Abusive Husband- P. Jimin (ON GOING)

7-Colorless

third person POV

Being married to someone who was once a gentlemen, a cute sweet demeanor, a sweetheart, and the one who caught your heart and said "I love you now and always"?. and it turned out that he was just hiding in an angel disguise.. he was a demon, sadistic, man of satan that didn't just hurt you mentally but emotionally and Physically. is just Hell itself..

but no matter how much you want to leave him, report him, send him to jail.. you just can't do it. why? because you fucking love him. and you're thinking about your son's point of view.

Saerin POV

7:59pm he's still not home..

of course he won't come home, he doesn't even want to breath in this house. knowing that I also live here

I'm sitting in my mini office chair signing the papers. I'm having trouble doing anything due to the recent beatings and yesterday's scars, 'I wish I could escape this Hell'

"I wonder if he's thinking about Taeyun's health"

after I finished filling up the blanks I placed them carefully beside my desk lamp and start to lay in my bed

I was about to close my eyes when I remembered I haven't fed Taeyun yet shit I'm such a bad parent

I rushed while slightly limping downstairs and began bringing out some ingridients and started cutting some

*Time skip to where she was done cooking*

I went to Taeyun's bedroom and found him looking out the window

"Taeyun?"

he turned his head to me and said "Papa is with someone" and pointed out the window

I looked out and saw it too..

so that's Jaeha..huh she is pretty and model like

I looked down at my own figure and frowned 'I wish I'm like that, so Jimin would love me again'

they walked past our house and Jimin stupidly ignored Taeyun

"That's not Papa, that's just someone that looks like him. Papa is not someone who meets other woman beside mama" Lies again

"Let's eat, Taeyun I've cooked your favorite"

"kimchi fried rice!!"

I giggled at my son's expression

*Time skip*

"Thank you for the food, Mama"

I smiled

"Mama I need some new art supplies for tomorrow's art class, we're having an event called shaseikai. it's where we'll pick a place in school and we have to draw and paint them, I'm looking forward to it!"

Taeyun had always carried the talent of Illustrating things, and it's one of the things that make me proud of him. he got it from both Jimin and I, Taeyun got the painting and coloring from me while he got Jimin's drawing and sketching

but right now, my world seem colorless.

because of him

"alright go change so we can go"

"Okay!" with that, he rushed upstairs and changed

*ting tingining ting ting ting ting* my phone rang and I looked at the Id

Jimin

huh, that's rare.."maybe he pressed the wrong number..?"

and the ring stopped.. not even a minute passed, another ring was heard

"...okay? *pressed answer* hel-lo?" I stuttered

"I'm not going home tonight!;ahh babe! don't call anyone while we're; *beep* the call ended.

well it's not like I want to hear the whole sentence, I didn't even wanna hear it in the first place!

"mama was that Papa?"

I turned around and saw Taeyun sitting on the couch

"no, t-that wasn't Papa... I was just continuing watching the movie I was planning to finish soon"

he nodded and somewhat looked sad

I'm sorry Taeyun.. really sorry

"you're changed so let's go!"

*time skip to where they were buying art supplies*

while me and Taeyun were picking some supplies Taeyun called me

"Mama?"

"what is it?"

Taeyun POV

I hestitated for a second and asked the question that've been bothering me recently

"does Papa love you?"

I saw her figure stiftend and began to space out

"Mama?"

"oh! yes, of course Papa loves me" the 'loves me' part was soft and low but I still heard it

does Papa really love Mama?..

Saerin POV

"does Papa love me too?"

I crouched to match his level  "of course Papa loves you, why would you think he doesn't love us both? hmm?" I mean I already know the reason why Jimin doesn't love me anymore

wait

do I really know?

ohh, right

maybe because I was just wasn't enough

maybe I did something wrong
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maybe because I excisted