WHAT HAPPENED TO US ? | KTH FF

CHAPTER 29

"YN, please open the door," Taehyung pleaded, his voice laced with concern. YN's sobs intensified, her body trembling with each stifled cry. "YN, please don't force me to break in," he said, his voice firm, a hint of warning in his tone.

Feeling cornered, YN slowly got up from the floor and unlocked the door. Taehyung immediately barged inside.

YN stepped back, her eyes wide with apprehension as Taehyung approached her. He looked at her, his eyes filled with concern and a deep, unspoken apology. The sight of her, so fragile and broken, tore at his heart. Without a second thought, he pulled her into a tight embrace.

YN flinched as his arms encircled her, the contact momentarily exacerbating the pain from the bruises hidden beneath her clothes. Taehyung, oblivious to her discomfort, held her close, his heart aching for her. He assumed her tears were a result of the news about his impending marriage.

YN didn't return the embrace, her body stiff and unresponsive. Taehyung, confused by her sudden withdrawal, gently caressed her hair, attempting to comfort her. But YN remained still, a chilling distance growing between them.

As he pulled away, the warmth of his body vanished, leaving YN shivering. A low moan escaped her lips as she winced in pain.

"Ah!" Taehyung's eyes widened in alarm. He couldn't ignore her pain any longer. Last night, she had seemed fragile, but he hadn't realized the extent of her suffering. His arms tightened around her waist, instinctively pulling her closer. As he did, a small scream of pain escaped her lips. The bruises on her skin were clearly not visible, a testament to the physical abuse she had endured.

Taehyung's heart sank. He had caused her enough pain, and now he realized that her emotional distress was intertwined with physical suffering.

"YN?" Taehyung's voice was a low, urgent whisper. YN understood the unspoken question in his eyes. She had to explain, but the fear of her stepmother's wrath held her tongue.

She gently pushed against his chest, trying to distance herself. "I..." she began, her voice trembling. But Taehyung, sensing her distress, held her wrists firmly, preventing her from retreating.

YN looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling uncontrollably. "I..." she choked out, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Taehyung, seeing her distress, knew he couldn't let her suffer any longer. Without hesitation, he scooped her up in his arms, his strong arms supporting her weight. YN gasped, startled by his sudden action. She clung to him, her body trembling against his.

He gently placed her on the desk, pushing aside any obstacles that might cause her discomfort. Then, he pulled her close, his arms encircling her protectively. YN flinched, her body instinctively recoiling from his touch. She tried to hide her neck area in the scarf, shielding herself from his intense gaze.

Taehyung, noticing her discomfort, gently held her hands, his touch firm but gentle. YN's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She tried to pull away, but his grip was strong, unwavering.

"What are you hiding from me, YN?" Taehyung demanded, his voice laced with concern and a hint of frustration. YN tried to pull her hands away, but he held them firmly, his grip tightening slightly.

Suddenly, she winced, a sharp cry escaping her lips. Taehyung's eyes widened in horror. He had inadvertently pulled her scarf, causing it to rub against the bruised skin on her neck. He saw it then - faint streaks of blood staining the white fabric.