Mark Tuan's POV:
She's in the hospital because of me.
She's hurt because of me.
She's alone because of me.
Wait, no.
This isn't my fault.
It's his.
Jackson Wang.
~Flashback~
"Leave her."
"No!" I protested.
"She'll be mine."
"No, she loves me. We have a son!" No. nonononono I shouldn't have said that.
"Oh, you do? How would she feel if she watched him die? How would she feel she saw the knife in your hands? How would she feel if I was found dead the next day with a suicide note saying you hurt me?"
I started sobbing. "Please. Don't."
"Then do what I say."
I sniffed. "Why do you care?!"
"Because I'm in love with her!"
"That isn't love."
"Then what is it?"
"Some sick, messed-up, twisted form of addiction!" I spat.
He glared and looked away, but I thought I saw a bit of hurt in his expression. "You have until the end of the week."
~End of Flashback~
And for every day I procrastinated, he beat me up. Until the very last day. The day I had to break it off.
The day I made her cry.
~Flashback~
I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket as (Y/N) went to put Joo-won to sleep. It was another 'friendly reminder' from Jackson that today was the last day. My irritation and guilt were building up inside me and I sighed out loud. I typed 'I know', tapping the screen slightly harder than necessary. I sighed as I looked over all our pictures together to try to calm down, but it only made me angrier. I had planned to let her off easily but the stress was just piling on top of me throughout this whole week, and I raised my voice more than I probably have my entire life.
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Finally - Mark Tuan x Reader
Short StoryThree weeks after the divorce, you weren't concentrating on the road while driving, and you hit a car in front of you. You don't remember what happened, then everything went black. When you woke up, he was sitting at the end of the bed that the two...
