Third person POV
Later that day, Jimin went home and the lights are out.
He went upstairs only to hear Saerin and Taeyun talking with eachother
"Mama? does Papa love you?" Jimin could only scoffed and rolled his eyes before Stepping in
"of course I love Mama, Taeyun" Jimin said with a smile
Fake, I just saw you cheat on me earlier Saerin thought to herself and mentally rolled her eyes
but at that moment when Jimin said he loves her she can't help but felt her heart skip a bit, even it was meant to be a lie but her heart still responded
it's been a long time since he said that he love her
"Yay! can Mama say that she loves Papa too? by.. kissing him?"
she looked at Taeyun frowning
even if she does love Jimin, she can't say she Love him.. she just can't.. saying that she loves him will only make her heart ache even more, knowing that no matter how many times she says she loves him he will just push her away..
"Taeyun you should sleep now okay? Papa is tired from work so no kisses" it was a lame but brilliant Excuse
she leaned close to Taeyun's ear and whispered "We'll eat at mcdonalds tomorrow with Uncle Yoon-yoon if you sleep early"
she could almost see the fireworks and stars in Taeyun's eyes
"hihihi okay goodnight Mama I love you...goodnight Papa"
with that the boy closed his eyes, not even a minute has pass but Taeyun is already snoring
Jimin POV
did my son just Urgh nevermind
I looked over to Saerin and saw her kissed Taeyun's forehead
I grabbed her arm forcefully and dragged her in the Basement and brought out my black belt which I used when doing Taekwondo
I dimmed the lights and smirked
——Time skip——
Saerin POV
Jimin whipped my back with his belt for the 20th time and I didn't do a great job holding my screams which scared me because I don't want Taeyun to hear it
he hit me for the last time and it was the most Painful than the rest of the Whipping
here I am lying on the cold hard ground with blood seeping through my Red hoodie which was not a very amusing sight to see
I let my tears roll across the bridge of my nose endlessly
large beads of Tears
it held all the Pain, Emotion and everything that I've been keeping Silent about
just then He turned off the Lights and demanded me to get up or he will hit me again
I weakly got up and looked at him in the eyes and for once
when his cold eyes met my eyes that held pain, sorrow and misery, his eyes showed regret but that happen only miliseconds before returning to it's usual cold, sadist eyes
I approached him
because of my sweats my hair was now sticking on my skin
"are you happy now?"
"are you happy that I suffer? are you happy I'm in pain?"he was silent
I let more tears roll down my cheeks
"Why don't you just kill me already! why do you keep hurting me WHEN YOU COULD JUST STAB ME HERE AND LEAVE ME WITH MY LIFELESS BODY?!" I shouted at him with all the misery that I held in
with that I was met with his slap
but it doesn't hurt me anymore
"but if you die...I will be sad" I widened my eyes
"I'll be sad because there will be no one to entertain me anymore"just then I felt something in my chest.. I felt the urge to shout at him but it came out to be a whisper instead
"I'm just a toy then?"
he chuckled "pretty much, yeah" he find this funny?
I was silent
I decided to walk towards the door when suddenly my Breath became unsteady, shit
I didn't care that I'm in Pain and ran towards the kitchen and looked for my medicine
"looking for this?"
I looked around and saw Jimin holding my medicine
I don't have time for this! I thought before I collapsed on my knees and clutched my Heart that was uncontrollably hurting and I panted hard I knew I was going collapse at any moment so I said
"Give...me that...time...ru...nning...out" I said between pants and before I knew it blackness took over my vision

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Abusive Husband- P. Jimin (ON GOING)
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