LITTLE BIT OF YOUR HEART

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Jennie mom slowly shut the door and walked towards the bed with soundless steps.

She quietly laid down, and pull the duvet over her body. She closes her eyes while sighing deeply.

But, her breath hitched as she thinks that Taehyung was smelling like alcohol.

That means he was drunk!

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Jennie abruptly raised her head from her place and looked at Taehyung, who was kneeling on the ground with the slouched neck.

She feels a sudden rush to go and hug him, and tell him all the things that were hurting her.

And she does, so she get up.

But, she felt dizzy, and her knees gave out.

The loud thump of her back hitting the mattress, wake Taehyung senses.

"Jennie!" He said and looked towards her with a sad yet hopeful glint.

She was all slump in her bed, she can't move her body. It feels like all her energy was drained out after he called her.

Jennie can't move her limbs, her eyes were dry so does her throat. She wants to cry but she can't.

She wants to yell, break things, tell the world to stop, tell the time to take a pause but all she can do was to numbly look at the ceiling.

When did her life turn like that?

10 years ago she was so happy that he finally got to be the part of YG, she still remembers the hurt that she felt when she broke up with her boyfriend at that time.

But, now she was regretting ever choosing to be part of that place, she was regretting her every decision, and she was regretting loving Taehyung.

Taehyung.

Just his name was enough to make her feel warm and secure inside.

She finally gathers enough courage to get up, but all her actions were as slow as a snail.

Jennie can feel her tears leaking from her eyes, she can feel the slight burn in her eyes that was due to the number of tears that she had shed.

And then she raised her tired eyes towards Taehyung, "Wh- Who are you?" She whispered.

Taheyung was left speechless over her question, but hIs drunk wasn't processing anything.

"Wh-Me?" He pointed towards himself with quivering lips.

Jennie nodded, the moonlight that was coming from her window was making him look ethereal.

Somewhat angel! A masterpiece, a forbidden thing. His skin was glistening because of the tears but it wasn't making him look ugly.

It was making him look untouchable. But Jennie has tainted him, with her dirty hands and deeds.

What dirty hands! What deeds?

She heard her inner voice, but she was lost in her own world.

"Yes! You," She said.

Jennie rubs her arms and getup, the room was becoming colder and colder.

She came to sit in front of him, with her knees bend under her. Hands limping on her sides.

They both just stared into each other eyes, for what feels like an eternity.

His eyes were sad, the once fuller cheeks of his now gone. And he looks broken and sad.

And then she smelled the alcohol. He was drunk, form the way he smells, the way he looks.