ARRANGE MARRIAGE | J.Jk

44: Cold treatment

Life is a shit.

The drive to the house went uneventfully.

Whenever I try holding her she snatchs her hand from my grasp and when I try to get it back she swat my hand away. Literally.

I try getting her attention, but all she does is look outside the window.

I stop by the store on the way knowing how much she likes to snack but even that fails.

I attempt a small talk, surprise! I'm met with silence.

I knew she was punishing me by giving me the cold shoulder.

I should've expected this. She said she didn't forgive me. But that's okay. I'm in not hurry. I'll make It hard for her to stay mad at me.

I can be persistent.

Once we're inside the house, she doesn't look at me as y/n slips into her fluffy soft slippers and stare out at the living room.

I walk behind her, sneaking my arms around her and drawing her to my body as I back hug her.

She stays still—too still—her body stiff. I ignore that fact and lean my face in her neck.

"The house was so empty without you," not that I spent any second here. The moment when I'd stepped inside—the house I mean—the day she left me with her ring in my palm, the house eerily quietness greeting me, I had turned around on my heel without much changing my clothes and rushing to my parents place.

I'd asked about her from jin—dont ask me how I got his number— she wasn't there, nor at her parents so my parents were the only people I could think of.

I drag my fingers along her neckline, pressing my lips on her neck and dragging them to her ear as I bite her earlob slightly. A shiver wrecks her otherwise calm body telling me she's not as indifferent to my touch as she's showing me. "I missed you so much, wife" I whisper in the small space between her shoulder and neck, teasing the skin with the peek of my tongue and relishing at her breath rapidly changing it's pace from my touch.

But of course my fantasies stop there.

Y/n step away from me, reluctantly I release her and watch her struts to the staircase.

"I'm sleepy" she says without much a glance back and climbs up.

Okay, I deserve this.

That night, I spooned her body as she laid with her back to me. Other days, she'll cuddle up to me, clinging to my body but now she's giving me space.

It happens the following night too, then the other, and the other until I stop counting.

As happy I am to have her back, seeing her around In the house again, I'm frustrated that no method is working on her. I'm at Lost. And I'm hurt thinking she's still hurting cause of me.

Maybe I was being too optimistic? I shake my head as soon the thought comes.

One day she'll get back.

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One week after and I'm still waiting for my wife to forgive me. She hasn't looked me in the eye. And it's destroying me.

There's no movies nights. No hugs or cuddles. No snarky comments from her. No stolen gazes. No intimacy.

The rock in my throat gets bigger and bigger. The weight on my heart seems heavier every other day. I'm drowning in my guilt, and I'm two seconds away from wanting to bash my head in a nearest wall.

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Two weeks gone with no progress whatsoever.

I'm losing my shit here people.