Jennie's POV

"Hey, are you okay? Talk to me, please..." I heard Taehyung mumbled but I was too shocked to even respond, and what just happened haven't sunk in yet.

After Chaeyoung had a breakdown, it didn't take long for me to realize that her boyfriend once again fucked up and the sight of one of my best friend bawling in tears wrecked me. She was in pain and so are we.

Chaeyoung is so precious, so pure, and seeing her losing herself for a man is something I can't easily accept, not because I think lowly of her but because I want to believe that she is stronger than how she thinks she is.

Seeing her so helpless like that made me snap and in an instant, I have sent thousands of curses towards Kim Taehyung in hopes that he will deliver the message to the devil itself. However, they had the decency to show themselves on our doorstep.

I was so ready to kill Park Jimin the moment I saw him, Taehyung and Yoongi oppa coming in but before I can each reach the guy, Taehyung pulled me into a hug which shook my entire system into a frenzy.

Before I can even understand what is happening, he had already pulled me inside of my bedroom, I'm not even sure how he knew where my room is because I don't remember telling it to him.

And why would I?

Too shocked at what Taehyung did, I found myself sitting in the corner of my bed with him facing me. My rocked state is fully aware of how his soft hands were cupping my cheeks.

And it surprises me.

I am surprised at how my body is reacting to his touch. It was like an electric current suddenly hit my body, traveling my very veins until it reaches a specific focal point within me but I'm not sure where and how. The only thing I am aware of is how fast my heart is pounding inside my chest and how my inside went frenzy when he hugged me, the tingling sensation within me leaving me all lost and confused.

"Why?" I whispered and my hands reached for his. He looked surprised at the sudden contact but I'm pretty sure it wasn't even close to half what I am feeling right this moment.

Our position probably looked so weird from afar. He was cupping my cheeks while my hands rested on his.

"Huh? He asked and I gulped.

"Why did you hug me?" I asked him and I can't determine if I was expecting to hear something from him or I just wanted to know the reason why he did it. Nevertheless, I need to have an answer. because if I don't. I'm not even sure I can let this incident pass.

"Ahm," he was avoiding my gaze and for some reason, I was starting to be pissed off.

It's just a hug, Jennie. Don't be too overly sensitive about it.

His eyes were all confused and I don't want to be burden with something like this. I got it. He probably did it because of Jimin. And it made my blood boil even more.

Before he can even think of an excuse, I decided to cut him off. "Nevermind. You don't need to explain," I snapped at him and I heard him sigh.

"Jennie, this is their problem. You can't always meddle with them. They have to talk it out and settle it on their own," he mumbles and I know he's right. I know that it's their problem and it's there to fix but the stubborn me refused to accept that fact.

I know and I understand his point. But it's hard for me to take it in especially every time I see my friends hurting like that. It's killing me and if I can, I'd take all those pain away.

From the very start, I have been against their relationship. But Chaeyoung loves him and I can't take away that little happiness that she's feeling. I'd rather keep my anger to myself than see Chaeyoung be broken.

"I told you to tell your friend to keep his shits together. You're not the one seeing Chaeyoung breaking down. You didn't see her almost fainting because of the pain she's feeling. You didn't see her lose her appetite because all she thinks about is how your friend had hurt her. You don't know anything!" I painfully released all of my stress to him and his eyes softened at my words.

"Jennie, I know that she is hurting, and please trust me when I say I also hate what's happening. But I know Jimin loves your friend so much. Please give them a chance," he whispered and I can't help it, my lips started quivering, the corners of my eyes started getting teary.

"We all work so hard for this," I told him. All my worries now dawning in front of me. The truth is, I was scared. I was scared that my friends wouldn't be able to handle everything and I would end up being alone. This, Blackpink, I can't see myself being without them. They are my family and seeing my family hurting feels like I'm dying inside.

I didn't know I was already shaking until I felt him pulling me, his arms wrapped around my body and his hand was rubbing my back as he tries to calm me down.

I don't want to cry.

The Jennie everyone knows never shows her weak side. The Jennie they know was sassy, strong, and independent. And I'm determined to keep it that way.

But these fucking tears won't stop. And it scares me even more.

He pulled away from me a little while he gently brushes the tears continuedly streaming down my cheeks. My eyes will definitely be swollen tomorrow.

Normally, I don't let people see me like this. I don't want them to see how vulnerable I am, even to my friends. To them, I wanted to be the strong one, the one who will fight for them if someone tries to put them down.

Jennie is not like this. She's not weak.

"Fuck, why won't it stop?" I asked myself, helpless about the situation. My hands tried to reach for my cheeks and it embarrasses me that Taehyung is the person who is seeing me in my weakest state.

"Stop staring at me," I told him. I don't need anybody's pity.

But he didn't budge. Instead, he continuously wipe away the tears on my cheeks and I must admit that it's making me feel a little better.

"Go home. You don't have to do this," I told him, my confidence sinking deeper and deeper into the ground. The idea of him being able to hold something against me like this makes me feel even weaker.

"No. I won't go until you are okay. Don't stop yourself from crying, Jennie. Let it all out if you need to." he whispered and I scoffed.

"I don't want to seem weak," I told him and he shakes his head at my words.

"Crying doesn't mean you're weak. If not, it means you're strong enough to accept the fact that there is something wrong, that you are hurting. Cry all you want, GUCCI. I won't judge you. The truth is, I admire you even more and I am the envy of you," he stated and my brows furrowed at his words.

I was still crying but I can't help but stare at his beautiful face.

"I admire you because you're not afraid to express yourself. You're not afraid to fight for the people you care about. You know what you want and what you don't. You know your priorities and you know where you want yourself to be. Jennie, look at me." he whispered and I gulped., the way my name sounded from his lips send shivers through my body.

"Don't ever think that you are weak just because you are crying. It's okay to break down sometimes. It's okay to show that you're hurting because you are. It's okay to show your true self to people. It's okay to be you..." and I felt my heart flutter at his words.

He sounded so sincere like he means every single word that he said.

He sounded human.

And I don't know what got me but the next thing I knew, I was already leaning closer until my lips claimed his.

He was frozen from his spot, his eyes widened while I closed mine. And it didn't take long for him to respond because the next thing I felt was his other hand on the back of my head as he pulled me even closer. His lips started moving and a moan escaped my lips as he hungrily devoured mine.

My hands landed on his chest, my lips following his every movement.

His lips, they taste so good, and it was addicting.

Another moan escaped me when I felt his tongue gaining access inside my mouth, exploring them in an expert manner. I was too lost over the drug that is him, I found myself biting his lower lip. a growl escaping his mouth.

And that was more than enough to wake me up from my addicted trance.

I pulled away and he looked at me confused, his eyes lost and my heart skipped at the glint I was seeing on his eyes.

We were both hungry but it hit both of us.

"I--," he supplied as he put his hands down, a sudden feeling of emptiness hit me.

My cheeks were probably blushing and the loud beating of my heart made it harder for me to focus on what he just said.

We kissed.

We fucking kissed.

At that, I found myself speaking my thoughts out loud.

"Holy shit," I exclaimed.