concept: fluffy / sweet & slight angst
modern au!
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a few months had passed ever since that happy memory, but things weren't going as they wanted it to be. she got bruises and wounds from her own fiancé. she had never thought he would go ballistic in his actionsㅡ behind that friendly mask, he had a psychopathic identity.
taehyung had warned irene so many times on not giving him too much trust; otherwise, she would get physically hurt. he hated seeing bruises on her limbs, shallow cuts on her face, it is getting too much now.
one day, irene had no choice but to secretly run away from the house that her and her fiancé lived in. running away from the house filled with atrocious memories. she got in the back of the car of jimin, with seulgi by his side. they are all heading to taehyung's place, because that is where irene wanted to go.
she gets the most comfort out from taehyung's words, from his actions. he was the friend that she can always rely on. as they arrived at his place, jimin and seulgi had helped her with her luggage, taehyung was in front of the house, quite confused. irene thanked, then waved goodbye at them, as they drove off.
as they put all the luggage in the house, taehyung couldn't help but worry about her. she was panting, and shaking from nervousity. after they all put the bags in, irene immediately sat on the living room couch and started sobbing.
taehyung sat next to her, putting his arm around her, rubbing slowly on her arm, in attempt to calm her down, "hey, what's wrong? why are you crying?", he asked, with a very sincere tone in his voice.
he then noticed the unordinary color on the skin of her leg. he lifted up her skirt a bit higher, only to see a huge bruise on her thigh, "who did this to you?!" , taehyung yelled, making irene flinched at the volume. she was looking down, not facing at his direction.
"bogum did this to you? is he abusing you again? answer me, irene!", taehyung demanded to know. this has been going on for months now. he could feel his head pounding from the amount of anger he is holding in. he sighed heavily and paced around in the living room.
irene then spoke softly, "i-i don't understand, what's wrong with himㅡ we we're fine when we dated, t-then..", she was cut off, as she was choking in her own tears.
he approached her, then cupping her petite face, she looked up to him as her eyes sparkled in her tears. "shhh, stop crying, baechu. i'll get to the bottom of this", taehyung said, as he wiped off her tears.
he turned away, starting to walk outside, but a grip on his wrist stopped him in his tracks. she then took off her ring, and gave it to him, "taehyung, please don't get brutal. i don't like you fighting again", she said, as she pouted innocently, as her eyes were glossy.
"i know", he flatly replied.
"but he has gone too far, irene. ever since both of you got engaged, he started to get abusive towards youㅡ a man isn't a man when he hits the girl he admittedly loves", taehyung said, as he loosened the grip from his wrist, then walking out of the door.
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taehyung drived to her previous place, where she had lived for a while. ever since she got in a relationship with him, he had moved in her place. but good thing, she made the right choice and leave him.
as soon he parked right outside the gate, he immediately went out of his car and stomped inside. as he twist the knob to open it, he realized it was lock, so he angrily kicked the door open.
"bogum, where the fuck are you?!", taehyung yelled loudly, probably loud enough for the next door neighbors to hear.
"come down here and face me, you son of a bitchㅡ how dare you do that to irene!", he yelled again.
he soon hears footsteps, coming from the top of the staircase, "well, if it isn't the bestfriend of my lovely fiancé", bogum voiced out.
as he reached the foot of the staircase, taehyung suddenly grabbed him from the collar of his shirt, "you fucking piece of shit, why would you do that to her, huh?", taehyung glared at him.
bogum just smirked, hands in his pockets, staying silent, "what are youㅡ mute? talk, bitch", taehyung cursed.
"i was reading out my written vows for our upcoming wedding, taehyung. i told her she is only mine. but, she started getting annoying, so i hit her back? it's just equality", bogum then laughed hysterically. taehyung scoffed and rolled his eyes, before he took his fist and punched him, sending bogum falling to the floor.
"i thought you truly loved her. she has been crying and crying, i saw her bruises. you have been abusing her and you tried to sell her fucking body to a gang?!", he got on top, and started to punch him repeatedly, not knowing when to stop.
"irene isn't a trophy that you could arrogantly show off, try to be more respectful, and you defending with 'equality'? shit, you are such a motherfucker", he said as he got up and shook the blood from his knuckles.
taehyung reached from his pocket, "and here's the ring, looks like you ain't seeing her in a white dressㅡ that's such a shame..", he said, throwing the ring at his body.
bogum then suddenly chuckle, coughing up blood, but he slipped out a few words in between groans, "irene may not be in my hands anymore.. but rememberㅡ that you are just a loyal bestfriend to her", he said laughing again.
taehyung ignored his remark and exited the place, as he got in the car and drive to his home quickly.
