Novellas. (One Shot Collection)

[A/D] Fragile: Him - BTS Suga

I came home again, drunk.

I smashed the door closed and dragged my drunk body towards our living room. I was stopped by my wife who greeted me a smile, only to return it with a punch. She stayed there as I yelled at her. Honestly, she didn't do anything... But why was I mad? Maybe because she looked like her... Maybe because she reminds me too much of her that I really couldn't accept the reality.

I walked away, not really caring if she was still alive or not then sat across the tv, changing the channels with a beer on the other hand. I saw her stand up from the corners of my eye, she spared a glance at me as she studied the new bruises on her cheek.

She sniffled a quiet sob as she walked towards our bathroom. I sighed heavily, I would be lying if I said I wasn't guilty of what I did.

Because really, It was never her fault.

[flashback 2 years ago]

I stood in front of the mirror, checking to see if my appearance was okay, but actually, I was checking to see if I was okay. I'm about to be tied with a stranger I've never met. To be honest, I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place, but then she was gone. She was long gone, and I have to accept that and move on with my life.

That's what she wanted me to do right? To be happy without her.

I sighed as I fixed my bow one last time as my dad patted my shoulder. For business I thought. All of this wouldn't happen if it weren't for our family business, and as the heir and next CEO, i need to have a wife, one who will be by my side like a decor, only there for show. I couldn't refuse, I had no choice, my dad won't allow a bachelor to take over his company.

My dad nodded through the mirror and I nodded back. Later I found myself standing by the altar waiting for my wife to be. I scanned the whole church and most guests were either my dad's or the girl's father's friends. I looked down and contemplated for a while. Am I nervous? I asked myself, not really sure about the wedding.

Then as if on cue, the doors were open and the pianist started playing. I sighed one last time before I looked up. You can do this yoongi. I thought, trying to cheer myself up. I then looked up to see something—no—someone whom I would never expect.

Impossible... Hwayoung's dead. I thought as my mouth was open from shock. I gulped as the girl was moving closer. My eyes still wide as I follow her every move. I tried to relax and loosen up. Maybe she just looks like her. I thought and nodded to myself.

She was closing and I need to lead her towards the altar. I sighed deeply to muster up my courage before handing out my hand for her to accept. For a moment, I felt something I haven't felt in a long time, but I brushed it off thinking it was nonsense.

There we stood hand in hand in front of the altar, exchanging fake vows to each other. Once the 'I do's' where made, the priest officially gave us our title as husband and wife then a kiss was needed ti be exchanged. I smiled at her before leaning in to kiss her.

As our lips touched, I felt yet another feeling that I haven't felt in a while. Was it possible? That I have already fallen for this girl? I thought to myself but later brushed it off. I separated first and the people broke into a round of applause. I looked at everyone and glanced at her.

Maybe this wouldn't be bad after all.

-

So far, the first few months of our marriage were peaceful, I was gentle and nice to her. We rarely cuddled, only on times when she was afraid on a rainy day when a thunder roars. I treated her like a gem, fragile and vulnerable.