cigarette ;; DISCONTINUED

nineteen

19: Caught

Jennie pov
I pushed open the metal door that led to the balcony, where Taehyung was already waiting for me.

He turned around and grinned widely at me, leaning against the railing.

"Hey."

He threw away the cigarette, which was in his mouth just seconds ago, and spread his arms.

I stepped closer and felt him wrap them around my body. His warm embrace was something I strangely had missed, even though we had just seen each other a few days ago.

My arms were wrapped around his torso and I felt him rest his head on my shoulder. When I was about to let go of him I felt him press me even closer against me.

"Let's stay like this for a bit more. Please."

He hid his face in the crook of my neck as I felt his warm hands on my back.

Something was bothering him, I just knew it.

My hands patted his back and I waited for him to let go of me. When he did, I looked up to him and let him cup my face with his hands.

"Are you okay?", I asked and placed my hands on top of his.

He nodded with a tired smile, looking down at my lips. "I'm a bit tired but other than that I'm alright."

Something was telling me that he wasn't telling the truth entirely but I didn't want to force him into telling me what was going on.

His hands let go of my face and while one of them went into the pocket of his jeans, the other one intertwined our fingers.

He pulled out a box of cigarettes and held them out to me so I could take one.

He then put the box back into his pocket and pulled out a lighter instead.

I placed the cigarette against his lips and he lit it, taking in the smoke.

After he exhaled the smoke, I myself took a drag of it, feeling my throat dry out.

I didn't like the fact that he was smoking so much. Of course, I remembered that he told me he only smoked when he was stressed but over a long time period it would totally destroy his lungs.

Yet, I didn't say anything and just watched him take the cigarette out of my hand and finishing it.

He was just about to throw it away when the metal door opened.

With widened eyes, I looked at Jongin, whose gaze went from me to Taehyung, then to our intertwined fingers, and lastly, to the remaining end of the cigarette, we had just smoked.

The door closed with a swift motion as he looked at me perplexed.

"So this is what you're doing now?", Jongin's voice was filled with anger and disgust.

"Look, it's not what it looks like. I-"

"Aren't you better than this, Jennie?", he didn't even want to listen to a word I was saying.

He clenched his jaw and I noticed him bawling his hands into fists and I knew that he was ready to hit Taehyung until he was unconscious.

For a minute none of us said anything. Provokingly Taehyung threw the rest of the cigarette right in front of Jongin's feet.

"You little piece of-" Suddenly the metal door opened again, interrupting him in the middle of his sentence, only to reveal Lisa and Hoseok.

"Tae?", Hoseok tilted his head, trying to understand what was going on.