#kimv

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summary | your boyfriend, kim taehyung, suffers from a secret; anger issues. He’s unable to control them, and you never know when you might become the victim of his blows. 

category | angst, sad, breakup!au

warnings | mentions of pregnancy, breakup, abuse, toxic relationship, anger issues, blood, physical damage 

word count | 1723

pairing | kth x fem reader

It had happened again. You groaned, looking up at the bright light that luminated your face, shielding your face with one hand.

"Mrs. Kim? Are you awake now?" You looked over to see a man in a lab coat, shining a flashlight in your face while anxiously looking at you.

"Dr. Heo," you sighed, rubbing your temples as you sat up. "What happened?"

Dr. Heo was your doctor at a local hospital. As you got injured quite frequently, he knew you very well and was kind enough not to go spilling the tea that you were being abused by your own husband.

Kim Taehyung was the sweetest, kindest person you knew. And you loved him with your whole heart. He wasn't a bad person; he was kind. He donated to charity, loved to play with kids, and healed people just by being near them. Everyone loved him. But nobody knew the dark side of your married life.

Taehyung had anger issues. It wasn't his fault. It wasn't anyone's fault. He was just born with a mental disorder that caused him to completely go out of his senses when he got angry. As much as he wanted to fix it, it was near impossible. He'd tried therapy, social distancing, and calming methods, but there were always times when he couldn't control himself. You wanted to help him, but being the person there for him sometimes meant that you were the victim.

The first time Taehyung had ever hurt you was when he slipped and fell down the stairs. He had an important award show that week, and he'd been practicing so hard for it. He was so excited that he'd rattled on and on about how amazing the performance was going to be. He bruised a spot near his tailbone, but at the time, all you could think about was how funny it was when he was grabbing his butt after bouncing down each step. It didn't ever occur to you that he could be in pain, so much pain that he had trouble performing. But that was the first thing he thought of.

"Why are you laughing?" He yelled at you, and it really startled you. He wasn't the type to ever yell. He stood up, limping, a murderous look in his eyes. "I have the most important performance to perform in three days, y/n. Three days! I've just told you how important that show is, but here you are laughing your a** off when I might destroy the entire show!" He screamed at you, and threw a vase at the floor. It shattered everywhere.

"Tae, stop," you muttered quietly, backing away from him. You were scared. So scared. As a child, you'd witnessed abuse between your mother and your father, so this wasn't something new to you. However, it was the first time YOU were being abused, and this wasn't something that you'd experienced.

"Stop? STOP? How am I supposed to stop myself from ruining the performance we've worked months on! Do you see me, y/n? This body is made to entertain people. I can't do that if I'm broken!" He roared, and shoved you to the ground. You let out a scream as your hands pierced the glass that had broken behind you, and watched, horrified, as blood oozed between your fingers.

"No... y/n." Taehyung rushed over to you, but you held up a hand. He stopped right where he was and watched as you began to sob, putting your head in your hands.

"You pushed me. You pushed me." You said, crying. All he could do was sit there blankly, trying his best not to cry with you.

The second time was much worse than the first. Taehyung had gotten mad at you for saving your ex's number on the back of your phone. It had been over a year, really, since you'd met your ex, and you'd honestly forgotten it was even there. But the consequences were extreme. He left the house immediately, a storm thundering down the apartment stairs. Hastily, you'd gone after him to apologize and explain what had really happened, but all he could see was anger. Without even thinking, he shoved you down the stairs. You had to get nine stitches in order to close up the wound on your forehead.

The worst part? It was always when Taehyung came up to you, crying, after the fight. He'd apologize over and over again and said that it was his mistake. He'd do such good things that it made it impossible to imagine how such a kind person could be such a monster.

This time was probably the worst accident that could've happened. You were four weeks pregnant, and he knew it. He'd been extra careful around you and had even decided to move out of the apartment so that he wouldn't hurt you. However, one late night, there was a knock on the door. You opened it to see a drunk Taehyung standing there, furious.

