~ I Just Wanna Feel Normal ~

* Y/N'S POV *

"Y/N! Open the door! Chris is here!", Jimin's melodic screeches woke me up from the deep slumber in which I found solace. 

"Why the hell is this guy even...", I grumbled as I rubbed my eyes and sat up in bed, my hair being the perfect embodiment of a bird's nest. 

Wait a minute. Did he just say CHRIS was here!? 

My sleepy eyes shot open, the last remnants of inertia disappearing into oblivion. I checked the wall clock which read 7:15 am, which means I'm late by 15 mins! 

I hurriedly got up, throwing the sheets off my body and adjusting my dress and taming my hair, which had been reduced to a misbehaved bundle of hay, I walked down the lobby to arrive at the living room. 

"How kind of you to greet us with your presence, darling.", Chris said with a stiff smile. 

"I'm sorry, darling. I must've been very tired that I overslept.", I apologized, fearing what punishment awaited me. 

Chris hated tardiness. And my stupid ass had to wake up late on the day he's supposed to pick me up. 

"Thank you Jimin for taking care of Y/N. I hope she wasn't a bother to you.", Chris said as he stood up, indicative of the fact that I must leave at once. 

My heart fell at that thought, disheartened that I had to leave so soon. Also, I didn't say goodbye to Taehyung. 

"Not at all. See ya later, Y/N.", Jimin said as he bade me farewell from his apartment. 

I smiled a fake smile in his direction, my heart breaking as every second ebbed by. 

I didn't want to leave...

"Let's go, Y/N.", Chris said as he tugged at my arm sharply. 

"Huh? Oh...yes. I'm sorry.", I apologized, as I realized that I had been staring at the closed door with a longing look in my eyes. 

"You can sleep when we get home. I have a meeting to attend with Jimin. Also tonight, we'll be formally announcing our engagement to the public. For that, my parents are hosting a party. I want you to wear something elegant but not too revealing. I'll be sending my driver to pick you up.", Chris said with a small smile on his face as he wrapped his arm around my waist, making me feel revolted. 

"I-I'm scared, Chris. Won't you be accompanying me?", I asked, as I chewed on my bottom lip. 

He chuckled slightly and said,"Don't worry, Y/N. Take it as your first stepping into my world."

I offered him a weak smile, feeling pukish. I didn't want to attend these social gatherings, knowing that I'd never fit in with the chatter and hullabaloo of the elite classes. 

The ding of the elevator halting at the ground floor brought me back to my senses, as I tagged along with him, my mind elsewhere. 

- TIME SKIP TO THEM REACHING HOME - 

"Y/N. Make me some breakfast, will ya?", Chris commanded as he loosened his tie. 

"Sure. What would you like?", I asked as I tied my hair into a high bun. 

"Eggs sunny-side up and bread to go along with it.", he said as he entered the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him. 

I sighed a little as I entered the kitchen to make him his breakfast. I wish we could order take out like normal people. Or grab something down the street. 

But Chris hates those things, looking down on people who do them. 

I wish that my life would somehow magically turn around and I'd be able to experience these things with someone I like. But, no point in wishful thinking. 

Sighing once again, I concentrated on making the food perfect. He wouldn't want a breakfast that's burnt now, would he? 

- TIME SKIP - 

I heard the bedroom door click open as I put the dishes on the counter. I hope he likes them, though I've never ever received a complaint about my culinary skills from him. And I'd like to keep it that way as well. 

He strode in, wearing a crisp fitted lilac shirt, which made his taut muscles even more prominent, and perfectly fitted grey trousers, his pair of brown Oxford shoes shiny with boot polish, not a speck on them. He truly looked the image of an heir to the Jenson Co Ltd. 

"Y-Your breakfast!", I said, my voice high pitched as I placed the plate of food nearer to his side. 

"I'm not hungry.", he said coldly, his green emeralds shining with anger and fury. 

