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Third-person POV,
⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱
72 hour.....
12 minutes.....
43 seconds...
{she} waited; watching aa the old birdie clock tick loudly throughout the apartment. That loud obnoxious noise was making her loneliness grow like the ocean beyond the sea. These three long arduous years of marriage pass like a windstorm. Her love, her hate, and her burning tears he saw it all. waiting worrying patiently for the male. She cleaned their shared room 9 times, mopped the house floor 12 times, cooked many many batches of her famous cookies, and even took out and replanted flowers in the little garden in the backyard in the past three days waiting for the male worriedly. She knew she shouldn't be worrying because he is a famous man. someone who can go out and have so many people ready to try and rip a piece of him.
But she was more worried as today was there three years anniversary. She felt sick to believe he would remember their 3rd anniversary. Her (color eyes) flickered slowly around the well-decorated room. From the roses hanging from the ceiling to the scent of fruit candles and presents sitting near the door for said male. The candles were almost burned out as she sat there embarrassed because she believed he wouldn't miss today as he did in fact promise her to be there.
This shared room felt like it was getting smaller, her eyes began to blur as the tears began to slowly poor as she tried so hard to hold herself together as the pain of her husband left her hating herself for things she knew she couldn't control. " you're fine {yn} your fine, he didn't forget he just overworking, he didn't forget again" she whispered over and over again as she fiddled with her fingers as she stared at the ticking clock before she chewed on her bottom lip angry at herself that she let this get this far.
The strong scent of fruit scent candles around the room the sexual outfit that hugged her body as she planned everything out for the night but he never showed with the many texts and calls to get home to come on. She called Jin-oppa even Jungkook but they both haven't seen him in the past three days. Scared and worried out of her mind she even called her Mother-in-law and told Y/n she will get in contact with Taehyung. She did and he had to tell his mother a false lie. He was at the studio making a song with his friends.
Y/n didn't want to believe her thoughts were right about him cheating on her. She can taste the doubt and the feeling of knowing but not believing in that feeling. she knew that if tried to find the truth would hurt her. She slowly stood up holding her nude body quietly and rubbing her arms tired of this dirty feeling that grew in the depth of her belly. She glanced at the body mirror and stared at the beautiful women before her. She didn't know where she came from nor where this beautiful woman should look. at all other bare ( color skin) the light makeup on her face and the sweet taste of cherry lipstick on her lips as she traced over them with her tongue gently.
She wasn't the best looking as she heard her sister tell her many times. But taehyung made her feel beautiful and happy. It was- well nice to have him in her arms every night after long sexual yet tense nights after arguments. His deep voice drove her insane especially when he whispered or moan her name close to her ears. His nails dug into her thighs as she pleaded and dragged her nails down his back. but it's been weeks since she was able to get that high static feeling.
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Cheater || Kim Taehyung || [Completed]
أدب الهواةI thought I was his everything but I guess I have to move on with life like death and life