bts imagines

seeing his hickey [k.th]

"hi baby." i greeted taehyung as i walked into our shared apartment. i spotted him sitting on the couch, scribbling down things on his notebook.
i made my way over to him and pecked his cheek, a gesture that he returned. i sat down beside him.
i noticed he was wearing a hoodie with the hood on, despite it being quite warm outside.
i shrugged it off.

"whatchya doing?" i asked.
"trying to write lyrics." he replied, running a hand through his thick, wavy hair.
"do you need something? a drink?" i offered.
"a coffee would be nice, thank you." he gave me a gentle smile before going back to work.
i pushed myself up and made my way to the kitchen.
after i finished preparing his coffee, i walked back into the living room and sat the cup down beside his notebook.

"thank you, angel." he let out a relieved sigh as he adjusted the hood on his head, before reaching over to grab the cup of coffee.
i stopped him.
without consent, i pulled down the hood off his head. i felt my heart stop as i noticed a fading, dark bruise on his neck.
"what the fuck is this?" i questioned. despite my attempt at speaking in a stern voice, my voice failed, cracking towards the end of my sentence.

"what are you talking about?" he tried to act clueless.
"this, taehyung. don't fuck with me." anger began flooding my sanity as i stared dead into his eyes.
he looked down at his neck, before raising his head to face me again.
"oh. my stylist accidentally burned my neck with a straightener." he tried to shrug off the topic, reaching for the cup of coffee once again.
does he think this is a joke?

i grabbed his attention once again.
"i know what a hickey looks like, taehyung. and i know for a fact i'm not the one who done it." my eyes began to glisten with tears as i searched taehyung's eyes for any sort of explanation.
but i found nothing.
"please. please explain or i'm going to walk out of this door and never see you again." i begged.
taehyung looked at me, his eyes softening at my breaking figure.

"i tried to push her off, y/n." he gently spoke, lowering his head in shame.
the more i stayed here, the more i felt suffocated.
"i'm sorry." he said.
i shook my head, a tear escaping my eye as i stood up, feeling my knees weaken.
i was about to grab my keys and leave, before i felt taehyung's arms firmly envelope me in a back hug, preventing me from moving any further.
"let me go." i tried shuffling my way out, but it was no use.

"baby, i'm so sorry. i didn't know you would actually believe me."
i froze. "what do you mean?"
taehyung spun me around. he made me watch as  he lightly rubbed the hickey on his neck. my jaw dropped more and more as i watched it wipe off completely.
it was makeup.
and he was fucking lying.
i began to punch his chest while speaking profanities. taehyung chuckled, not seeming affected one bit by my punches.

"you fucking dick. i thought you were being serious." i sniffed as i wiped the tears in the corner of my eyes.
taehyung said nothing but hugged me once again, tightly. he rested his head on top of mine.
"promise me you'll never do that to me again." I spoke into his shoulder, hugging him back.

"i promise."