Various // [M]

angst. // pt.1 (jk)

WARNING; language.

"I can't fucking believe you..." Marley sniffed quietly, teary eyed at the sight before her. Her boyfriend, Seokjin, was asleep in their large bed,

with another woman.

Seokjin had originally asked Marley to come home early the other day, but she kept on turning him down, saying "I have to work late, I'm so sorry," or "I already have plans with Ariel and Emmie," or whatever else could possibly happen.

She grabbed the knob and slammed the door to the room, making sure to wake the two up. A million different thoughts were racing through her head all at once, her head starting to pound slightly. "Call someone... I need to call someone, I need somewhere to stay. Emmie, Ariel... Jungkook..."

"M-Marley...?" Seokjin huffed out.

The brunette froze in her tracks towards the door. Throwing her bag onto the ground, she balled her hands into fists and turned around slowly, chewing on her bottom lip.

"It... It's not what it--"

"Save it. I actually cannot believe you," She spat. "You know how hurt I am because of Hoseok cheating on me... so why would you do it too?"

"You can't really blame me. You're never home."

"Really? Really. I'm never home? Because when it comes down to it," Marley took a step closer. "When I get home at about only, oh, 11 pm-- not too late, you're gone. No where to be seen."

Seokjin gulped down his anger, his brows knitted together. She was right. He, almost every night, went to the bar and got (ffuckin tabled) absolutely wasted. But if he was wasted, he crashed at a friends house and just came back home during the middle of the day.

"I always go out of my way to try to make you happy. You just don't let any of my attempts in. I'm over it, Seokjin. I'm over you."

Marley's words stung. She grabbed her bag again and went on her way.

"Goodbye. Have a nice fucking life."

She opened and slammed the front door, walking back to the stairs of the apartment complex. Grabbing her phone, she looked at the numbers of the only three people she could be around.

"Ariel, probably working..." she sighed. "Emmie, also most likely working... but he isn't."

Marley clicked Jungkook's contact on her phone and lingered over the call button. She went ahead and clicked it, putting the phone up to her ear and starting to walk down the stairs.

"Hello? Marley?" Jungkook questioned.

"Yeah, I, um..." Marley started, trying to form a sentence. All of the thoughts from earlier came back and her breath hitched, tears stinging her eyes again.

"Marley? Are you alright?" Jungkook cooed through the phone.

"C-Can I come over?" Marley stuttered. "Seokjin and I are done with each other. He picked up some whore and didn't even have the decency to try and hide it from me... a-atleast Hoseok did that well."

"Oh my god, yes, yeah, the door's open. I'm waiting."

Marley thanked him and hung up, reaching the end of the stairs. She pushed the door at the bottom open, bringing her outside and walked over to the bus stop on the other side of the road.

Thinking to herself, she bit her lip again. A bunch of memories started to flood her mind. Seokjin treated her so well... what happened?

"Please, Jungkook..." her whisper inaudible to everyone but herself.

"Help me."