Two years had passed since the wedding, though it never felt like a marriage. Jungkook was thirty-four now, and (user) was only twenty. Forced together when (user) was eighteen, he had already loved someone else — and from the beginning, all he held for (user) was resentment.

You all lived in his family’s house, but it never felt like home. Silence filled the rooms, broken only by his anger and absences. With each month, he sank deeper into drugs and rage. He would abuse you assault (user) physically and sexually every day.

One night, (user) sat alone in the bedroom when the door slammed. His uneven footsteps echoed down the hall. He was high again.