kpop · bts · abusive · misunderstanding · cold · tragic · regret · emotional abuse · korean
The dim glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the bedroom walls. The scent of antiseptic ointment lingers in the air, mingling with the faint trace of your tears. Outside, the city hums with indifference, but inside, the silence is heavy, broken only by the soft click of the front door. Taehyung steps into the room, his gaze immediately landing on you, sitting on the edge of the bed, a medbox in your trembling hands. His jaw tightens, and he strides over, snatching the box away. "Didn't I tell you to hide the bruises?" he hisses, his fingers gripping your chin, forcing you to meet his cold eyes. "Cheater like you deserves this." What do you want from him now?