𝙼𝚢 𝙲𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 ٭ 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎 ٭

٭𝟼𝟻٭

Taehyung woke up as usual, drenched in sweat from yet another nightmare. They were familiar to him by now fragments of his past playing like a haunting movie in his head. His father’s cold, lifeless eyes, the pressure of taking over the gang, the blood on his hands it all replayed in gruesome detail. He quietly slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Jennie, and stepped onto the balcony, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers.

The first inhale filled his lungs, and for a fleeting moment, he felt a semblance of calm. Taehyung knew smoking was bad, hypocritical even, considering how he scolded Jungkook whenever the younger boy tried. But for Taehyung, the cigarettes weren’t about rebellion they were about survival. If it shaved years off his life, so be it. He wasn’t afraid of dying the only thing that scared him about death was that he was afraid of leaving his family unprotected.

The sound of the glass door sliding open startled him. Taehyung turned to see Jennie, wrapped in a silk robe, her hair slightly messy from sleep. She blinked at him, her soft eyes filled with concern. Without saying a word, she walked up and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. Taehyung let her warmth seep into him, grounding him in the moment.

He turned to face her and offered a small smile, trying to mask the turmoil within. Jennie didn’t buy it. She took the cigarette from his hand, took a puff herself, then tossed it over the balcony.

"That’s disgusting," she muttered, but her tone was gentle.

He chuckled faintly. "You didn’t seem to mind when you tried it."

She enjoyed smoking just as much as him but obviously acknowledged it was a bad habit.

She smirked and leaned in, kissing him softly. The remnants of smoke on their lips mingled as they deepened the kiss. The cool night air surrounded them, but the heat of their kiss kept them warm. When they pulled apart, a thin string of saliva still connected them, a quiet testament to their intimacy.

Jennie cupped his face, her thumbs brushing away the tension etched into his features. "Nightmare?" she asked softly.

Taehyung nodded, leaning his forehead against hers. "Same old shit. My father. The pressure. Losing people I care about. It never goes away."

She stroked his cheek, her voice firm yet comforting. "You’re not him, Tae. You’ve protected everyone you’ve kept us together. Don’t let his shadow control you."

He sighed, his hands settling on her waist. "Tomorrow’s a busy day. Jackson’s coming over. He’s bringing his niece she’s around Mingyu’s age. Hopefully, they’ll get along."

Jennie smiled. Jackson was a loyal ally and a genuinely kind soul. "Then we better make sure everything’s perfect."

"Yeah," Taehyung murmured, his voice softening. "But for now..." He kissed her again, slowly, passionately, as if she were the only thing tethering him to reality. The stars glittered above them, casting a silvery glow on their entwined figures.

Jennie’s hands slid into his hair, tugging him closer, her body pressing against his as she moaned softly into his mouth. His taste, the warmth of his body, consumed her, and she felt her heart race in her chest. She could feel the muscles in his arms tighten as his grip on her waist intensified, pulling her closer, closer, until there was no space left between them.

Without breaking the kiss, Taehyung pulled her off her feet, his hands steady and sure as he lifted her effortlessly. Jennie gasped into his mouth, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and she felt the undeniable hardness of him pressing against her. Her body responded, instinctively, aching with need.

They stumbled into the bedroom, the door barely shutting before he laid her down gently on the bed. Taehyung paused for a moment, hovering above her, his eyes dark with desire but still filled with tenderness. He traced the line of her jaw, his fingers grazing over the delicate curve of her neck, then moving lower, down to the delicate swell of her chest. His touch was light, worshipful, as if he was memorizing every inch of her.