Bts Imagines #wattys2018 (( Requests Are CLOSED))

Jungkook (happybday)

( Special A/n at the end!!!!!! )

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You sat on the edge of the couch as you held your head in your hands. Your cheeks were completely stained with tears as you held back another flow of tears wanting to spill. You didn't understand why you were in this predicament to begin with. You bit your lip and rubbed your eyes as you took sharp breaths to ease your nerves. This wasn't it. You didn't love this, you didn't love him. You didn't want this, but yet here you are in the very thing that you were afraid to be in.

Your so called husband was out again, getting drunk as always. He blamed you for his girlfriend leaving him due to this arranged marriage. How did this happen you may ask? It happened because your father was in terrible debt and in order to get out it, he had to marry you off and trust me, neither of you liked it but it had to be done. He gave you hell for it. He could cheat and do whatever but if you did it, even if you thought about it, you'd get in trouble. You even had to delete all your male contacts.

You tried bearing for your father's sake but it was weighing down you tremendously. Your anxiety, hoping that meal was made well before he came, was hurting you. When it wasn't made well he'd get upset. When he's drunk he comes home and his feelings he buried from his girlfriend would spill over into anger and then he'd abuse you. Not only where you physically hurt, but verbally and mentally. But you had a single thought in mind and it was your father.

But that thought was long erased.

The day before your husband left the house he threatened you once again like always, "If you were to ever leave, your father will be done for." You gulped but this time you couldn't take it. You got up from the She of the couch and grabbed your bag and took the ring off. You shook your head multiple times, feeling your conscious get the best of you. But this relationship wasn't good for your health.

You packed what you needed. You didn't know where you would go but you had to leave. You then heard a crack of thunder which made you jump. You sighed a bit and then zipped it up. Before you could run to get the last thing you heard a car door slam which made your heart drop.

"No... no, not now." You whimpered to yourself as you went to the bathroom and rubbed only a few things. You heard the door slam and then a glass falling. He was drunk again.

"Shit... ugh, where the hell are you (Y/n)?!" He yelled and you didn't respond. "Fine, don't respond asshole." He grumbled and stumbled upstairs. He saw you in the bathroom and then he rolled his eyes at the sight. "My my, does my 'wife' want to leave me?" He asked with anger in his voice as he leaned against the counter with two arms in either side of you. He pressed his chest against your stomach and stared at you with drunk, dark, eyes and leaned to your ear.

"Remember that contract love~" He cooed and his breath was laced with alcohol which made your nose scrunch up from the horrid smell. You couldn't help but feel sick and upset with him. You shoved him off and yelled serval words of profanity in his face and he stared at you with disbelief. He never thought that you had the guts to tell him off.

Then he shoved you into a wall which made your left shoulder bruised.

You winced as he started to approach you to do more harm but then the lump in his throat made him go straight for the toilet instead. As he threw up the contents of alcohol, you wiped your eyes and grabbed your bag and ran out. You took your keys out and went straight to the car. Your own car that is. You threw your stuff in and cleared your eyes again. This was a huge risk but you had for do it because you didn't want to go through this anymore. The pain, stress, anxiety—it was all too much.