K I M T A E H Y U N G : Similar to Seokjin, he’d be at a loss of words, needing a moment to process the fact that he hit his significant other. Taehyung’s mouth would be slightly ajar, eyes reading of pure shock, and hands shaking from the impulse. Your cheek would tingle from the impact, and ever so slowly, your fingers would hover over the skin; your hand wants to cover the affected area, but it would burn too much to do so. Your eyes would shift to him and you’d wait for an explanation, but to your dismay, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. “Did that make you feel any fucking better?” You’d hiss at him, tone full of venom at how unassertive he is towards the situation -it was like he’s not taking responsibility for his actions. Taehyung would remain in his speechlessness, an apology clawing out of his throat for him to express but for some reason unbeknownst to him, he’d gulp it down. Soon enough, you grow tired of waiting for him to explain himself, so you leave.