BTS Imagines

Taehyung Pt.1

WARNING : Violence

For those who still want to read this, I suggest you to not refer yourself as the 'you' but imagine that it is someone's POV because I don't want you to imagine that you are being abused or being treated badly. I still wrote 'you' because it is just hard for me to change the POV and if I do, the whole story will sound weird.
So yeah, enjoy.

You had been crying for few nights. Your eyes were swollen and you would need to use thick layer of concealer before going to school unless you wanted to gain everyone's attention. You sometimes skipped school after the first break and just stay in the restroom or hide in the empty class at the end of the corridor.

You never shared your problems to anyone. Because you didn't trust them. You always had the thought in mind that you shouldn't trust other people because you had been betrayed many times. Your parents often fight and they rarely came home and your boyfriend just cheated on you with your bestfriend but they didn't know that you knew everything. You were too scared to confront them.

You were walking back to your class after you made sure everyone had gone home when suddenly you saw someone inside your class. You were about to run and hide but you had accidentally pressed the door handle, creating a creaky noise which caught the student's attention. He turned his head towards you and got up from his chair. You froze as the door swung open.

"Y/n? Where were you?"

"I.. um.. I was in.. the class."
You quickly covered your mouth. You almost revealed your usual hiding place.

"Class? But you were not here."
He narrowed his eyes.

Yeah, not this class. I just don't want to tell you where I hid. You said in your mind.

"H-how do you know?"

The guy in front of you was not your classmate so he wouldn't know if you were not in the class.. maybe.

"I was waiting in front of your class but I didn't see you walking out of the class after the bell rings."

You're caught but you tried to act normal and avoided his question.
"But why were you here in the first place?"
You pointed at him.

"Detention. The teacher told me to clean all the classes."

"Oh my.."
You covered your mouth. You would faint if the teacher told you to do that.

"Actually I only need to make sure the tables and chairs are well-arranged. Sweeping and mopping are not my job."
He waved his hands irritatedly as he mentioned those tasks which he clearly didn't like.

"Oh. Let me help you with that then, Taehyung."
You walked past him as you took a chair.

"That's fine if you want to go home."
He said as he scratched his head.
"I can do it by myself."

"Just trying to help."
You said as you pushed a table to its place.

"Uhm okay. Thanks."
He said as he picked up a piece of crumpled paper from the floor.

As he helped you to arrange the tables, he looked straight into your eyes and pointed at them.

"Hey, what's wrong with your eyes?"
He chuckled and jokingly said.
"Beaten up, huh?"

You nodded and he stopped what he was doing.

"Really?? Who? Did they hurt you anywhere else?"
He said as he checked your arms.

"My feelings."

Taehyung nodded a little and hummed after knowing what you meant.

"Is that why you skipped classes?"

You nodded.

"Looks like the problem isn't just it. What happened?"

"Who do you think you are so that I can trust you and tell all my problems to you?"
You snapped and you let out a heavy breath as you stormed out of the class.

Taehyung was confused. And somehow he really wanted you to spill everything so he could at least try to help you. He decided to follow you home.

You arrived home faster than usual because you took big steps as you stomped when you get angry or irritated. You saw a black car parked in front of your house and you immediately knew that your parents were home. You were kinda happy but no, all they did was fight so it was no use. You were only going to hear their arguments all the time. And your predictions were true. You heard loud sounds and yells coming from your house.

You took a deep breath before slowly opening the door to be welcomed by a plate flying towards you. You quickly slammed the door close again but a broken piece made a small yet painful cut on your cheek. You opened the door again with shaky hands and saw your parents yelling at each other. From their argument, you assumed that your mother was mad at your father for cheating with another woman.

And everything happened in a flash. You suddenly felt dizzy seeing all these things happening in your house. You didn't really know what they were saying because it was unclear but suddenly your father pointed at you and yelled at your mother. He took a vase and aimed it to your mother's face. He threw it but she quickly dodged it but now the vase was aimed to your face.

You couldn't dodge it so you covered your face with your arms as you screamed. The vase hit you and you fell to the floor. You cried as your vision started to blur.