Jikook angst

One Shot

I can't take it anymore. The stress of juggling my two jobs and being able to get home and take care of my family is breaking me apart. My husband and I have been having a lot more arguments lately...and I just don't know how much longer I can live like this....

"I'm home...." I muttered as I took off my jacket to hang it up on the hooks. Work was so damn stressful today...I thought the manager would never let me go. I made my way to the kitchen to grab a glass of water, when Jimin suddenly appeared in front of me.

"You're late. Again." Jimin glared at me irritably as he held our adopted son, Jason, to his chest. The poor young boy had no idea what was going on between me and his father.

"Look at the time. It's 3am."

I held his glare and stood my ground. My mouth gaped open but closed moments later. No words came out. I couldn't think of any reply to his statement. It was like those moments where you're frozen up, unable to utter a word.

"Well, what is your excuse this time, Jungkook?" He continued to pester me. Jimin set the little boy down as he whispered some soothing words and stood up once again.

"We need to talk." Jimin grabbed me by my arm and forcefully dragged me into the kitchen. Once there, I wretched my arm away from his steel grasp.

"I need you here a lot more often. I'm always the one to take care of our two children and clean around this place.".

"Our kids feel like they only have one father rather than the two of us..." His voice cracked.

"It's about time you showed that you cared about our family, Jungkook. Our daughter, Ren was crying yesterday since you missed her play!" He kicked over a trash can, it's content spilled all over the floor. I cast my eyes down to view my shoes- unable to speak. I felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"Do you care about her? And Jason? And what about me?! What happened!" Jimin began to yell, and I flinched away as he took a step closer. I wanted to fight back but I couldn't...until...

I was able snap back at him, "I do care! I'm the one who earns the money for us! In fact, if it wasn't for my jobs, we wouldn't even have started a family together!"

"You're the one that doesn't work around here! All you ever do is sit around and take care of screaming kids, like yeah sure that's so hard to do! No wonder you've been gaining weight since we got married you fucking pig."

Too late I realized what I said was too much.

I felt something drip down my face and realized that I had started to cry. I sniffled and wiped myself with the sleeve of my shirt.

He looked at me with a hurt expression which quickly changed to pure raw anger.

"I- I'm sorry" I began sobbing. "I didn't mean to—"

"Prove you're so sincere!" He snarled at me. "Leave your jobs and stay home with us! We don't need so much money to live! It's either us or the jobs." He too had started to cry.

I shook my head, "You know that I can't quit...we really do need the money." My voice hushed into a whisper; the sobs were uncontrollable. Why can't he understand that I won't always be able to be here....

The air was thick with tension. So thick that it was almost tangible.

"Then..t-hen if you're really going to choose that over me...over our family...I w-want a divorce."

My eyes widened in horror at his statement, did I hear right, a divorce...?

"No, Jimin please..." I cried, cupping my face in my shaky hands.

His voice hardened suddenly, "Get the fuck out. Please. I never want to see you again."

"No!" I screamed back stubbornly.

"I said. GET OUT."

A white flash of pain struck my cheek. Jimin stood over me, his eyes dark.

"Fine. I'll leave then." Pain and misery flooded my eyes as I got up and marched my way out of the house, slamming the front door behind me.

What is this feeling...this dark emotion overwhelming me...I can't decipher...

Without realizing, I noticed I had walked onto the street.

That car is so close to hitting me....
I should probably get out of t-

Darkness is all I see. It is all I can feel. Numbing darkness...no more pain. Jimin, take care of our kids...

(End)