(Y/ns pov)
I covered my face with my hands as I started to cry,Tae gently kissed my forehead "I'm s-sorry you got hurt. It's my fault I'm sorry" I cried out he held me close as I cried "please don't blame yourself it's not your fault" I tried to stop myself from crying but I couldn't the feeling that the one I love got hurt because of me, makes my heart ache. "Y/n please try and calm down" I pulled away from his hug to wipe my tears. Taes hand cursed my cheek and he placed a soft kiss on my lips "I'll order pizza and then we can talk" he left to call as I sat on the bed I looked down at my phone 'no messages,I guess they got scared about Somone else finding out that they abused me, 'abused' parents for abuse I never thought it would be over' I smiled to myself.
Tae walked back in with a box of pizza and sat on the bed."I'll go get some paper plates" he said walking back out of the room "have they texted you at all?" He asked walking back in the room handing me a plate. "No, I think they're scared knowing someone else knows about the abuse"
He nodded his head placing down his pizza. "I called my parents...They said that you can stay with us." I looked up at him "really? That easy?" "Ya, my parents have a job that they have to travail a lot. So they thought it would be good for me to have some company" he smiled as he ate his pizza. We talked and ate pizza for a good hour. Before we started to clean up."do you want to start unpacking your stuff" he asked smiling still full on energy "sure" I smiled, he took my hand running back to his room or now our room to unpack.
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The end{Hi I hope you liked the book and if you want to read some of my other story's I have an Instagram for bts imagines @ tah_namjoon}
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| physical abuse | Taehyung x reader
Fanfictiony/n and tae have been friends for the longest time,but they were split apart when they were adopted. but when they meet again at a new school something changed with y/n and tae finds out what's been happening to y/n behind closed doors