* Emotional Abuse
* Blood

You knew when he didn't pick up your calls or reply to your texts that something was up. You thought of a million different scenarios but you never thought that he would be the type to cheat. He had made himself clear that kindness was in his makeup, looking back, you were certain it was a cosmetic manipulation.

Because he is most certainly not kind, atleast not kind to you.

"I was drunk," he had groaned, rolling his eyes at the hysterics of it all. He couldn't understand why you were making such a big thing about it. "You weren't there and some girl that looked like you was. You should be flattered, I was thinking about you the whole time."

"What?" you scream, throwing the takeout food you got him all over his bedroom. "Taehyung, what the hell!?"

"Stop throwing food around, calm down will you?" he shouts back.

His room still reeked of sex and her perfume, how could you possibly calm down. Throwing the bag of noodles at his far will, you tremble with anger. Noodles flew around his room, splats of oil and tomato landing across your dress as you animate your hurt. "You cheated on me because your neighbour looked like me and it's not your fault? So is it mine?"

Mascara drips down your face from the tears that couldn't be stopped. You throw everything within grab at him; his cologne, his wallet, his water bottle, you loved him. "How could you?"

You swear you did.

"Calm down woman!" he shouts, shielding himself behind a pillow. "It's not my fault, she hit on me!"

"Are you serious?" You stare disbelievingly at him. "How does that make any sense to you?"

Shrugging his shoulders, he drops the pillow to yawn into his palm as though he were disinterested already. "Well, it's the truth." he says. Light brown strands of his hair stick out in all directions as he rubs his bare chest with the other hand. "Look, I only wanted to sleep with you but you had to go ahead and get all needy on me."

"Needy? I loved you! I thought you loved me too!" Tears begin to form as you stare at Taehyung, your boyfriend of 6 months. You can feel your blood pressure rising with every second he stares at you without response. "You asked me to be your girlfriend. You even wanted me to meet your family! you fucking jerk!"

"You were hot, I'm sorry," he shrugs, grinning at you as though this was just some casual conversation between friends. "And you make killer food, why should I kick a girl out of my apartment who cooks for after a one night stand and the food actually tastes good? You've got a talent my darling, you should put it to good use."

"What?" You frown, shaking with a fury hotter than the sun. "Excuse me?"

"You're a good cook," Taehyung says, staring at you, wondering what you're going to say or do next. "Never had a girl cook me fish for breakfast before, definitely a first for me. Probably going to be the last to be honest."

"I can't believe..." Turning to his fishbowl beside you, you bite your bottom lip. "Well, can't hurt to have a good breakfast before you never see me again. You want some fish?"

Taehyung looks between you and his fish bowl, suddenly mortified. You wouldn't, would you? "Please tell me that you aren't going to do what I think you're going to do because if you kill Mr. Fishie, I will never forgive you."

"You never fed him Taehyung and I found him floating in his fish tank a month ago. I flushed him down your toilet and you've never even noticed. Should've taken that as a warning sign actually because you're such an asshole," You step towards his fishbowl, picking it up and hovering it above your head. "Wake up Taehyung, you can't treat people like this" is all you say before hurling the bowl at him.

And it's like everything happens in slow motion, you only intended to pour the water over him to prompt the wake up of his life. You never intended it to cause actual harm but you could've never known that the force of your throw would've broken the bowl midair resulting in shards of glass traumatically piercing his groin.

Of anything, it was just ironic.

At least, he got the wakeup call he needed...

Tying a piece of cloth around the glass sticking out of his thigh, you urged him to hold it as your bloodied fingers shifted into gear. You come to learn driving him to the hospital that this wasn't his first rodeo with girls physically hurting him but it was the first time it had been serious. "You crazy fucking bitch, I can't believe you stabbed me."

You tighten your grip around the steering wheel. "I didn't stab you Taehyung. Stop being dramatic."

Taehyung groans loudly as tears fall down his face. "Give me your phone, I need to call Jimin."

