It's nearing 7 am and I'm not asleep yet, with hooded eyes. I checked my phone for the last time. Hoping that there'll be a message or missed call from my husband at least.
But there was none.
I only closed my eyes, trying to stop myself from crying out of frustration. I bit my lower lip and sighed deeply.
I know he said that I shouldn't wait for him. I'm the reason why we fought last night after all, but I was too stubborn to do so. I'm still currently waiting for him to come home.
Or am I still his home? When I heard the door clicked opened. I immediately stood up from the bed, hastily removing the blanket that's keeping me warm for the whole night.
And there, I saw my husband clumsily removing his coat and shoes, his one hand pressed on the wall to keep himself balanced while the other one is trying to remove his shoes.
He groaned and plopped himself on the couch, throwing his arm to shield his face from the light that's coming through the window.
"Where have you been?" I asked, worried. "Now you care? you don't even consider my decisions in life Jimin, get real." He mocked, closing his eyes again.
"Jungkook, just look at you. Do you want anything? water?" I looked at his situation right now, he's wasted.
"What do you think? Go upstairs and sleep. I'm sleeping here on the couch. I don't wanna sleep with you tonight." He said coldly, immediately turning his attention away from me.
"What is wrong with you?!" I glared at him, tears filling up my eyes. I only stared at him with a heavy heart. It doesn't seem like he wants to talk to me about this. About us.
I only wiped my tears harshly before sighing deeply. I turned around and started walking upstairs.
I did nothing all night but cry myself to sleep on the cold bed. I need his warm, but does he need mine?
No.
Or maybe, he just doesn't want me.
I forced myself to stand up and washed up. Clothes neat and clean while I'm kneeling on the floor, zipping all my suitcases and and packing up my belongings.
I can't do this any longer. At least not with him.
I was about to stand up not until Jungkook bang the door opened. I turned to look at him with swollen eyes, his expression right now, shows that he's now in his clear mind.
But I'm so tired. So tired of fighting for the relationship that feels one sided. I'm so exhausted understanding him. It feels like we didn't love each other at all.
"Baby, what is this?" He stuttered looking around our room and noticing half of my things are gone.
"Don't tell me." He trailed off, eyes wide and looking at me.
He ran towards me and hugged my waist tightly, burying his face on the crook of my neck. "Please baby, don't do this." He whispered against my neck, his hot breathe making me shiver.
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to shout at you! Say those words to you! I was just drunk, please don't leave. We can talk about this. We can work this out, just please." He begged and held my hands desperately.
But can that reason justify how we're falling apart? was it enough to fix both of us?
"You fucking cheated on me." I breathed, lips trembling. His eyes immediately furrowed at that.
"Huh?" His hold on my hand became tighter. "Where the fuck did you get that idea from? I would never-"
"But you did!" I shouted, no longer holding back my anger.