"B-But, you asked me--.", I began, but stopped the very next minute when he threw the plate onto the kitchen floor with a loud bang, the food all over the dado tiles and the plate shattered into a million pieces. 

"I asked my fiance to make food for me. Not some whore. How much did you get paid to lay down with him, huh!?", he asked as I looked at him, astonished and a little frightened by his outburst. 

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TRY TO PRETEND YOU'RE INNOCENT WHEN YOU'RE NOT!", he yelled at me, his voice resounding through out the apartment and probably, through the entire building. 

"I-I d-don't k-know w-what y-you're t-talking a-about, C-Chris.", I said with every honest fibre in my body. 

"Fine. Be the uncooperative slut you are. Maybe I need to discipline you.", he said, his voice cold and icy, but his eyes were wild. Wilder than that of a rabid dog's. 

"I'm telling the tru-.", I began but he didn't let me finish as he slapped me hard.

So hard that I fell on the ground and one of the broken china pieces went and got embedded in my knees. I whimpered in pain as I saw blood oozing out of the cut, tainting the floor red. 

Chris crossed over to my side of the room and hoisted me up by my arm and barked,"YOU UNFAITHFUL WOMAN!"

"C-Chris...I haven't been unfaithful.", I said, as tears oozed out of my eyes. 

"Oh really!? Then care to explain this picture and the heading!?", he exclaimed sarcastically as he showed me his phone with the recent update of New York Times on the screen. 

"PARK Y/N, FIANCE OF CHRIS JENSON, SPOTTED WITH AN ASIAN MALE. IS HE A NEW BODYGUARD? OR IS THERE SOMETHING ELSE GOING ON BEHIND THE CURTAINS THAT THE PUBLIC AND, BY EXTENSION, EVEN THE JENSON FAMILY DOESN'T KNOW?"

My eyes bulged out and were about to fall off from their sockets as I read the headlines and saw the photo of me and Taehyung entering the shop the previous day. The picture was blurry, but Taehyung's eccentric blue hair was clearly visible in the shot. 

"Who's the guy? Your male toy or something!?", Chris bellowed as he squeezed my arm tighter still. 

"C-Chris...he's just my friend. A childhood friend. You can ask J-Jimin if you don't believe me.", I said, biting my lips so as to not burst into tears. 

"YOU HAVE MALE FRIENDS!? AND ONES WHICH I DON'T KNOW OFF!", he said, getting angrier still as he hit me once again in the same spot and kicked me in my stomach. 

"C-Chris...it hurts. Please.", I said, begging him to stop.  

"IT BETTER HURT, YOU FUCKING BITCH!", he said as he kicked me once again. 

"C-Chris...you're the only one for me.", I whimpered as I lay on the ground, feeling numb due to the pain wracking my entire body. 

"I better be.", he said as he looked at my pitiful self with loathe and walked off.

I closed my eyes, trying not to succumb to darkness. It was inviting, but I won't give up just yet. I'll fight as long as my bones don't break and my blood isn't drained from my body. As long as my heart beats, I'll not succumb. 

"The driver will be here at 6 pm. Be ready by then.", Chris's voice came into my ears as his footsteps became fainter and fainter, till I heard the front door slam shut. 

He's gone...

He didn't even help me pick up the pieces...

I let out a hollow laugh as I picked myself up from the cold floor. That asshat had turned off the heating as well and taken away the key to the electric box with him. 

Wincing in pain, I looked at myself in the mirror. Perusing what the damage he had done. Purplish-blue marks had formed on my cheek and stomach while a purple ring of five fingers adorned my arm. At least he didn't give me a black eye. That would've been hard to cover up. 

I took the foundation and concealer from my make-up case and starting dressing the wounds. Those were the only first-aid that this apartment contained. 

A/n : Updated, lovelies <33 Do give it a read and hi! I'm back from my break hehe...hopefully, I'll update more often hehe 

P.S : The header picture is of Y/N cooking ^3^ Also, I changed the name of the story hehe ;)

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