Chosen One (TaeNie, NamJen, YoonNie)

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A: YEY! Your author is free from anything that involves school...except from the pain of the past...that I get to see everyday...

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- Jennie

"Jennie! Jennie!"
He yelled, calling my name.

He had been following me for the several minutes after I walked out of the house's gate.

"What the fuck..."
I felt my feet halted on its own and can't take one more step.

I want to sit on the ground...
I want to suddenly faint or get to an accident.

"Jennie."
And there he reached me.

He grabbed my by my forearm...
All the fluids coming out of my eyes just continued endlessly.

He span me and pulled me for a hug.

I can sense few people passing by...
And some can recognize us.

"Jennie eonnie?"
Must be a blink.

"Is that Taehyung?"

"What happened?"

"They are cute but why does it feels like someone is hurt?"

Few questions that they might want an answer but...
Not even Taehyung bothered himself to notice.

"Why is he here?"
My hands went up, gripped on shirt.

I sobbed...
And comfortably let my emotions out with him.

"Why is he fucking back?"
I mumbled, and the more I ask and speak, the more painful it was getting.

I felt his palm touching my back, his warm touch comforts me a little.

"Jennie, let's walk a little."
He whispered with his manly tone.

He held me by my shoulders and looked at me, assuring that I can walk. I nodded and he pulled me to somewhere that no people are roaming around.

It seems like a garden...
A park, full of trees and empty benches are here.

My hands gripped on my own pants...
I am still sobbing and I can feel his eyes watching every tears falling from mine.

The way his presence lingers beside me feels like I want to just have a breakdown and let him see the fragile side of mine.

He is not uttering a single word...

"He left and now that we don't need him anymore, he's back."
The sobs are calming yet the tears are still streaming.

"Why is he even bragging that he owns a company?"
I asked...

"Money is not the only thing we need..."
I am starting to feel it again, my lungs are getting heavy and my chest is tightening as if it's I'm going to have a short attack.

"I need him before...Mom needs him. Family days, Father days, Christmas...every holidays. Mom's birthdays...my own birthday..."
My hands are getting reddish as I am still gripping bad on my own pants.