The Husband Arrangement| TAEHYUNG

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The front door creaked as I tried my best to open it without ruckus. The house silent as usual. I remove my shoes at the door before proceeding.

The place was small and always reeked of weed and alcohol. My husband was an addict without a doubt. Unemployed and reckless. I couldn't understand why he was not working at his father's million dollar company but its not like I could just strike a conversation with the man. My parents never visit after the wedding. Just phone calls. How would they know my living condition? Every day he'd bring over his drunken friends to party and I'd have to cook extra food.

I actually need to start searching for a part time job. The house needs income.

Slowly , I peek into the living room. As I guessed , he was passed out on the couch. Burnt out cigarettes scattered on the rug. The smell of cheap liquor bubbled in the dry air. It was only 3pm and he was out cold but it was better when he was asleep.

Trust me.

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18 : 23 pm

"Stay with me-",I point to my cellphone. Battery life was hanging on a thread. I was not a chef. Google was my teacher. "Please don't die-", I quickly washed my flour hands. Pizza was the easiest thing I could make right now. It's the only ingredients I could find in the cupboard. "Okay , tomato paste-", I sprint to the fridge. "Gotcha ", I mumble but don't miss on how much of alcohol was stocked in the fridge. He had money for unnecessary crap?

"Fuck-".

My eyes dart to him waltzing in. Oblivious to me standing behind the counter. Or maybe he was just ignoring me. I was always cautious around him. Never speaking out of turn or sparking his anger fuse. Distance was key. The bottles within the fridge rattled as he pulled it open without a care. My eyes bounce from the pot to him. Casually he popped open a soda and sipped before finally meeting my gaze. I hadn't realized I was staring until he furrowed his brows. "What the fuck are you looking at?", he hissed and I was quick to shake my head and whisper an apology. "Where the fuck were you today?", he kept his dark gaze on me. "Col-college", I always stuttered when nervous. It made me look like an illiterate idiot.

"College? You don't need that bullshit. Quit and go look for a job-", he tossed the can aside. I swallowed hard as he approached. "I- I was actually going to look for a part time job", i trail as he stood behind me. His height towering as he looked into the steaming pot. "The fuck is that?", he asked in a disgusted tone. "It's tomato sauce for the pizza", I whisper. The lump in my throat forming again. "I hope there's extra. You know the boys come over too-", his hand swat my ass and I gasp. Chewing on my lower lip, I lift my glossy eyes to meet his emotionless ones. "There a problem?", he tilt his head. "No taehyung ", I whisper, forcing my lips to curl into a smile. "Good", he deadpan and moved away from me. I exhale softly. My palms sweaty and eyes begging to cry.

"The cold water is still jammed ", I mention before he could leave. "Then call a fucking plumber. Does it look like I fix taps?", he was arrogant. I sigh as he walked out without bothering.

Shackled by fear was not a pleasant feeling to live with. I was afraid of Taehyung. The man was 9 years older than me.

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Flashback
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1 month ago:

The door had almost broken down as he pushed it open. Glancing over my shoulder, the car which had dropped us off had left. Taehyung owned a motorbike, so it was obvious that I could not ride it wearing a wedding gown.