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Yoongi

Dedicated to: chickenmcsuga 

(Muffin's POV)
Tears rolled down my eyes. "WHY ARE YOU CRYING?!" Yoongi yelled at me. I couldn't speak. Something was stopping me. Was it my love for him? I don't know. "SPEAK!" He screamed. I kept my eyes at the floor and continued to cry. A tingling, burning pain swished across my cheek and I was thrown to the ground. Yoongi slapped me. It wasn't the first time and it wasn't the last. This would continue until I stopped him. But I didn't know how.

(The next day)

I stood outside our apartment door, number 613. I sighed. "Why do I love him so much when he abuses me like this?" I thought looking at all the bruises and cuts I'd acquired over the years. In the beginning he was such a good boyfriend. He'd take me to beautiful places, call me beautiful things, wrote songs about me. We were in love. It was perfect. But then he started drinking. The stress of being in a band was getting to him. I wasn't enough. I was there to comfort him and help. But it did nothing.

I still love him and he still loves me, but it's just too much for him. And I know that. So maybe that's why I'm still here. I unlocked the door and said, "Yoongi? I'm home." It was quiet. I looked in the kitchen and bottles of liquor were scattered. I put the groceries I had went out to get away. I went into the bedroom we shared to find him sleeping peacefully. It was one of the only times he had been calm. I took of my coat and shoes then laid down next to him. Our backs facing each other.

I closed my eyes and felt him turn around and his arm wrap around my waist. "I love you..." I whispered before dozing off.

(A few hours later)

I felt the bed shake underneath me. "Wake up," A voice said. I opened my eyes. Yoongi stood above me with an empty bottle in his hand. I sat up and waited. Waited for pain. Waited for names. I looked up. He was staring at me. Suddenly everything was in slow motion. He raises his arm, preparing to slap me. I stood up. His eyes following me. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him. We stayed like that for a few moments. He dropped his arm and hugged me back. Slowly, my shoulder became wet.

He was crying. "I love you," he said. I held him tighter. "I love you, too, Yoongi. I never stopped."

(3 amazing years later)

"Do you, Yoongi, take Muffin to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

"I do."

"And do you, Muffin, take Yoongi to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do."

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Yes, I know this didn't end sadly. But it was still sad, ok?

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