Rewriting Our Fate ( Sequel Of LoM )

Slowly Yours

Under the open sky, Taehyung and Jennie settled into the cozy chair, wrapped in a thick, warm blanket. The atmosphere was perfect—dim lights from the small lanterns around them glowed softly, casting a warm light on their faces. The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze. Stars dotted the inky sky above, twinkling as if they were sharing this private moment, too.

Jennie leaned her head on Taehyung's shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. The quiet around them wasn’t awkward; it felt comforting, like they had known each other’s heartbeats in silence for years. There was no need for words, but eventually, Taehyung broke it, his voice gentle, almost hesitant.

“I miss this,” he said, his gaze fixed on the stars above. “I miss how easy it used to feel. How right.”

Jennie smiled slightly, a bittersweet feeling blooming in her chest. “Me too,” she admitted softly. “Sometimes I wonder if we could ever really go back to that. If we’re meant to.”

Taehyung reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “I think… maybe we don’t have to go back. Maybe we just need to find our way forward. Slowly, like this.”

Jennie looked down at their joined hands, feeling a spark of hope she hadn’t felt in a long time. “Sometimes I still worry, Taehyung. About everything. About how people see us… and if we can really make it work.”

Taehyung squeezed her hand reassuringly. “I know, Jennie. But we’ve been through so much already. If we can survive that, I think we can survive anything. As long as it’s together.”

She turned her head, meeting his eyes that held a warmth she had missed. They didn’t need promises or grand gestures—they had each other, here in this moment, under the stars. And for the first time, Jennie felt her doubts soften, even if just a little.

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s arms, watching the stars blink across the dark sky, each one a silent witness to the rebuilding of something precious and rare.

After a while, the quiet under the stars gave way to an urge for something more familiar—food. With a gentle nudge, Taehyung stood up, pulling Jennie along with him. They headed inside the cozy cabin, where he’d set out ingredients for a late-night meal. Jennie raised an eyebrow, her lips quirking up as she saw the simple spread of vegetables, noodles, and spices.

“You think you can impress me with instant ramen, chef?” she teased, crossing her arms playfully.

Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey, don’t underestimate me. Ramen is an art.”

Together, they moved around the small kitchen space, falling into an easy rhythm. Jennie chopped vegetables while Taehyung handled the broth, throwing in spices with dramatic flair that made her laugh. Every so often, their hands would brush, sending a warmth through her that felt both comforting and new. She caught herself glancing at him, wondering if this easy familiarity could really last.

Soon, the aroma of ramen filled the air, and they settled at the small table, bowls in hand, slurping noodles between quiet laughter and stolen glances. It was simple, but Jennie hadn’t felt so at peace in a long time. Each bite, each shared smile, seemed to fill a part of her that she’d kept closed off.

After finishing their meal, Taehyung nudged her toward the deck outside, where the night had deepened, and the sky seemed darker, clearer. They settled into their cozy chair once more, this time watching the stars in silence. Just as Jennie rested her head on his shoulder, a flash streaked across the sky, followed by another.

“A meteor shower,” she murmured in awe, her gaze fixed on the trails of light above.

Taehyung’s hand found hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Maybe it’s a sign. Something about new beginnings.” He glanced down at her, his gaze soft, hopeful.