BTS ANGST ONE SHOTS

Bottles (Seokjin)

I walked into the house, tired after a long day of work. All I needed was a hot shower and a nap. Trudging up the rickity old stairs, I made my way to my bedroom. Immediately the stench of cigarettes and alcohol invaded my senses. There were empty bottles everywhere.

Yet another mess Id have to clean.

My boyfriend was not home yet to my relief.Looking at the time he could be home any minute. After picking out some pyjamas I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. My shower was stoped even quicker when I heared the slamming of a door.

Great hes drunk again.

I hurridly dried myself leaving my hair and body partially wet. My hands kept fumbling and my legs wouldnt go into my pants. I could hear him coming up the stairs and a few swears every few seconds. Just as I slipped my shirt on, the door busted open.

" Why you herm sot yate?" He asked slurring his words together.

" They landlord said we were behind so I had to pick up hours"

"Its because you never help out around here!" he yelled.

I flinched a little at his sudden tone of voice. I pushed past him on my way to the kitchen. In an instant he grabbed on to my arm and harshly yanked me towards him.

" Did I say you could leave?"

I hurriedly shook my head no. He seemed unsatisfied with my answer and pushed me against the wall with so much force, that I was left without air for a few seconds. He stood in front of me. His tall and slender body towering over mine.

" ANSWER ME WHEN IM TALKING TO YOU!"

Tears were beginning to fall. Yet again his breath smelled of alcohol.

" No Seokjin, you didnt say I could leave. I'm sorry."

He slapped me so hard I fell to the floor. I could taste the familiar bitter metallic liquid in my mouth. The tears were falling now and my body was shaking violently.

"DONT CALL ME THAT YOU PIECE OF TRASH. I DONT EVEN KNOW WHY IM STILL WITH YOU UGLY IDIOT."

He continued to insult me to the point where I actually belived him. After a while he left into the kitchen. Probally to look for more beer. Running back into the room, he drunkenly yanked me of of the floor by my arm.

" I need my money NOW!" He let me go so I could get my wallet.

I handed him about $10. It was all I had left after paying the bills this morning. I wasnt even able to buy myself something to eat. Once he looked at what I gave him, he picked up a bottle and threw it at the wall. It nearly missed my head.

" STOP WASTING ALL OF MY MONEY!"

He pushed past me once again and I fell into the small nightsstand hitting my head on the way down. Im pretty sure it was bleeding too.

My vision became blurry and as soon as I heard the door slam shut, I began to sob louder.

  I cried until my head hurt while picking up the glass and pieces of my heart.