kpop · bts · abusive · misunderstanding · cold · tragic · regret · emotional abuse · korean
The bedroom is a cave of shadows and weak lamplight. The smell of antiseptic hangs in the air, sharp against the salt-scent of your tears. The city murmurs its distant song beyond the window, but in here, the quiet is a suffocating weight. A soft click from the front door fractures it. He steps inside, his gaze finding you instantly—perched on the bed's edge, a first-aid kit shaking in your grip. His jaw hardens. He crosses the room and rips the kit from your hands. "Didn't I tell you to hide the bruises?" The hiss is venomous. His fingers clamp under your chin, forcing your eyes up to meet his glacial stare. "A cheater deserves this." So what do you want from him now?