You're Only Mine, Remember?

1 - Predicament

"He didn't come home again?" Joy asked her on the other line.

She shook her head as if her best friend could see her. She swallowed the lump in her throat and wiped the tears that escaped her eyes. Biting her trembling lips, she tried to suppress her feelings so as not to worry Joy. But her silence made her best friend burst out in anger.

"You'd better leave him for good, Rosé. I don't want you to stay there and succumb to despair, with him abusing you and treating you like a sex toy." Joy was so enraged that she blurted it all out in one breath. "I'm sorry, Rosé," she said solemnly, "but I'll make sure your parents know about this."

Panic set in when she heard what her best friend had said. She didn't want her parents to worry about her. The moment they found out, they would immediately cut their ties with the Kims, and given that both companies were just getting back into the game, that wasn’t the solution she needed right now.

She didn't want to see her parents struggle again, especially when Jungkook's parents were very kind and loving to her, treating her as their own daughter, even though she was the one suffering as a consequence of marrying a cold-hearted man like Jeon Jungkook.

Taking a deep breath, she replied to Joy, "Don't worry about me, Joy. I can handle this. Please don't tell my parents about it," she begged, even as her best friend cursed beneath her breath.

"Tell me when you need help, okay? I'll be there in a heartbeat, and I’ll make sure to cut off the dick of that devil you unluckily called a husband."

She snorted but shivered at the thought of Joy holding sharp objects to cut off her husband's manhood. "I'm very thankful to have you in my life, Joy. Thank you for always having my back."

Joy laughed heartily. "Anytime, Rosé. That's what friends are for."

She hung up the phone and checked the time. It was past midnight, and Jungkook still hadn’t returned home. She waited a few more minutes before deciding to lie down and rest.

However, a loud crash from downstairs caused her to sit up abruptly and cautiously walk outside of their room to investigate. There was only her inside their two-story house; the maids were all in the other house beside them. Even though she was terrified, she needed to be tough to defend herself if something went wrong.

As she approached the main door and peered through the peephole, she saw her husband struggling to stand up straight on his own. "He's drunk again," she grumbled to herself.

When she opened the door, she noticed Jungkook struggling to open his eyes. He clutched her small frame for support when he almost fell.

She helped him inside the house and laid him down on the couch in their living room. She took off his shoes and suit, leaving him in his white t-shirt. Pulling his pants down, she noticed the outline of his cock. Even though Jungkook treated her like she didn't exist or made snarky remarks when he did notice her, he treated her really well in bed. That was the only time he looked at her and made her feel loved.

"Rosé..." he mumbled. She looked up to see him staring at her with a faint smile on his face. This confused her. Every time he got drunk, she could always see him smile at her. He spoke in his normal voice and became clingy. "Come here, baby." She immediately obliged.

He allowed her to use his arm as a pillow, and his other hand snaked around her little frame. "I wish we could stay like this forever. You're mine. Only mine," he whispered before falling asleep.

Rosé watched his calm face and caressed it tenderly. Until now, she still didn’t know why Jungkook kept saying those words. It had all started last month. Every time he saw her, even if he was mad, he kept saying she was only his forever and that no one else would ever have her until his last breath.