Jennie let out a raspy moan into Taehyung's ear, and it caused a myriad of shivers to race down his spine, spurring on his increasing libido, and he grunted in response, gradually gathering rhythm as his climax built in the depths of his very being. Jennie's moist body writhed beneath him, and the friction of damp
skin on skin heightened the mutual desire between both parties. Jennie mewled against his cheek, their warm breath mingling heat in the space between their bodies. Taehyung grunted as his thrusts grew deeper, and Jennie pressed her palm into the headboard as her hips rose to meet his, rubbing, grinding, rocking back and forth as he slammed into her warm sex. Reaching up he grabbed hold of a firm breast, kneading it gently with the heel of his hand, grinning when Jennie's moans of pleasure reached fever pitch.
"Fuck Jen" Taehyung groaned as his own climax drew near. He bucked hard causing another mewl to escape Jennie's chapped lips. Knotting his long fingers in her hair he ejaculated inside her, exploding with a lurge. Collapsing on top of her he mashed his forehand into her sternum, exhaling loudly as he tried to come down from his high. Jennie ran her hands through his curls, panting steadily in order to catch her own breath. Pushing himself up onto his elbows, he kissed her softly on the mouth, sucking her lower lip into his mouth for good measure. Jennie whimpered, tracing the outline of his jaw with intrepid fingers.
"I feel something for you that I can't explain", she whispered. Taehyung blinked slowly at her, brown orbs drinking in every single one of her features. Swallowing hard, his eyes dropped to her pillowy lips.
"You're beautiful", he said, kissing her gently, unable to get enough. Jennie blushed. Her skin glowed rosy in the mid afternoon light. The bedsheets clung to their moist flesh, and Taehyung peeled the covers off his legs as he got to his feet. Jennie rolled onto her side, hiding her body behind a mountain of duvet. Taehyung fixed his hair, extending his tall form as he he did so, and she couldn't help but blush at the sight of his exposed torso and slowly deflating penis. His dick was long.
"I've to go to the dance studio today", he announced, disappearing into the bathroom. Jennie blinked the sleep out of her eyes.
"How long will you be?"
She could hear Taehyung move about in the bathroom.
"Not long", he replied. "We need to prepare for the second stage of the competition".
"Okay"
Jennie couldn't help the nausea that settled in her gut at the realisation that she'd be left in the apartment alone again. The pipes groaned as Taehyung turned the shower on. The steady hum instilled a strange sense of relaxation within her. Kicking the blankets off her legs, she slipped into a light sleep, the warm scent of shampoo and perspiration lulling her into a soft slumber.
*
"No, the step is left, right, left and then drop" Hoseok relayed to the room as the formation collapsed, voice hoarse from barking instruction. He fixed his hair beneath his cap as he sighed towards the mirror. The music died in the speakers. Taehyung's legs ached. The other boys lay sprawled on the ground, desperately trying to salvage their breath. Jungkook pulled out a chair and dropped down next to Taehyung.
"How's the old 9mm working out?" he asked, voice low. Taehyung splashed water onto his heaving chest in an attempt to cool himself down.
"We haven't used it yet", he said, frowning at the unusual question.
"Ah ok ok", Jungkook replied. "How's Jennie getting on?".
Taehyung shot Jungkook a quizzical expression.
"She's fine".
"That's good", Jungkook continued.
"Why'd you ask?"
"Just checking in".
"Yeah, but why?"
"She looked pretty out of it yesterday night, that's all".
Jungkook joked, bumping Taehyung on the arm playfully. Taehyung cracked a wavering smile in his friends direction, finding the conversation strange. Ever since he'd fallen deeper into Jennie's past, the more he felt on edge, like he couldn't trust anyone, including his own crew members.
"Let's go, guys" Hoseok quipped, snapping Taehyung out of his thoughts. Jumping into position, Taehyung worked with the formation, playing his part in ensuring it went well and without a hitch. The song came to an end, and Hoseok concluded their practice session for the evening.
"The light's green", Taehyung cursed. "Go".
The car in front of him pulled out slowly into the junction and flicking on his indicator, Taehyung pulled a hard left and manoeuvred his way around the obstacle. The street was vacant as he tore down the dimly lit main road, muttering to himself as he did so. The cardboard taped over the window flapped as it got caught in the slip stream. He growled at the irritating sound, choosing to turn on the radio to drown it out. His phone rang at that moment and pulling into the hard shoulder, he cut the engine and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Tae?"
