❝Its that doomed number, seven.❞
Lisa always had a hunch that most relationships have an expiry date of seven years, after which couples tend to separate as a result of a stale and unhappy romance. Fearing the number might be a threatening force beh...
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Words: 7.2k! (coincidentally very long lmao)
Genre(s): fluff and scattered bits of angst
Warning(s): smut (a poorly written one at that), sexual conversations. please skip if you find it uncomfortable!
You have been warnedッ
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N A R R A T I V E
2:47am
"This is not working out Lisa..." Jungkook sighed for the umpteenth time as he tried to console his weeping wife in his arms.
"We tried everything, there's nothing more to make this marriage work."
She sucked up the little pride she had to plead before him, to stay by her side.
"J-Jungkook...ah, please..."
"I'm sorry Lisa, but I think the divorcewill be a better idea for both of us."
Lisa frantically sat up in shock, her heart pounding loudly against her chest. Her vision was disoriented, her chest rising up and falling down rapid and her face covered in cold sweat as she looked around, still puzzled whether she were in a dream or reality. Her gaze shifted to the person sleeping soundly next to her — her husband. His loud snores indicted he was in a heavy slumber, his face facing the other side, in the least interest to wake up.
This was the third time in a week she had the same nightmare, about the divorce. She was certain her husband had dearly loved her but now she reckoned if this nightmare was just a bad dream or foreshadowing to an event from the future. Lisa slipped out from the bed and wrapped a robe over her pyjamas before walking towards the balcony. With her phone in her hand, she decided the only right person to talk to in middle of the night.
"Ma...." She cried the first thing in a rasped voice.
"Oh, my God Lisa-yah are you okay? Why are you calling up this late —"
"I had a bad dream...about Jungkook wanting a divorce and it's occurring to me almost everyday...." She sniffled in a fit of crying as her mother asked her rhetorical question of all possible things Lisa could've ever imagined about.
"Dear, how long have you been married?"
"What sort of a question is this, I am asking you for a genuine help and you're...."
"Lisa."
"Alright, fine. We're a month away from our seventh year annive....shit!"
Lisa covered her mouth with her hand at the sudden realisation. Seven fucking years.