Without a moments hesitation, you give him your phone. He winces at the couple picture of you two on your home page. "Who's Jimin? That the girl I found you with?" you spit, indicating off the highway.

"No," he spits, sinking in to the chair. "I think her name is Jinny or something, fuck knows. Jimin is a doctor at the hospital you are hopefully taking me too."

"Ah," you mutter, feeling your cheeks glow pink. "Don't worry, I am. Call Jimin."

"Just focus on the road Y/N," Taehyung holds the phone close to his ear. "If you can drive any faster that would also be very very fucking kind of you."

You roll your eyes. "Fine."

"Hi Jimin, it's Tae. I'm coming to the Emergency Department now ...got caught with that girl from last night, glass is now in my fucking thigh..... yes, that girl ...you'd do that for me? fuck yeah, see you soon."

Spotting the big red emergency sign ahead, you indicate into the appropriate lane. "Nearly there. Look, Tae. I am so sorry, I can't believe this even happened. I didn't mean to hurt you."

He snort laughs. "Whatever."

Watching Taehyung hobble out of the car with the help of a security guard, made you sink into yourself. Your hands were covered in blood, noodle stains down your dress and your hair was a birds nest.

This was the lowest you had ever been and had ever felt in your life.

Taehyung had made you feel like a piece of art, where he could admire you in his personal exhibition and you loved the feeling of being wanted and admired enough not to realise how unhealthy that is.

You could ignore the rough strokes of his fingers against your canvas-like skin, but you couldn't ignore the way he would turn and admire something else. He had an art museum heart, and you were just another painting he hung up in his life.

Who knows how long he would've left you hanging.

So, you sip your plastic cup of your water whilst sitting in the Emergency Department waiting room 2 hours later, after being questioned by police.

They called it a crime of passion because it pierced his femoral artery.

Taehyung called it a crime of insanity because now every body knows how inhumane he is.

The nurses called it getting even.

You didn't know what to call it, perhaps a momentary lack of judgement? Nonetheless, you could easily say this was the worst day of your life.

"Excuse me, are you Y/N?" A man with silver hair leans into your line of vision, interrupting your internal monologue. You frown at the stranger but he smiles back indifferent. "I'm Dr. Jimin. How are you feeling?"

You can barely keep your eyes open, so you squint to make out the features of the man who has a voice like honey. "You're Jimin? Taehyung's Jimin?"

He nods. "I'm a close friend of Taehyung's and the police have more questions for you but Taehyung has agreed that if you help me, he'll say it was all a lie."

You look up at him with wide open eyes, sun beats down through his locks in a heavenly manner. "Are you my guardian angel?" you ask, deliriously as he takes off his white coat, placing it over his shoulder. "Because if you are, don't you think you're a little too late?"

He laughs softly, moving out of the light to sit beside you. Checking the watch on his wrist, he crosses his legs before turning to face you again. "My name is Park Jimin, I am 31 years old and I'm a vascular surgeon in this hospital. I like slow dancing, and slow kissing, long walks in the snow and long holidays in the sun-

"Excuse me, what-

 "-I have a younger brother and a cat called Milly, I have a mole on my ankle and a chipped tooth."

You stare at his features. He was a different kind of good looking from Taehyung. This man was dark and you dare say, sexy. "Why are you telling me this?"

Placing his fist under his chin, he leans on the armrest beside you looking particularly mischievous. He grins, "Because my mother is coming to my office in 2 minutes to introduce me to a woman I do not intend to marry, and you're going to help me avoid that."

You cock an eyebrow at the boy. "What? Help you? How?"

"Don't ask so many questions babe," He keeps his explanation short before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of your seat. "You're going to save my life."

You let the stranger drag you down the hallway because honestly, what else have you got to lose. "I'm going to what?"

He turns back with a crescent moon smile. "Save my life"

"A doctor who saves peoples lives wants me to save his? What do I have to do?"

Without wasting a single heartbeat, he smiles. "Marry me."