BTS Scenarios & Imagines {Requests Open} #Wattys2016

*Requested* Jungkook

This was requested by @norafiqahirdina. BTW this is going to be very sad so don't read if you aren't an angst lover.

***Leena's POV***

It has been eight months since Jungkook and I have been forced into an arranged marriage. He doesn't love me at all. He rapes me and abuses me all the time whether or not he's drunk. I wish sometimes Appa and Eomma didn't bother with the arranged marriage that Jungkook's parents begged and pleaded for so they would get even more money. My lush skin was full of scratches and bruises and scars that he caused. I also wish that he never sneaks into my room late at night and does whatever to me. One time, I was reaching to put back a plate from the dish rack and I dropped it. He ran in and didn't even help me up. He kept interrogating me

"Why did you break this plate?!"

"Are you that b-tchy to break an antique plate for the umpteenth time?!" I scooted closer to the stove in fear

"I'm s-so sorry, I'll n-n-never do it a-a-again. J-just please, I'm b-b-begging you, don't h-h-hit me" I got down on my knees and sobbed

"Whatever, I can't deal with you today" He muttered something underneath his breath before grabbing his keys and leaving. I rubbed my stomach and said to the baby "Don't worry about him. We'll be out of here before we know it. Kaja, we have to go to work now" I wiped the last of my tears off of my face and headed into the shower.

I haven't been able to think thoughtfully for the last eight months. I still haven't told Jungkook that I have had our baby for the last two painful months. I can't get divorced because then he'll have all the money and I wouldn't be able to take care of the baby's health. I don't care about my health but I do have to stay healthy for the baby. I do NOT want to tell Jungkook I'm pregnant because I think he'll murder the baby. But it's a good thing there's something called make-up, so no one would notice how much I have been tortured. I'm now starting to stutter more than what I used to.

As I got out of the shower, I wanted to take a real good look at myself. I walked up to the mirror and spread a hand on my face and rubbed it. There were five cuts on my left cheek, but it looks so much like very deep cat scratches. My lips were uneven because of how much I was punched in the mouth. I can't recall a real smile that he gave me. I sleep in a different room from Jungkook and yet he still finds a way to rape or abuse me.

I grabbed my make-up kit and caked my face in natural make-up and a first-aid kit to use relief patches. I placed them on by myself and felt a little better when it was all over. I put on my clothes and headed to my car so I could go to work.

***Two months later***

"I H-H-HAVE HAD E-E-E-ENOUGH!" I yelled, crying as I threw my keys on the coffee table. Jungkook seemed surprised

"What did you do?" He asked sternly. I stopped crying because of his stupid remark

"YOU! Y-Y-YOU ARE T-THE ONE WHO K-KILLED YOUR O-OWN BABY. DON'T E-EVEN THINK THIS I-I-IS MY FAULT! YOU F-F-F******* BASTARD I--I-I- WANT A D-DIVORCE!"

"We had a child? What?"

"YES WE D-DID AND YOU W-W-W-WANT TO KNOW W-W-WHY? BECAUSE YOU F-F****** RAPED ME!" I needed a couch to sit on. "Get the hell away from me" I said in a very stern voice

"I do not, want to be a slave of yours ever again. Do not touch me, do not talk to me, and do not, I repeat, do not rape me or even abuse me or I'm calling the cops and, not to mention, your parents. Go now and do not talk to me whatsoever and do not go near me for at least a week or more" He went upstairs without a word. I was so surprised at myself because this was my first time saying sentences without stuttering.