"How could you do this?" He sighed angrily. "How could you spend almost a thousand dollars on clothing? And with my bank account too? You have your own money that you earned. I have mine. Why can't you see? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SUCH A GOLD DIGGER?" He screamed the last part and punched you in the face. You curled up defensively on the floor immediately, muffling whimpers as he kicked you across your back and legs. Fortunately, you were able to protect your stomach, but you were at risk even as he left. You felt so much blood pouring out of you. You quickly dialed the hospital and they came just in time, leading you to be here.

Dr. Heo sighed and sat down across from you. "We were able to save the baby. It was at risk of dying, but your stomach seemed unscathed, so there wasn't a mark that could lead to further issues." He raised his eyebrows. "However, this isn't just the baby we're talking about. It's you. This is your body. You are the mother, and you must provide a safe environment for your child to live in. As of now, even though the baby isn't born yet, it's not in a safe place and it's life cannot be guaranteed. Neither can yours. Your body is the baby's home. And after the baby starts it's life, can you promise it a home filled with love and care? No. You can't. I suggest that your husband move out so that you can live in peace."

You looked at your feet silently as he talked. "Taehyung did move out. And I learned my lesson. I'm not going to open the door randomly for him. We've already talked about this."

Dr. Heo shook his head. "No, I mean permanently. Somewhere away, so that you won't be hurt. Forever."

You shook your head, crying. Of course, you'd thought about this a hundred times. You knew it was selfish of you to want to stay with Taehyung though it couldn't guarantee the baby's safety. But you didn't want to leave him. You loved him.

Dr. Heo sighed again. "Y/n, I've met Taehyung before. He cares about you so much and I can tell that you love him too. However, just because he's a good person doesn't mean he can't do bad things. If he really loves you enough, he will never allow you to stay with him, no matter how much you want to be with each other."

He left, letting you stay there in the hospital bed, crying and considering what might be the best future for you and your family.

Time Skip: Back from the Hospital

You'd called Taehyung a few hours ago, and he was coming to your apartment after work. You'd already made up your mind and knew what to tell him. In a way, you knew that Taehyung knew too. It was time to say goodbye.

A knock at your door startled you, and you hurriedly limped forward to open the door for him.

"y/n..." Taehyung whispered tearfully as he saw your bruised body. He faltered, opening his arms for you, but pushed them away so that you wouldn't be hurt.

You smiled sadly. "We both know what's coming, Taehyung." You said quietly. He knew what you were talking about, but immediately shook his head no.

"I can't, y/n. I promise I'll be the better guy. I won't-"

"Won't what? Hurt me?" You asked in a quivering voice. "How do you know that?"

Taehyung shook his body as he sobbed silently. You held back tears. "Taehyung, imagine this. Imagine this baby, your child, comes up to you one day. Sixteen years later, twenty years later, who knows? Imagine she says, 'Daddy, I didn't mean to laugh at my boyfriend, but I did. He was hurt, and I realized I was wrong, but he got angry and shoved me into glass. But he says he won't do it again. I can still be with him, right?'"

"Stop," Taehyung cried out.

You started to cry out loud. "Imagine your daughter comes home another day and tells you, 'Daddy, I tried to explain to my boyfriend that I wasn't cheating on him, but he accused me and pushed me down the stairs. I got nine stitches, but he promises he'll keep me safe. I can still stay with him, right?'"

Taehyung fell to his knees, tears streaming down both of your faces.

"Imagine this," you whispered quietly after a while. "Imagine your daughter saying, 'Daddy, I begged my husband not to hurt me and my baby, but he did. My baby and I almost died because of him. But he promises to be the better man and won't do it again. I can still stay with him, right?'" You and Taehyung sat there silently, crying, until finally, you spoke up. "Imagine that. Imagine everything I just told you as though it were happening right now. What would be your answer?"

KIMV ♡.

Kim Taehyung did THAT!

The melody, his voice and emotions....everything fits so so so well. My hands were literally shaking while listening to this. I can't believe we were really blessed with this masterpiece by a God himself.