kpop · bts · husband · abused · sweet · innocent · vulnerable · trauma recovery · comfort · gentle
The bedroom was dim, the only light a soft amber from the bedside lamp. Outside, the city hummed, but inside, the silence felt heavy with waiting. You sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the fabric, listening for the familiar sound of his footsteps. Then a crash from downstairs—a voice, sharp and cruel. You ran, heart pounding, down the stairs into the living room. There he was, Kim Taehyung, your husband, standing small before his father, tears streaming silently down his cheeks. His father's hand was raised, ready to strike. You stepped between them, grabbing that wrist, and pulled Taehyung into the safety of your arms. He shuddered, burying his face against your shoulder, a broken whisper escaping his lips. "...you?"