"jagiya~ im home!" you heard his voice. you ran out of the kitchen, where you were cooking him dinner, to greet him with a smile on your face. if you didnt, he would get upset.
"kris! how was work, yeobo?" you asked him, your fake smile oozing "love". he your cheek, and you stopped yourself from flinching. you had covered your cheek with so much concealer, but the bruise was still there.
"it was good, jagiya. what did you do today?" you and kris walked over to the couch and he pulled you into his lap.
"oh, you know, i cleaned up, and then i started dinner a few hours ago, and then you came home!" you smiled. "its always the highlight of my day when you come home, kris." you kissed his cheek. suddenly, he got up, dumping you unceremoniously on the couch.
"jagi, i want my dinner in fifteen minutes." he said, turning to go to the bedroom.
"alright." you said.
it was so odd... the man you once loved had changed into this... this monster, after working for that company for so long. it was unbearable. you got up to get his dinner, when you heard a shout.
"JAGI! what is this?! a suitcase on the bed? yah, did you think you were going somewhere? were you going to leave me?!" he stormed into the kitchen with some of your clothes in his hand.
tears sprung to your eyes. "n-no, kris, yeobo, i would never leave-" you were cut off when his hand slapped your face. the force drove you into the wall. you started to cry heavily.
"kris! stop, please!" you sobbed, knowing that this might be the time you actually die.
"yah, do you want to die? jagi! answer me!" he put his hands around your throat, banging your head against the wall. you couldnt breathe.
"k-ris, yeobo... please.. i cant- i cant... breathe.." you tried to reach for something to hit him with. you and kris were right next to the stove. you tried to reach for a pan.
"dont lie to me! why did i marry you, you worthless ! dont act like i dont notice how you are around the guys! you were going to leave me for jongin, werent you?! or maybe joonmyun!? answer me, jagiya!" he was so full of rage, his spit was flying into your already tear-soaked face. you were starting to see black spots. your fingers touched the pan. you picked it up and hit kris with it as hard as you could, letting out a large sob as you did. he crumpled to the ground.
you knelt next to him, pulling his head into your lap. you his hair. your tears fell onto his face.
"kris..." you whispered as you closed your eyes. you kissed his forehead, then got up. you unpacked your bag. you put away your clothes.
you stayed.