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Ships
Male Reader/oc
Au's
Anything but smut honestly
There is cursing in my writing my apologies if you don't like but there is a back button if you don't.
⚠️Warning!⚠️ Strong language Trigger warning Homophobic slurs
Y/N's POV
Slam! Crash!
"You slut! I don't know why I even married you!" My mom then ran to her room to avoid any further abuse.
This wasn't the first time my stepfather, Daniel, had ever said something like this to my mom. They got married about a month ago. But that's all it took.
It only took him one week to show us how much of a monster he really was. He hit both of us. Constantly yelled and threw things. My mother cried every night and when he was at the bar.
She didn't deserve this, the abuse. Whenever I could I would take the beatings for her, but I couldn't do much when I don't even live at home anymore.
My boss had given me a week off, so I decided to visit home. My mother told me everything on the first night. About how depressed she was, and how she felt trapped in a never-ending cycle of torture. She thought this was a sign that she had done something wrong and just didn't deserve love.
I haven't seen her happy since I told her that my boyfriend of 3 years, Namjoon, had proposed.
But that was two months ago. Now she has tear stains, bruises, and dark circles under her eyes.
"Y/N! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!" I quickly put my phone down and ran out of my door. "Yes, sir," I said as I came down the stairs to see my fiance, Namjoon standing there. "This guy says he's here to see you."
Namjoon's head immediately shot up. "Hey, Joon," I smiled at him, "I thought you were busy with the comeback?"
"PD-nim gave us the day off." I nodded and gestured up the stairs. "Hey, mom? Joonie is here. Just in case you wanted to know. We'll be in my room." I heard a quiet "okay" in response.
"So that's your stepdad, huh?" I nodded frowning, but quickly looked up and smiled at him. "Never mind him. How is the comeback coming?" He shook his head a chuckled lightly. "Always putting others before yourself, Y/N. But it's coming along well. I won't spoil anything."
I pouted "You're no fun." He quickly kissed my lips and I dramatically fell to the bed, my hand on my heart. "Oh no. I've been wounded. My hearteu can't take this." I said dramatically in English. "Oh, whatever shall I do?" He jokingly said laying down next to me.
"I guess since he's dead I'll have to cancel the wedding." He sighed playfully, picking up my left hand.
"Oh, would you look at that I'm not dead," I quickly sat up. "I would hope you weren't." I heard someone chuckle tiredly from the doorway. "Ms. L/- I mean Mrs. Lee!" Namjoon said jumping up from the bed to hug my mom.
"How many times do I have to tell you, Hun. Call me Mom."
"Sorry Mrs.- I mean Mom."
We sat down on my bed and talked about many things. Then we started talking about wedding plans. "Ohh I'm so excited! My son is going to be married to the best man possible!" Mom squealed loudly. But just a bit too loudly.
We heard stomping. The door slammed open and the top hinge broke. "What the fuck did you just say!?" Daniel screamed at my mom. Face red. Hand raised, ready to snack her.
My mom paled. I immediately ran in front of her, fists clenched.
Smack!
I barely even moved my feet. My head turned, but that was it. I was so fed up with this man and his bullshit.
"YOU FUCKING FAGGOT! I KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG WITY YOU! YOU'RE GUCKING GAY!" Namjoons eyes widened. I just started at Daniel. Right into his eyes.
"So what? To you, I'm a faggot. To my mom, I'm her best and only son. To my friends, I'm a savior. And to Namjoon...I'm his fiance. You see, I don't care about your opinion. It's one in a million. I care about the opinions of those who matter. Yours isn't one. And you hitting me just proves something. You're a guy who either A, thinks he deserves, and owns anything he wants and sees. Or B, are so cowardly that he has to pick a fight with someone half his age and hit a woman. No less the one he married."
He looked at me shocked and angry. He tried to land a punch on me but I dodged it, grabbed his fist, and pulled his arm behind his back, pressing him against the wall. "Now. I want out of my mom's house. Out of my life, and out of hers. If I ever see you again, I will not hesitate to call the police. You understand me?"
He stayed silent. "I asked you, do you understand me?" I pulled his arm up further and spoke louder. My voice filled with authority. He nodded and I released my grip. "Leave, motherfucker. Before I change my mind." He ran out and I walked over to my mom and Namjoon.
"Are you guys okay?" They both stood and hugged me. "Thank you" "I'm so glad you're okay,"
My mom never had an issue with him again. She became happy again. Namjoon and I got married and adopted our first child, an 8-year-old girl. Yoongi and Jimin announced their relationship to ARMY and us. (Yoonmin for life) Jungkook and Tae were still as innocent as ever and Jin and Hoseok made sure it stayed that way.
I hope you ARMY'S like it. Comment any, and I mean ANY mistakes I made. This goes for my other stories as well. - Greyson
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