering with him or initiating to have intercourse, so hearing her ask made his heart race a little. He felt the familiar warmth of a blush creeping up his neck, but he quickly composed himself, smiling shyly. “Whatever you want my love.” he agreed, trying to play it cool even though excitement flickered in his eyes.

They undressed, their clothes landing in a small pile on the floor. The bathroom filled with steam as Taehyung adjusted the water, making sure it was the perfect temperature. He added some rose-scented shower gel, knowing Jennie loved the roses, and soon the hot water was cascading down, filling the room with the fragrant, relaxing aroma.

They stepped in together, the warmth wrapping around them like a comforting blanket. Jennie sighed, letting her head fall back under the stream of water as Taehyung gently started washing her hair. His large hands massaged her scalp with such care that it made Jennie feel like she was melting under his touch. Once he was done, she turned to him with a small smile, shyly taking the sponge and soap, ready to wash his back.