Saved by Him : Kim Taehyung (BTS's V) FanFic

Chapter 9

"Miyoung?" I heard.

I opened my eyes and saw Taehyung laying beside me. I was on my side and my muscles were all tense from laying on this side for so long.

I moved my arm but my back instantly stung of pain. I groaned and Taehyung cupped my cheek.

"You can't move until your back heals a little bit." he whispered.

"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" I asked.

"I'm fine. He didn't touch me." he replied.

I nodded and looked at the time. It was already 4pm! I grabbed my phone and turned it on, looking at the notifications.

I had a few texts from Jiho and ten missed calls from Taehyung.

I opened my text messages and read Jiho's.

"Are you okay?"

"Where are you?"

"What did you do?"

"Who are you with?"

I immediately replied and told him that I was fine and was with my boyfriend.

There was a knock on the door and the door opened. I looked up and saw Jimin.

"Hi Jimin." I smiled.

"Don't scare me like that." he said, tears falling from his eyes.

"I'm okay though." I said, wiping his tears.

"Noona." Jungkook said.

I wiped his tears and looked at everyone gathered in the room. It was like I was dying or something.

"Yah. I'm not dying so why are you all crying?" I said.

"Just, when we saw you last night at the hospital. We were really scared." Jin spoke up.

"Well thank you for being so concerned about me." I smiled.

Namjoon nodded and walked out the door. Everyone else followed, leaving Taehyung and I together.

"What should we do today?" I asked.

"Let's try to get you up without causing any pain." he said.

I nodded and he stood up, grabbing my arms. I slowly slid my legs off the bed which didn't hurt too much. I put my feet on the ground and pushed myself up but my back hurt so much that I lost control and fell onto the bed.

"Ah.. It hurts really bad." I said, holding my back.

"It's okay. It'll heal." Taehyung said.

"What happened to my dad?" I asked.

I wanted to know.

"After the doctors saw your back they knew something was wrong. So they called the police. I didn't tell them anything though because I knew you wanted to do it. So I sent them away and told them to come back another day." he explained.

I nodded and thanked him.

"Do you want to try again?" he asked.

I nodded and he helped me up, this time it get even more but I pushed myself to get up. I couldn't just stay in bed the whole day. I had to do something.

I walked into the living room and I was already sweating and crying from the pain.

"Unnie!" Dahee shouted.

She ran up to me and I saw her swollen eyes.

"Dahee, why were you crying?" I asked.

"I saw what dad did to you." she sniffled.

"I'm okay though." I smiled. She nodded and I wiped her tears.

She sat in the couch and continued working on her homework.

"Well, what can I do?" I asked Taehyung.

"Nothing. Just sit and watch TV." he said.

"Oh! Taehyung! Why don't we bring her to our studio and she can spend the day with us there?" J-Hope suggested.

"I would love that." I smiled.

"Me too." Dahee added.

Taehyung shook his head. "No. She can't move that much or else the stitches will rip."

"Let me go Taehyung! I'm just walking there! I'll stay put for the whole day after we get there. I promise." I said.

He huffed and nodded. "Okay."

Dahee packed up her homework and brought it along with her. We walked down to the main floor and walked down a few blocks. It was painful alright but I didn't want the boys seeing it. I didn't want them to feel like they did something wrong. Especially Taehyung.

We walked down a flight of stairs and they opened a door. Inside was a practice room that I saw online all the time.

"Oh my goodness!!! I'm finally here!" Dahee squealed.

I internally squealed but smiled on the outside. Taehyung helped me sit down on their couch in the corner and got Dahee a little bottle of strawberry milk.

"What should we practice boys?" Jin asked.

J-Hope brought out chairs and I knew immediately what they were going to practice. They all got into their positions and started the music. They started dancing and singing along.

They practiced it again and again because Taehyung couldn't keep a straight face. It took them five times to get it so he wouldn't stop laughing.

My phone buzzed and I checked it.

Help me.

It was from Jiho. My eyes widened and I texted him back.

"Where are you?"

"I'm at my house. Your dad just left. I can't move."

I immediately tried standing up. I got halfway and stood up although there was so much pain.

"Miyoung, what are you doing?" Taehyung asked.

I ignored them and walked up the stairs slowly. By the time I got outside the boys were already behind me. I didn't mind if they came.

I walked to Jiho's house which wasn't far from here and rang the doorbell. No one answered so I twisted the doorknob. The door automatically opened and I stepped inside.

"Jiho?" I shouted.

My phone buzzed and I checked it.

"Downstairs."

I walked down the stairs and opened the door. I saw Jiho lying there. His back was all bloody and the floor around him was stained with red.

"Jiho!" I shouted, trying to quickly walk up to him.

"He did this to you too? Yesterday?" he asked.

I nodded and slowly kneeled down.

"I'm so sorry." I cried.

"I shouldn't have went to him. I shouldn't have showed him the picture." I cried.

"It's okay. I kind of put that pressure on you. It's my fault. I brought it upon myself." he replied.

I hated my father with a passion now. He has no right to go around beating whoever he wants. I helped Jiho up and as we walked up the stairs, I was determined to reveal what my father has been doing and decided to let him rot in jail forever.