Unhappily Married to BTS's Suga [BTS FF]

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"Jemma!" He shouted.

I hurriedly tied my hair using a towel and quickly wore my bathrobe.

"Jemma!" He called out again.

"Wait!" I answered.

"Hurry up! I'm going to be late!"

Yeah, yeah, I know. So eager.

I finally came out of the bathroom even though my hair is still dripping wet from my towel.

When I got out, I saw my husband. He is carrying our daughter, Jaeyoon, meanwhile our son, Yoonjae is playing with his toys.

I want to stop from going in a rush and just smile at the scene. I want to hug my husband, to assure him that I have his back and that he can lean on me when the going gets rough.

Suga.

My Suga baby Min Yoongi

He wore a simple swag outfit. That even if it's only a normal printed shirt, tucked in his denim and red converse, his aura still proclaimed his handsomeness.

But all of that changed to hurrying to carry Jaeyoon because now I can see his wrinkled forehead out of irritation.

"Give her to me." I got and carried my daughter. He looked at me after handing our daughter to me. I calmed her and looked at him too. "Umm. Take care."

He just rolled his eyes at me and moved closer. He kissed Jaeyoon on the forehead and proceeded to go to Yoonjae for his ration of kiss too.

"I'm leaving." He said.

"Bye papa!" waved Yoonjae.

"Bye Yoonjae, bye Jaeyoon." He said before completely going out of the door.

Ouchie.

Don't I have a kiss?

Since Jaeyoon stopped crying, I let her down so that she could play with her twin. Yes, we have twins; one girl and one boy.

I left them at their play area so that I can wear decent clothes.

We've been married for 4 years already. Too fast?

And for three years his treatment to me still haven't changed. He's still cold. Our last kiss happened four years ago, when the twins were made. Ugh, it's been too long!

"It's okay Jem." I told myself.

No one will comfort me other than myself. Mama and Papa are always busy, they only visit on holidays to check on how we're doing. My friends, nevermind. They don't know that I am still here. What they know is that I am in Hawaii and that's where and my twins are living as of today.

"It's okay." I comforted myself. "At least he didn't leave you."

"MOMMY!" Yoonjae shouted. Yes, they're two years old, but they can already talk.

I got out of the closet and saw that they were fighting over a toy. Here we go again...

"Mommy duties! Super Mom is here!" I proclaimed out loud and both of them started to scramble away.

We're just like this every day. I'm a hands-on mommy and their daddy is a hard-working guy. Sometimes though he gets lazy.

As I imagine my life, it's still as if I want to smile and laugh. But unfortunately, no. Happy ending might be an unclear thing. Just like a line from T. Swift's song 'This ain't a fairytale.'

If it wasn't for that mistake. But... it happened a long time ago. Now I just have to live with it as much as I can for as long as I can.

This. Is. My. Life.

Remember when I asked 'Why did it seem to become a nightmare?'

Well, the nightmare part is how Yoongi treats me. That's all. That's my entire problem with Yoongi. Our son and daughter are heaven-sent. Brought down from heaven, it's a good thing we caught them. Okay, corny.

Life would be perfect if Yoongi and I would get along. Well, we don't always fight, but I guess that option is much better. At least we both have a conversation. Not like this, we only talk to each other when we're asking for permission, when there is something to pay, to buy or to go to.

'Kay.'

He always answer me with that, sometimes when he's in the mood there's a next line.

'Don't come home late.'

He's sweet that way.

'I have it all.' The fans would say.

I'm rich, pretty, smart (although I seem to have a blown in the head sometimes, just kidding btw), a perfect reputation, good friends, supportive family and the heir of DNGC Group of companies.

Not only that, I also have the most adorable twins ever.

But what they don't know is that I am tired and poor.

Poor with a husband's love. Poor in confidence with myself. My heart gets very tired in hoping and just always waiting for the person that might never take any notice of me.

I'm tired. Yes, very tired.

But I always tell myself 'I can get through with this because I am THAT beautiful.' . Please don't make any negative comments or so. Give me this chance to boost my self-confidence. Love you!

"I need you girl..." I sang.

The twins are sleeping because it's almost evening. I'm currently cooking dinner.

Wait, what day is it today? Wednesday?

I smiled. It's Wednesday! This is the day or night of the week that we agreed to have either lunch or dinner.

I'm so excited! But why does it feel like this? Like, I'm getting nervous that something might happen.