dear you, | taennie ff

t w e n t y .

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at night

third person's pov

taehyung was getting ready to sleep. he changed his normal clothes to his blue bunny pajamas. when he was changing, he looked at himself in the mirror. he faced backwards and tried to see the tattoo.

"gosh, it's real." taehyung murmured and sighed.

"stop trying to deny the fact that you have my name written at your back too, taehyung."

jennie's voice kept playing inside his head. he regretted the fact that he didn't ask about the tattoo on his back.

he suddenly remembered about her screaming for help, drowning. it was the same time when taehyung's back stinged.

flashback

"argh!" taehyung screamed as his back stinged.

"what was that?" my brother asked.

"i don't know, it just. hurts."

"HELP! HELP!"

end of flashback

"this is giving me a headache," taehyung said as he rubbed his temples.

he took off his furry slippers and lift his legs to his bed. he stretched his arms and quickly turned off the yellow lamp beside him. he put his head on his pillow.

unfortunately, he couldn't go to sleep. his body was tired but his mind was awake, basically every teenager experiences that (except the author who just sleeps in 3 seconds). he turned his body left and right, to get his comfortable position. slowly, his eyes were slowly closing, making taehyung drifting off to dreamland.

taehyung's pov

"taehyung."

i opened my eyes seeing a girl with brown straight silky hair, smiling at me.

"jennie." i said as i smiled back.

"i didn't finish the story, taehyung," she said while offering her hand.

i took her hand and stood up.

"look at that bench," she said as she pointed at a very normal wooden bench.

"that's the same bench we sat in the last dream," i said.

"exactly."

"so?"

"doesn't it look familiar?" she asked me.

oh—

"is it the same bench that we met last time?"

"bingo!" she said and giggled.

"what's so special about it though? it's just a bench." i said.

"it's not an ordinary bench—"

"oh is it a bench that grants you wishes?" i asked, my eyes were sparkling.

"no, silly!"

i frowned and crossed my arms.

"that's the same bench that we met for the first time."

what?

"wait, when we met for the first time it was in the canteen!" i replied.

jennie smiled and said, "you haven't heard the full story then?"

"yeah you didn't finish it last time."

we went to the wooden bench and sat down.

"now where was i?" she said thinking, "oh yes."

"a girl and a boy were sitting down under a cherry blossom tree. the boy confessed to the girl and they were in a relationship for a couple of years. but one day, the boy was going on a dinner date with his girlfriend. so he took a taxi since his parents weren't at home. unluckily, the driver that was bringing him, was drunk. the car crashed into a big tree," jennie explained halfway of the story.

"what happened with the boy?" i asked her.

"the driver went to jail after receiving his treatment. the boy was unconscious. he had comma for weeks and weeks. his girlfriend visited him every after school and stayed in the hospital in the weekend. she would hold his hand, praying he would wake up very soon."

"did he wake up?"

"yes, but he forgot everything."

"like everything?"

"yes, everything."

the story that jennie was telling seems connected with the question which was highlighted pink in my biology book.

wait—

"jennie," i called her.

"yes?"

"is the boy perhaps uhm—" i was afraid to ask her the question.

"ask away taehyung."

"is the boy perhaps to be uhm. . .

me?"

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(a/n: is anyone dead due to jennie being blonde even though it's a wig?

i mean i was found dead for a couple of day since that photo was uploaded HAHA

can't wait for KILL THIS LOVE
or should i say KILL THIS AUTHOR:") )