Taehyung froze when he recognised the voice.
"Jisoo?"
"Hey yeah it's me" she said. Taehyung could hear crackling and noise down the other end, and he frowned.
"You ok?" he asked, after a pause.
"I will be once you come and pick me up".
"Where are you?"
Jisoo gave him a vague location.
"I can meet you somewhere more local" Taehyung said, his stomach dropping the longer he spoke to Jisoo. She sniffed, and Taehyung could make out distinct scuffling and static coming from her line.
"No" she said. "Pick me up here".
"Can't you get a taxi?"
"No, please, Taehyung".
"Ok", he said, against his better judgement. "I'll be fifteen minutes".
Taehyung flicked his headlights on full beam as he crunched over gravel and dirt before halting at a rickety wrought iron gate. One side of the gate had been crushed inwards and it hung awkwardly on its hinges. A thick lock clanged against it in the breeze. He could smell fish in the air. Shipping containers appeared like giant robots in the shadows, and Taehyung couldn't shake the uneasiness that settled in his throat. He rang Jisoo. She didn't answer. He climbed out of the car and stood in the door, assessing his surroundings with extreme alertness. He was at the Briarwood Shipping Yard. The gentle sound of water lapping against the boats moored in the dock behind him freaked him out. Squaring his shoulders, he called Jisoo back. This time she answered the call. Her voice trembled.
"Tae".
"Yeah, Jisoo, where are you?"
"I'm coming towards the gate".
Taehyung sat back inside his car as he waited for Jisoo to make an appearance. When she made herself known, he revved the engine, eager to get back home to Jennie. Jisoo sat into the backseat behind him.
"Hi, thanks for coming" she said. Taehyung glsnced st her in the rear view mirror. She looked dishevelled. The stench of fish and alcohol permeated off her. He cracked a window. She met his eyes in the mirror.
"What were you doing out here?" Taehyung asked.
"Oh, I was with my boyfriend".
"Out here?"
"Yeah".
Taehyung slid his belt across his body, and put the car into drive, choosing not to push Jisoo about her whereabouts. He didn't know her like that.
"Where do you want me to-".
Taehyung couldn't finish his sentence. A thick plastic bag had been thrown over his head and his neck had been wrenched back into his seat. He could begin to feel his brain being starved of oxygen. He slapped uselessly at Jisoo's hands, desperate to relieve her hold on him, but to no avail. The grip around his neck tightened. Taehyung gasped against the plastic, feeling his own breath warm the inside the more he struggled. His lungs burned. The plastic dug into his epithelium as he tried to lunge forward. Jisoo refused to let up. His hands knocked against the steering wheel, the gearshift, anything to help his cause. He scrabbled at the sides of his seat, forcing his brain to muster a solution before he lost the battle. The gasping became more ragged. He could hear Jisoo grunt at the strenuous task, willing him to die. How was she this strong?
Taehyung's calloused fingers pushed against all the levers on the side of his seat, eventually pressing one that fired his seat backwards, crushing Jisoo's legs and knocking her backwards with a force, releasing her hold on the plastic bag. Taehyung tore the bag off his head and stumbled out of the car, wheezing and clutching for oxygen. He dropped to his knees, swallowing gulps of air to replenish his aching lungs. Jisoo climbed out of the car after a pause, pretty face marred with tears. Taehyung glared at her.
"What rhe fuck is wrong with you?" he stuttered.
"It was my boyfriend", Jisoo explained. "He made me do it".
"I don't want to hear it".
"Tae, please", Jisoo begged, voice catching in her throat. She crouched to his level.
"Why did you bring me here?"
"I had to".
Taehyung staggered to his feet, an agonising pain ripping through his torso with every move he made.
"You tried to kill me".
Jisoo sobbed. "You need to understand that it wasn't my fault".
Taehyung scowled. "You're a liar".
Jisoo stepped closer.
"Get away from me" Taehyung snapped.
"Please, you and Jennie need to go".
"How do you know about Jennie?"
"My boyfriend -".
A gunshot tore through the silence just at that moment and Taehyung's knees went from underneath him. He ducked down behind his car, staring wide eyed around him in order to locate the source of the noise. His ears rang. Jisoo lay dead at his feet.
