Door slamming shut, Wyen's tired figure soon got rid of the shoes before her bag was thrown on the couch.

As she tied her hair into a bun, her eyes landed on it.

The only picture of him with her.

A Photo Frame of their Married selves.

His lips laid on hers ever so gently.

The way he secured her in his arms look so ethereal for her eyes.

Blinking, she walked away within her hand balling into a fist.

Entering the bedroom, she noticed how messy it was.

Chips all over the bedsheets, along with empty drink bottles.

It made her step back in utter shock.

Rubbing her sore head, she tried to restrain herself before walking inside the bathroom.

Eyeing the tiles and the sinks, she sighed in relief when it looked fresh and clean.

Especially dry.

Dry enough for her feet to step inside without any hesitance.

Eyes blinking on the tiles she was standing upon, the flashbacks flooded back.

"Wyenn~!"

"Yes!? O-oh i forgot breakfast again!?"

The door bursted open but he froze.

Her dress which reached her knees looked so small on her short figure.

Her plump cleavage made his eyes trail down till her lower stomach and

they froze on her butt.

The tension in his chest grew and before he could resist the urge, he reached her.

Her eyes vigorously blinked when her waist was grabbed by Jungkook.

A squeal, her lips were soon sealed by his.

Giggles echoed before his fingers slipped inside her dress.

The smile faded away and her eyes blinked as she felt his tongue slip inside her parted lips.

As he deepened the kiss, her eyes clutched tight.

Her hands fisted his sleeveless shirt but then, they were pinned down on the floor.

"J-jungkook-"

Breathless, she gripped her dress as his lips neared her cleavage.

His eyes met hers and his fingers slipped off the straps of her dress.

She blushed within the panic kicking in

but when he pecked her clothed chest, she lost the energy she built.

Suppressing the sounds which were about to slip,

She gripped his shoulder tight.

"J-jungkook- n-no-"

"You're so beautiful."

He desperately pulled down the dress till her lower waist.

Gasping, she felt him pin her down.

His strong figure which hovered her made everything too much to take for her.

"W-wait-"

When he unclasped her bra, she felt her body quiver in fear.

"J-jungkook- no please, w-wai-"

His lips took a bite of her chest and her cheeks turned pink.

Tears welling up, she felt one of his hand pin her hands above

while the other one caressed her thigh.

The coldness of his skin made her warm skin shudder.

As she felt his lips peck her nipples, she trembled.

"P-please-"

She pleaded but nothing reached jungkook's ears.

His eager self trailed up his hand till it felt the panties.

Biting his lip, his frowned expression turned more of the tough one.

His hand roughly gripped down the hands when she tried to move.

She gasped but when he sucked her chest, she lost it.

The moans slipped out of her lips and she bit down on her lip.

"N-nghh!"

She tried to lower her voice.

His fingers pulled down her underwear while her eyes welled up with tears.

His eyes clutched close.

As he sucked hard, her moans got louder.

With every sound that left her lips, his body churned in excitement.

His hard shaft under his trousers got more eager to be free.

The pleasure took over his body and he pinched her nipples.

As he felt her struggle, he moved away from her chest only to lower his head down.

But this time, her moans didn't echo.

"N-No!"

The loud sobs lowered and his eyes widened.

"W-wyen-"

His hand let hers go and she immediately scooted far from his reach.

Pulling the dress up her chest,

Her cheeks were wet with streams of tears.

As hiccups took place in her throat,

She sobbed aloud.

Looking up at her trembling figure, his eyes trailed down to his hand which was holding her panties.

His eyes blinked once again.

When he took enough time to process everything,

A groan left his lips.

Reaching over to his wife, he was hesitant.

Hesitant to take her into his arms.

But when her arms wrapped around his neck, he softened.

His eyes softly trailed to her stained cheeks.

The lipstick was wiped off and her small hands gripped his collar at the back of his head.

Hugging him, her sobs got louder making his hand to rub her neck.

As soon as he realised how frightened she was, his hand rubbed down her back.

Her small figure in his arms made him regret every move he made.

As he picked her up in his arms, she flinched.

Eyes meeting, he looked away as shame took over him as a whole.

Placing his fragile wife on the bed, he pulled up the blankets.

He know that she needs some rest.

Especially when she faced another episode.

His eyes landed on his feet.

Walking out of her bedroom, he felt his hand ball into a fist.

The frustration got the best and when he punched the wall, the room shook.

Along with her body that flinched.

As she heard his footsteps fading,

Her eyes closed within the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Hesitant, she dug the nails into her wrist.

Which led the skin to be ripped apart and the blood dripped down her finger tips.

Why me?

Why?

Her head leaned back and when it felt the cupboard of the sink, she hugged her knees.

The grip upon the blade tightened and before she could stop herself, her fist tightened.

Tears slips from the corner of her eyes while she feels the warmth.

The warmth of the fresh, warm blood which starts to drop down on the floor.

As the blade cuts her palm, the amount of blood increases and before she could stop, th hesitant self of hers tightens the fist.

"F-fxck, Dae-ni!"

Wyen chuckles when those words echo in her mind.

"You're so beautiful"

Her laugh loudens as soon as his voice gets more clear.

"You're so tight."

As his words echo, the blade was thrown away.

Th anger in her body drains away as soon as the blood starts loosen up.

Streaming down her palm, it falls on the floor.

Tears streaming down her cheeks, her laugh loudens only for a sob to break in the end.

"Why me!?"