Taehyung looked at his wife who was looking nice, attractive and different, not too special or obvious but elegant and subtle.
Her makeup didn't seem much more than a nude lipstick and blush. Had concealed most of her bruise marks, had a bandage on her burned hand.
Maybe she was too unhappy to get ready too much for him, the idea already disgusted her but she knew it was no good to disappoint him.
During the initial days of marriage, she couldn't understand his bipolar personality, she would try to please him and carry this relationship for good but somehow he always hurt her for no reason, saying she could never take a place in his heart even though he would always think about her, watch from his office to see what she was doing, he kept that soft side in his heart, at a small place, all locked in.
He held her hand and twirled her around to examine her, his gaze softened for a bit before he masked them again behind his unreasonable fury.
"This is all what you got? Is this your best? You got ready like this for me?" He said anyway, she was expecting to hear that, it didn't surpise her.
Somehow everything she was great at, looked and felt terrible to him. From her baking skills to her dress up. Everything was never perfect.
She loved literature and he made sure there was no trace of anything related to it. As if he wanted her existence to just be confined to him and his liking alone. She wasn't allowed to have her own liking or life. She was one thing, Taehyung's wife.
"I tried." She said looking down.
"You keep trying and yet you always somehow do the worse at everything. What are you good at Ria?" He asked snuggling in her neck.
"Nothing." She said mindlessly. She actually believed that.
He had broken her self esteem to a level she believed she wasn't even good enough to live. He was perfect to her, he made her beleive that.
"You don't look that fine but I guess I will have to work with this out, can't change my wife, now can I?" He asked smelling her with closed eyes.
"I am sorry."
That was like her catch phrase now. Even if she did something wrong or not, she would always say that to him.
"You should be, you keep disappointing me with your abilities and actions." He pushing her down on the bed before he got on top of her."Yet I keep you with me, provide you with every luxury I can afford, you should be thankful and love me immensely. Do you?" He asked touching her lips.
"Yes." She whispered and that made him smirk.
She didn't feel anything now, hate, love, disappointment, all what she felt was immense fear.
"I hope Ava won't wake up and try to disturb me, or else it won't go well for both of you." He said trailing his finger down to her chest before he pushed her dress down.
"She won't." Ria said looking at the door.
He made her look at him before he kissed her, holding her hands above her, as if she could do something against him.
He tossed her around, before moving his lips against her ears as he held her hands in a tight grip.
"You look so disappointing, I can't do anything to you while looking at you, it's turning me off." He lied whispering that to her and she closed her eyes at the insult.Why stay with her then? Why not divorce her if he hated her that much?"You cry and don't respond during the sex and I will work my belt on you." He said removing his pants.
No foreplay, nothing, he just had her raw and then expected her to not cry and yelp meanwhile and just respond to him the way he wanted it. How was it possible?
She had a stomach cramp and she bit back her yelp, she couldn't even soothe the pain, he was holding her burned hand tightly too, it felt like someone was scrubbing away her skin but she didn't say anything. She couldn't.
He turned her around after one round, her face was red out of suffocation and the build up emotions she was suppressing.
"I like to see you like this, and I love messing you up." He said smudging her lipstick before he kissed her bucking his hips before he stopped after his orgasm. He didn't care about hers.
He moved away, wearing his jeans he walked inside the bathroom to take a shower.
She felt used all the time, he would have his way and then leave like nothing happened.
She covered herself in the blanket when he came out. She heard Ava's cries, she tried to stand up and go but she fell down, she hadn't eaten anything, she was feeling weakness.
Taehyung ignored it and used his phone, Ria wore her dress.
"How long is it going to take you to shut her up now? I am just fed up with your slow and stupid actions." Taehyung scoffed wearing his earpods.
Ria walked to her daughter, she seemed to have a fever, she decided to ask Taehyung about it.
"Ava has a fever." She informed him and he looked at her.
"What do you want me to do? Put cold cloth on her head?" He taunted her.
"I just needed some medicine for her." She said hesitantly.
"I am too tired, I am not going. I will get it tomorrow, she is not dying that early." Taehyung said lying down using his phone."I want my dinner in 15 minutes, you get that?" He said immediately after she tried to say something.
She wasn't feeling well, she had to take care of her sick daughter now and on top of that he wanted his dinner ready on time and won't compromise or help at all.
She made Ramen, easy and quick to make but Taehyung pushed it away before glaring at her.
"You are getting lazy or what, huh?" He held her burned hand tightly making her wince."I work my all day in office just to return home and get packet ramen as my dinner? This is how you treat your husband? Tell me? Or do I have to burn more of your thick skin?" He asked holding her hair.
"I am sorry, I couldn't do much, I felt nauseated." She told him and his grip around her hair loosened as he thought about something.
"I will be back." He went away and she watched at his back weirdly.
He wasn't going out when she asked him for something necessary and now he went away without a complain.
