Y/n POV
The signs were very obvious. He would come home late like 3 am ish, he would smell like perfume, and there were lipstick stains on his white shirts.
His excuses were always the same.
"Sorry, babe. My manager told us to stay late for producing songs."
"I was practicing for our new comeback."
I was so sick of these excuses, but I couldn't bring myself to confront him. I was so strung up and afraid that the smallest hiccup could cause me to lose it. Then it happened one night...
I was on the couch, waiting for Yoongi to come home. It was already 3:30 am. Finally, the front door opened, revealing a very drunk Yoongi. He stumbled in the doorframe, and couldn't properly take off his shoes.
"Ugh what are you doing here, needy slut? I told you to not wait for me"
"JESUS CHRIST YOONGI!! I AM TRYING TO WAIT FOR YOU! WHAT'S WRONG WITH A GIRLFRIEND, WAITING FOR HER BOYFRIEND TO COME HOME. JUST ADMIT IT, YOU ARE CHEATING ON ME. THE SIGNS ARE REALLY OBVIOUS YOU KNOW. I AM TIRED OF HAVING TO WAIT FOR YOU."
SLAP!
He just slapped me. The love of my life, the person who vowed he would never touch me, just slapped me. But what hurt the most was that his face showed no sign of regret.
"FOR FUCK'S SAKE. Y/N, I HAVE FREAKING NEEDS. YOU NEVER GAVE ME YOUR VIRGINITY! I HAVE HORMONES! YOU NEVER PLEASE ME, SO I HAD TO GO TO THE BAR TO RELIEVE THE PAIN!", the drunk man yelled in my face.
(I felt so uncomfortable writing that lol)
At this point, I was scared of the man in front of me. I whispered,
"So you are saying I am not good enough for you?"
" YES, SO YOU KNOW WHAT? PACK YOUR THINGS AND LEAVE!!" He threw the picture of us on our first anniversary against the wall. The glass shattered. It was like our relationship, broken and unable to fix.