The things I wish never happened

Chapter 1

Jimin and I have been together for years. We were happy mostly.... But he also had a dark side. I thought marriage would fix this... but he was due home from work hours ago.

I sat at the table our dinner plated and sat at our spots. The food had went from hot, to warm, to lukewarm, to very cold. I felt a tear roll my cheek.,

Maybe he just had to work late? No he'd have called. Maybe he's in traffic? No way. I tapped my fingers on the table as the clock struck 10:00 pm. I sighed and stood up grabbing the plates of food and scraping them back into the pan, covering it and placing it in the fridge. I needed to go to sleep.

I trudged myself to the couch and laid down. Covering myself with a throw blanket. I flipped on some crime show and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up around what had to have been 3 am to Jimin entering the house. Clearly drunk. I wasn't in the mood for fighting so instead I just grabbed his arm and dragged him up to our bedroom.

He flopped onto the bed in his dirty work clothes. A suit. "Where have you been?"

"Out." He answered flatly.

"You're drunk."

"Mhm." He sighed closing his eyes.

I scoffed and walked out of the bedroom, "night Jiminah."

"No, dont go." He yelled back.

I turned around and looked at him again. He was pouting. "I'm mad at you."

"Be mad in here." He held out his arms.

How could I refuse I had missed him today. I laid down on the bed next to him. He reeked of booze and cigarettes, and like another women. I felt the tears well up in my eyes. "Where were you?" I knew the answer. Him and Taehyung went out again. And not just to a bar. A sex club. He didn't answer his glossy eyes just stared into mine. "You cheated on me." I stated.

"It's not like that." He pulled me in close to him. You know I'd never ever cheat on you."

I pushed him away, standing back up. "Dinners in the fridge."

"Come on babe... don't be like that."

I groaned and walked to the bedroom door making sure to dramatically slam it shut. Once the door was closed I turned around, my back to the door. I let myself slide down it and cried.

I thought we moved past this... I thought he was no longer doing this. I eventually got up and took my place back on the couch. I cried laying there. The early morning sun illuminating the house.

I heard Jimin's alarm clock go off and him groan at it. I covered my face with the throw blanket to pretend like I was sleeping.

"Ronnie?" He called for me. "You in the bathroom? Or Downstairs? Hope the coffee is on." He giggled. I stayed under the comfort of my blanket as I heard him jog down the stairs. "Oh." He said at the end of the stairs. He must have noticed "sleeping" me on the couch.

His footsteps padded softly away from me to around the kitchen. The coffee pot made gurgling noises and before I knew it Jimin was gasping at how hot the coffee was and rushing out of the house.

My blanket was pulled down slightly just to expose my face. I kept my eyes shut as he kissed my forehead. "Wake up my love." His gentle voice almost made me forget about last night. "I'm heading to work, I took the left overs for lunch. Dinner together tonight?" I stared at him but nodded. Would he return home drunk again? Or would he keep his promise? "Love you Ronnie." He kissed my forehead and left.

Once the door was shut and locked with a click I sat up. I had to have imagined last night. He didn't smell like liquor, or stale cigarettes. He didn't look hungover either. I sighed and decided I had to get ready for my day and head off to work as well.

I threw on a pant suit that was slightly form fitting, white, with a small baby pink cami under. I threw my hair into a bun. I looked presentable enough to teach. I was tired though. I walked to the kitchen and on the table sat a coffee in a to go cup just for me. I smiled. He was thoughtful. I'll give him that.

"Veronica!" My best friend ran up to me.

"Hey Jungkookie." I grinned.

"I tried texting you last night." He eyed me cautiously.

"Was something wrong?"

"No, just wanted your opinion on a book." He smiled a youthful smile. "But you must have been busy."

I sighed. "I think Jimin's cheating on me." I furrowed my eyebrows.

He gasped. "You sure?"

I nodded. "He got drunk and came home late. He smelled horrid."

"Did he act different? Like anything happened?"

I shook my head no. "Not really."

"Maybe he just went out." He shrugged as we walked into the hall our classrooms were on. "Try not to expect the worse." He smiled and opened his classroom door. I sighed. And opened mine.

25 smiling 3rd graders smiled at me. "Good morning Mrs.Park." They all said.,

"Good morning my loves" I grinned.

An; I really can't think of anything to write besides my own shitty angst lmao so heres this shitty story I'll probably actually update