Love is blind

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Chapter 1
It was Saturday night, and instead of going out, I was stuck at home waiting for my boyfriend Namjoon.
He was supposed to be home 2 hours ago for dinner. I already cooked and ate out of impatience.
I started to drift off to sleep when i heard the door of our apartment open revealing a very dark looking Namjoon.
He was drinking again. Which meant trouble. I put on my best smile and got up to greet him.
"Hey baby. How was work?" I asked knowing damn well he wasn't at practice. Still i couldn't question him now.
"Fine. Where's dinner?" He asked while rummaging through the fridge. He wouldn't even look at me when he spoke.
I pulled his already made plate out of the microwave and handed it to him. He just took it and walked to the table to eat.
After a few moments of silence he looked at me and spoke.
"What the fuck are you just standing there for. Shouldn't you be on the bed getting ready!?" He shouted.
Oh no. Not this again. Last time he came home drunk he made me undress completely and practically beat the shit out of me while finding his own release leaving me empty.
I didn't want it to get worse so I  just nodded and went into the bedroom starting to unbutton my blouse. Instead Namjoon came in and tore it off laughing as the buttons flew all over the room. Next he ripped my skirt and panties down to my ankles while unhooking my bra with the other hand. Now that i was completely naked he shoved me onto the bed.
I couldn't do this anymore.
"No." I whimpered.
"What did you just say?" Namjoon glared.
"I said... NO!"I shouted an kicked him off me knocking the wind out of him but only long enough for me to put my underwear and a tshirt on. Then he was back up with his hand around my throat.
"You've got 3 fucking seconds to take that back off and get on the bed before I fucking hurt you. " he growled in my ear.
I made my move when he made his mistake of backing up. I kicked him hard in the nuts and ran not looking back to see if he was chasing me.
I ran out of my apartment and down the hall, out the front door. I ran all the way to the road and to the first gas station i could find.
Instead of calling the cops, i called the only person i could think of.
Suga.

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