Jungkook called. He wants his hair back....I LOVE YOU
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"Ugh..why am I the one to bring all of the luggage in? Some of this stuff is yours too you know", I groaned as I set down the three suitcases.

Hoseok was laying down as he played games on his phone, chewing on a pice of gum very annoyingly.

"You could do it. I had to marry you so you owe me a favor", he shrugged.

"It's not like I wanted to marry you. Our parents arranged that marriage. And I have a boyfriend so don't think I'm interested in you", I said, sitting down on my suitcase.

"Don't worry. I don't think that at all. I would never think that", he smirked.

Ouch. That hurt. I don't care anyways.

"I'm not bringing your stuff in", I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Uh huh", he said, focusing on the little device in his hands.

"Someone's gonna steal your stuff if you don't bring them in", I said.

"Kay", he said.

I stayed in the same position as I watched him play on his phone. I groaned and went outside to get his stuff out of the car.

I glared at him as I huffed out a breath.

"That's a good wife. Now can you put them in my room? And while you're in there, can you put my clothes away", he said.

"Excuse me? What do I look like? Your maid?", I asked, trying to keep calm.

"Actually..my wife. And it was my parent's idea so if I tell them that you aren't being the great wife you're supposed to be, there will be some consequences", he said, standing up and walking towards me with a thin line on his face.

"C-Consequences? What consequences?", I asked him.

"My father hired your mother as an assistant in his company so if you aren't obeying me, your mother is out of a job", he said.

"You wouldn't dare", I said.

"Try me", he said, staring down at me.

I clenched my jaw and tried so hard not to have my fist make contact with his face.

"Now doll, go put my suitcases in my room and put my clothes away", he said.

I bit my tongue at the nickname he gave me. My eyes were welling up with tears and I tried not to let them fall.

"Your room? Don't you mean our room?", I asked him.

"The couch has your name on it. Don't fall asleep until your done with putting away my clothes. Then make dinner, I'm starving", he said, patting his stomach.

He sat back down on the couch and continued playing on his phone. I grabbed his bags and placed them on the floor in our..his room. It took me about two hours to finish unpacking both of our stuff.

I went towards the kitchen and started cooking some noodles. The hot water softened up the noodles and I was about to add salt until Hoseok came in and made a disgusted face.

"Yuck, I don't want that", he said, swatting the salt from my hands.

"What the heck?? Why didn't you say anything before??", I asked, picking up the salt from the floor.

"You didn't ask. I want pancakes with cut up bananas", he said.

"Isn't it a little too late for pancakes?", I said.

"It's never too late. Anyways, clean this up. I don't want a dirty kitchen", he said, referring to the salt that dropped onto the floor.

After he left the kitchen, I sighed. I grabbed my phone and dialed up my mom's number.

"(Y/n)? Sweetie? What's going on? How is the new house?"

"Mom?", I said, sniffling.

"Love, are you crying? Why are you crying? You should be happy."

"I'm not happy at all. Why did you have to agree to the marriage with his parents just for a job? There are plenty of jobs out there. Why?", I said, wiping the tears away.

"You have to understand that I wasn't getting hired anywhere. I had no choice. And since your father left, I've been having a hard time paying rent. Plus, Hoseok's your friend. I thought you wouldn't mind."

"We're not friends. And you know I'm with Sam. I only want to be with Sam", I said.

"I'm sorry (y/n). There's really nothing I can do. Just hang in there. I'll call you tomorrow."

I put my phone away and wiped my tears. After cleaning up, I stood up and sighed.

"And by the way, I'm gonna need you to break up with your boyfriend", Hoseok said, startling me.

"What?? I'm not doing that!", I yelled.

"No. You are gonna do that. We're married now so I can't have a wife that has a boyfriend. Get rid of him or I will", he said before walking into the room.

I hate him so much. What crawled up his ass to make him this way? Although I hate him so much, I can't risk say or do anything that will cost my mom's job. I looked at the clock and realized it was still early so I called Sam to come over.

"Hey babe", Sam smiled as he kissed me.

I pulled away early and cleared my throat. He came in and sat down on the couch.

"So what do you wanna talk about?", he asked.

"Umm..", I sat down next to him and struggled to say what I had to say.

"Listen, since I'm married to Hoseok....I can't be with you",I said quietly.

"Why? Because of that loser? Are you really taking his side?", he scoffed.

"I'm not taking his side I just can't be with you", I said.

"Are you really that stupid?? Why can't you ever stand up for yourself?? Fine. If that's what you want", he said.

"It's not what I want. It's what I have to do. Why can't you understand that??", I asked, practically yelling.

"Whatever. You know, you guys are right for each other. Both of you are stubborn, clueless, selfish...I can keep going but I don't have all night. I knew I should've broken up with you when I found out about this", he scoffed one more time before heading out the door.

Broken by his hurtful words, I threw my phone across the room. Hoseok came out of the little hallway and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at me.

"I hope you're happy....because after today, I'll never be happy being married to you", I yelled at him as I ran into the bedroom.
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Wow so much angst. I wasn't planning on writing two parts but I guess I am now.