BTS Angsts

Help/Namjoon

I love you through thick and thin

I leave work with a fear of what I'll walk into today. My husband, Namjoon, he's an alcoholic. His addiction has gotten worse and worse ever since he lost his job. Our house is that kind of house everyone stares at and wonders how could anyone live in it. The foundation is breaking and the paint is chipping. We never know when this house will come crashing down on us. As I enter, the door creaks open and a foul smell hits me. The house smells worse than a garbage can. I look to my right and I see Namjoon is passed out on the couch, thank god he isn't awake because I never know what he'll do to me when he's drunk. In the kitchen was a pool of vomit in the sink. I had no other choice but to clean it.

I wake up before Namjoon does so I can get his hangover medicine ready. Even though Namjoon isn't the ideal husband any girl would want, I still love him. He can be scary at times but he needs help. I've tried persuading him to go to rehab but he never does. I hear him waking up.

"Namjoon, I have your hangover medicine ready!"

He sleepy walks over and takes his pill. I make him some tea and give it to him. He throws the tea back at me, it's still so hot, it burns me.

"I DON'T LIKE TEA, HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU."

I run my arm under cool water. "Namjoon I'm just trying to help."

"WHY ARE YOU SO DAMN NICE TO ME. I'M A BUM, YOU MIGHT AS WELL JUST LEAVE ME. I'D RATHER DIE."

"Hey, don't say that."

"JUST LET ME DRINK MY LIFE AWAY, I'M USELESS ANYWAYS," he then throws a chair across the room.

"I love y.."

"DON'T TELL ME THAT CRAP."

"BUT I DO. HAVE YOU NEVER SEEN THAT, THROUGHOUT THESE YEARS I'VE BEEN TAKING CARE OF YOU. I COULD BE MOVING ON TO SOMEONE ELSE BUT I'M HERE TAKING CARE OF YOU. I LOVE YOU!"

I never scream at him so he looks a little shocked. A tear rolls down my face. He comes to hug me, "I'm sorry you had to end up with me. You could be living a dream life with a better guy who'd take care of you. I'm so sorry," he starts sobbing.

"I'm glad I ended up with you, but please you have to listen to me. Go to rehab, it will help."

"Ok"

~Years Later~

After 2 years of rehab, Namjoon gets to come back home. While he was gone, I got a better job and a new house. Life started looking normal, but it will look even better when I see Namjoon. I hop in my car and start driving to the center.

"I'm here to pick up Kim Namjoon," you tell the receptionist.

After a few minutes of waiting, he comes out. I run into his arms.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."