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he stomped in the house, rage is still flowing in his veins, he wanted to finish him off, but he knew it was the wrong thing to do. taehyung slammed the door behind him, and walk towards irene, "taehyung..", she stood up, and immediately hugged him, as she sobbed in his chest, leaving a wet stain on his shirt.
"baechu.. i talked to him, it's all fine now, you can stop crying..", he said, cupping her face, then wiping her tears away.
"thank you, tae. is there any way i can repay you for all the things you have done for me?", she asked. irene eyed him, waiting for an answer. taehyung couldn't help but stare deeply at her eyes, they sparkle so gorgeously just like from the day he met her. but his heart sank, when he saw that unlike the memory he recalled, those eyes reflected fear and anxiety.
he snapped out from thoughts, "no, there's no need for that. all i want is for you to keep on smiling", he said, a curve formed in his lips.
irene just stared at him, she wanted to do something for him after all the things that taehyung had done for her, "c'mon, smile", he said. she then let out a faint smile.
"there it is", taehyung said, smiling as he gave a little pinch on her cheek. he knew that she is still in pain, mentally, from that abusive relationship. but he is willing to fix her, make her feel alright againㅡ how could someone do this to an angel?
he furrowed his eyebrows when his gaze landed on the large bruise on her thigh, "i hate seeing this, let's put some ice on it, so it'll heal faster, okay?", he said, gestured irene to sit on the couch.
taehyung grabbed a small plastic bag, filled it with ice, and wrapped it in a thin cloth. he layed the pack of ice on her thigh gently.
"good thing the bruise isn't as severe as i thought it was..", he as he put more pressure on it
irene frown when she saw few of the tiny cuts and bruises at the back of his hands, "your knuckles..", she voiced out, weakly.
"i'm fine, irene", he responded.
she shook her head in disagreement, "no, taehyung. i know you're not fine", her voice was shaky but he could understand at what she is saying.
"i said what i saidㅡ now, please stop moving, i-"
"no, taehyung! you are obviously not fine! stop thinking about others, and start to think about yourselfㅡ please!", she yelled at him.
taehyung wasn't particularly shock, he is used at her yelling when she's mad. he sighed heavily, "but you are my priority, irene.."
"i care about you a lot, too. you know that, right?", she replied, taehyung looked up, and met with her loving gaze. "i've always thought you have taken my actions for granted", he said, frowning.
"well, you've thought wrong", irene smiled, sweetly at him. she blinked away her tears, trying not cry again.
"what is the point anyways?", taehyung asked, as he looked away, and continue to treat her bruise.
"the point is thatㅡ i've also fallen in love with you", she confessed. taehyung's eyes widened, in shock. his lips were slightly parted, he wants to say something, but nothing is coming outㅡ his brain was trying to process, yet he can't speak a word.
irene slightly giggled at his cute expression. she tangled her fingers in his blonde locks, as she said, "you honestly thought that i wouldn't figure out on who put those gifts on my desk, taehyung?"
"h-how did you-", he stuttered.
"who else knew about all of my favorite things? my favorite snack, even the brands, so i figured it was you", irene smiled, sweetly at him.
"why haven't you said anything?", taehyung asked, still confused.
"i actually don't knowㅡ i always have thought that, you just only see me as a friend.. i thought that you were just as excited as me about my engagement, and my achievements in lifeㅡ you are very caring and expressive to certain people when you know them personally, so i-", she was interrupted by a quick, sudden kiss on her lips.
he pulled away, "well, you also thought wrong", taehyung said, grinning. his hand made its way up on her cheek, caressing it gently. he then placed a kiss on. her forehead.
"you were always special to me, irene. remember that", he exclaimed. irene couldn't help but smile widely at his remark. in her previous relationship, she had always thought that she meant special, but turns outㅡ he was just using her for his benefit.
irene leaned closer and connected their lips. he was taken back at her action, but he didn't pull away. somehow, it felt right. it felt like as if everything is in it's right place.
taehyung closed his eyes, gripping her waist, pulling her closer for a deep, passionate kiss. irene pulled away slowly, and spoke with her beautiful, angelic voice, "i love you so so much, taehyung", he smiled lovingly, as he stare at her glittering eyes.
taehyung then replied, in his sweet, husky voice, "i also love youㅡ so so much" ♥
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a/n: hey, guys...
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yall want pt. 3 smut ???