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Spending some time with her memories, she finally emerged from the storeroom, sighing as the reality of having to go to his house settled in. She knew she would have to endure that painful life again.

As she walked downstairs, she saw her mother bustling around the kitchen. Glancing at the dining table, she wondered,

"Why are there so many dishes?

Is this breakfast or lunch?"

"Call Namjoon," her mom said. Before she could respond, she noticed Namjoon coming down the stairs.

He stand beside her,but she avoided looking up at him. Her mother gestured for them to sit and eat.

They sat beside each other, and she was shocked by the number of dishes. Her mother noticed her distraction as she played with her food.

Her face was red and her lips were swollen; her mother began to think that they are a married couple and something might happened between them that's why she was looking like this. She smiled, continuing to eat.

As Namjoon finished a bit of his meal and got up, her mother frowned at him.

"Eat properly. I especially made this for you," she insisted.

She never did this for me.

"Thank you so much, but I have to go, or I'll be late for the office," he said, signalling Y/N to get up.

Namjoon left her house, but her father stopped her as she was about to follow.

"Where are your manners? You didn't even say goodbye!" he said, looking at her angrily.

She turned to face them and spoke, "I respect you and love you both, but you're both so terrible. So much terrible. Goodbye. I hope we will never meet again. Happy life, Mum and Papa," she called them by the names she used in her childhood.

In the car, Namjoon noticed Y/N leaning back in her seat, her hand on her stomach as she stared out the window with a blank expression.

Is she is in too much pain?

He dropped her off at home and headed to the office. Later, she cleaned the house and prepared dinner for him. When he returned, he found her already asleep.

Days passed in this manner; he would come home and find her already asleep, and in the morning, she would silently make breakfast and eat with him without making eye contact.

Today, he arrived home a bit earlier than usual. As he stepped inside, he saw her busy in the kitchen. He placed his belongings on the table and went in to see her.

She was focused on cooking when he wrapped his arms around her waist, causing her to gasp. When she turned to see she found Namjoon, she didn’t move, still concentrating on her task.

"What are you making?" he asked, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"Dinner," she replied coldly.

"What for dinner?" he asked, burying his face in the crook of her neck.

"Bulgogi with rice," she said, still keeping her attention on the food.

"Let go of me," she finally told him, and he released her.

Once he freshened up, he saw her lying on the couch, and the food prepared on the table.

"Don't you want to eat?" he asked as he approached her.

"No," she replied, not opening her eyes.

"Why not?" he inquired, bending down to her level.

"I just don’t want to," she replied, his anger starting to rise.

"What's your problem? You’ve been acting strange lately," he said, frustration evident in his voice.

"I'm acting? Just go eat your food before it gets cold" she said, as she chuckled lightly.

"Come eat with me," he said, grabbing her wrist.

"I don’t want to eat with you! Just let go of me," she insisted, shrugging off his hand.

"No, come with me," he said, pulling her toward the kitchen.

"I said leave me alone!" she shouted.

He looked at her, pinning her against the wall. Gazing into her eyes, he saw only pain and sadness. Though his expression softened, but her next words fueled his anger.

"What you wanna do? You will punish me than do it, hit me, fuck me, I have aquaphobia! You pushed me deep into the water. Do you have any idea how terrified I was then—and still am?" she screamed, tears welling in her eyes.

"What?" he asked, unable to believe what he was hearing.

"You're hurting me! You're hurting me so much... I hate you! I don’t want to live with you anymore. I want a divorce, Namjoon!" she yelled, and he narrowed his eyes, unable to accept what she had just said.

"Say something, hit me, hurt me, just say something"she yelled again.

~i don't want to leave, but your actions told me to.

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