Dear

"Don't call me that." Her words where like venom seeping into his blood system, infiltrating his heart. He wished the words where the end of him, but even if he was on his knees and prayed to God he wouldn't help the boy.
Her face looked tired, the bags underneath her eyes already told him about the restless nights his loved one had because of him.
How she would swim in the sea of thoughts she never ought to be brought up. But it did.
Her small frame being hold in place by her fragile arms, trying their best not to let her fall apart right in front of her as she spoke.

How did this happen?

From the day they had met years ago everything had been perfect, like a Disney story there was no worry. A king who always took care of his queen, never letting a hand colour her skin in purple and blue, never letting venomous words seep into her skin.

The king always made sure she was alright, the king always made sure he would never leave her side. To ensure her that he, even though his busy schedules due to his job, was serious about her. So after four years of being a thing he decided to place a ring on her beautiful fingers he never got tired of. No matter how many screaming fans swarm around him, no matter how many models glued themselves on him for photos, no matter how many times he went away for God knows how long he always made sure to let his beloved know how much he loved her.

But what happened after those two years of being married together? The famous Namjoon also know as Rap monster changed. The king he once was became a real monster, a monster who didn't care about the woman that loved him.
Namjoon ignored the phone calls, messages, letters etc from his dearest. Late night visits to his wife always ended up in angry door slams and words that stung like knives.

But they usually always end up forgiving each other, not because Namjoon would say "sorry." But because [Y/N] was stupid for him, so stupid that her little heart who had been taped up a few times a bit too much, she forgave him. But this time she couldn't anymore. The content of the first aid kit has been emptied out, nothing was to be found.

"[Y/N]...I..." Namjoon spoke out, hesitantly moving towards the teary eyed female.
"I.." He tried to find the right words for his actions, but there was none.

"No Namjoon, don't even try.
You screwed up and now leave my sight!" She said, her voice quivering. Hands wrapped around her arms who had been bruised by the man she loved.
There was nothing that could rewind this, this mess Namjoon created for himself.

A celebration with his band members for finally finishing their new comeback turned out for the worst. From having a fancy dinner with classy music to beers and snacks while music blasted from speakers, he somehow managed to have his lips implanted onto multiple women. Namjoon knew that what he was doing was wrong, but as long his wife didn't find out nothing would be wrong.
Unfortunately for him the universe was not on his side and [Y/N] found out, not thanks to the paparazzi but thanks to Namjoon himself.

Intoxicated with the alcohol and the meaningless kisses he for some stupid reason he decided to document this moment via a picture. Him kissing a stranger.
Between the alcohol kiss and flashing light from his cellphone he didn't notice he send the picture by accident to his wife, who's heart exploded like a grenade.

And well here they where.

Namjoon storming into the house like a drunk bastard, swaying back in and forth into the living room where his wife sat in a chair. She didn't look like herself at that moment, she looked beaten down.

"Why?" She muttered under her breath.

"Why what?" Namjoon slurred out.

"Why did you send me that?" She said a bit louder pulling her knees closer to her chest as her eyes where glued on her phone resting on the coffee table.