HIS NEMESIS | TAENNIE (COMPLETED)

Tense

We arrived at the venue, and it was gorgeous. Tables with 6 seats were all decorated beautifully, the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the faint music and chattering heard across the hall.

Jisoo, Seokjin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jungkook, and Lisa all settle at one table while Taehyung, Jennie, Rosé, Jimin, and Hoseok settle at the table next to them.

There was an empty seat next to Jennie, but she occupied it with her purse.

Jennie POV

Our principal is giving a welcome speech and after this- according to the graduation program- we'll honor our sponsors who helped secure the hall for the night.

"But let me not get carried away, and can I just say Thank you to everyone who came to this graduation event? It's a memory to cherish with your fellow schoolmates," she says, wearing her wrinkly smile.

"Also a big Thank you to our sponsor for helping with everything, from securing the spot to the decor of the night. Ladies and Gentlemen, let's give a round of applause to Kim Jong-in." She beams as everyone applauds.

Taehyung doesn't. I stare at him with a weird look, but he raises his eyebrows, gesturing towards the stage.

I turned my head, confused, as I looked towards the stage; there he was. Kim Jong-in, mostly known as Kai.

He's back. Oh my god, he's back.

Bad luck, he carried bad luck around with him everywhere. And today, tonight he's here, at our graduation.

A night that is supposed to be perfect, but suddenly perfect sounds more like disastrous.

I look back at Taehyung, mortified, and he stares at me. And I suddenly remembered our whole argument. It all flashes through my brain like a perfect memory.

I didn't notice someone approaching our table until I heard them speaking, "Is this seat occupied? "Even his voice sounded like a monster lurking in the shadow.

I swallow, hard. Turning my neck slowly as if it'd snap if I did it in a matter of seconds, I look up and meet his dark gaze.

"Uhm," My throat suddenly feels dry; I turn my head to Taehyung, who's just staring blankly while popping a strawberry into his mouth.

"No," the word comes out rushed, forced, and dry as I grab my purse putting onto the table as Kai takes a seat next to me.

Man, this guy is so fucking terrific.

"Great," he grins; it wrinkles his under eyes, and I notice the slight crack in his concealer. I guess he has nightmares of himself, huh?

Not the time for jokes.

My eyes catch onto Jisoo's, who's staring at me, concerned; I give her a slight smile to let her know I got this, and she returns it as his gaze flutters to Taehyung, who nods at her as she nods back at him.

Taehyung's palm rests on my thigh, stunning me which he noticed when I flinched as my body's response.

He looks at me, with a reassuring look of warmth. You're safe his eyes whisper, I swallow thickly before looking at my place.

Just then, a familiar blonde walks up to the table; I notice her as Cheonsa. She looks at me, then at Taehyung and Kai. She lowers her gaze.

Her body language is veiled with guilt; I frown, puzzled as to why she's acting this way. I look to my left to see Kai smiling at the menu.

His perfect teeth suddenly looked as crooked as his smile, "I will go with steak," he says; he sure keeps himself together so well for a rapist, huh.

Let's not get to that.

I suddenly feel the need for fresh air, "Excuse me," I say, looking around the table, "I could use some fresh air," I say, I really could.

"But we are yet to eat," Kai says, placing his hand over my fist that's clenched around my knee; I look down at his hand holding mine, then I look at him.

This sick bastard.

"Get your hands off her," Taehyung says lowly, his eyes threateningly glaring at his cousin.

I turn to Taehyung, his eyes holding a dangerous fury, threatening to be disastrous if it's let out of control.

"Ah! No, Hyung, you seem to be misunderstood-" Kai says, his palm still against mine.

"I said get your fucking hands off her, you son of a bitch" Taehyung growls, heated, his chest rising and falling as she throws a death glare at Kai, who has a mischievous look on his face.

Kai removes his palm from my hand in satisfaction, he's getting what he wants. He wants Taehyung to be angry, and he wants me to run away like a coward.

He's getting exactly that, cause I stood up and left the table without any excuses. "Hey, you left your purse," Kai calls out, getting up, but I had already turned the corner.