Force ? ☆ myg

Number 3

It's 8.57pm. I've done prepared dinner for both of us. I just have to wait for him patiently. In 20 minutes, I heard the door knocked.

I jumped from my seat and reached the front door. I opened it for my husband. I smiled at him sweetly and take his briefcase.

"Are you hungry? I've prepared dinner for us." He replied my question with a hum. My smile faded slowly. I looked at him whom took his socks off and rest himself on the couch. He looked really tired. I walked to him and sat beside him, massaging his shoulder. His body tensed up but he controlled it and closed his eyes.

"I'll.. go make you some juice?" I asked which he replied with a hum again. Look at me please...

I went to the kitchen and made a mango juice. Done making it, I walked toward him. I tapped his shoulder and gave him the juice.

He opened his eyes and took that juice. I stared at him silently. I bit my lip, lowered my head, waiting for none reaction. He noticed my sad expression. He stood up and patted my head.

"Thanks." He whispered and walked to the kitchen. I raised my head up and looked at him. Did he just..patted my head? I touched my head and bit my lip. My heart raced faster.

I slowly followed his steps. When I stepped on the dining room floor, he already had the foods on his plate.

"Hey, you should call me just now. I can serve you." I stood in front of him.

"Its okay. I can do it myself." He replied while looking at the television that hang on the wall.

Look at me when we're talking, Min Yoongi..

I stayed quiet.

"Have you eaten?" He suddenly asked. I looked at him and blinked.

"....not yet."

"Sit down and eat with me." He told and took a plate for me.

I stared at him and smiled slightly. I sat down and took the foods and set them on my plate. I looked at him WHOM already looked at me. He noticed me looking and he averted his gaze.

I pursed my lips hiding my blush. We ate silently. The dining room just filled with the sounds from the television.

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He has done eating. He stood up and wanted to leave but I stopped him.

"Suga.." He turned and looked at me. "Can we talk?"

He looked at me for a second and turned his body, heading to the kitchen. I frowned at his coldness. I felt like crying. But before the tears appear, I heard the chair beside me being pulled.

I looked up just to see him sat beside me.

"What is it?" He asked.

There, my voice stick in my throat. I cleared my throat and biting my lip, nervous to carry out the question.

"I-uh. W-why didn't you sleep on the bed..with me last night?" I asked looking at him, worried for his reaction.

He sighed and scratched his nape.

"Cuz.. erm I don't feel like it." There goes my self confident. That's hurt..

"Ooh.." Its all that I can really respond right now. My eyes felt heavy as I immediately stood up to wash my plate.

"Hey..wait." He grabbed my wrist. "I-I don't mean it like that. It just.. I just.." He hesitated to continue.

I pulled my wrist slowly, smiling sadly at him and dragged my foot to the kitchen.

"Hey wait.." I frowned deeply. I ignored it and rushly put my plate in the sink. I fastened my foot toward the bedroom.

His footsteps followed mine. I ran to the bedroom and locked myself in the bathroom. I felt my chest tightened. Am I that disgusting? Am I that ugly? Its okay if he ignored me at school but now we're married. Why did he have to say like that?

"Hey, open the door please." I heard his voice outside.

"No.. just-just leave me alone. I'm okay here. I'll come out soon." I tried to speak clearly but my voice cracked.

"Are you crying?" He asked, concerned hearing my sad voice.

"N-no Suga. Ju-just go." I stuttered because I sobbed from crying.

"No I won't go." He said stubborn at my demand. "Listen. I'm sorry I said it like that just now. And I'm truly sorry for not sleeping with you last night."

He paused and I heard him sighed. "I-I just nervous okay? Its our wedding night. You know I didn't used to girls since high school right?" He asked waiting for my answer which I didn't reply.

"Suga.." I murmured but still he can hear me. He hummed in respond. "Did you marry me because you've being forced to..?"

He remained silent for a few seconds and that's make me worried for his sooner answer.

"Of course not. Why did I agree then, if I've being forced to?" He softened his voice.

"What does that mean?" I desperately want an answer right now.

"I... emm" He gulped searching for words.

"You what?" I asked softly.

He sighed, feeling embarrassed with his next speech. "I liked you okay? N-no I mean I loved you. Since we were in the high school." My heart raced really fast right now as I felt my face heated.

"Th-then how are you supposed to expect a guy whom shy around girls to act? I need time to keep my calm too." He added and rested his forehead on the bathroom door.

"Then.. why didn't you approach me back then? When we still in the high school?" I asked whispering my voice.

"I didn't brave enough to ask you out that time. I'm sorry.." He whispered back. "Can..can you just come out? I feel like dying right now confessed to the door."

I chuckled slightly. My throat hurt for holding my sobs too much.

"No. I'm not ready to see your face."

"I'm not ready either." I breathed out as I just realized I held it for too long. "But I want to embrace you so bad right now. What am I going to do?" I felt my lung tightened, lacked of oxygen.

"Embrace the pillows then." My cheeks burnt.

"But the pillows are not my wife." He smiled at his words.

"No. I'm too shy to come out. I might let out my tears if I see your face."

"Then do it. I'll wipe them for you." He placed his hand on the bathroom's door. "Please open the door.. I...I need you." He sounded so pitiful.

And then, with all my five percents braveness, I opened the door, revealed the pale guy. I felt my body being pulled so fast that I didn't expect that to be happened. Ouh God, he embraced me.

And then, the tears appeared.