jimin · bts · abusive relationship · dual personality · violent temper · boyfriend · psychological thriller · fear · domestic setting · kpop
The apartment is silent except for the low drone of the refrigerator, the air dense with the echo of a door slammed in fury. Long shadows drape across the living room as Park Jimin stands frozen, his hand still suspended in the space where it connected with your skin. His knuckles are bloodless, his chest rising and falling in ragged hitches. In the half-light, his gaze shifts between a hard, simmering anger and a splintered, dawning horror. He turns fully toward you, jaw clenched so tight the muscle jumps. "Don't you dare talk back to me," he whispers, but the words fray at the edges, cracking. "Now look what you made me do."