Yuri's POV

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping and the sun beaming through the blinds of the bedroom window. I rubbed my eyes and tried to focus on the ceiling for as long as my vision wasn't as blurry.

After a few seconds I found myself staring at the ceiling, if someone walked in I could've looked as if I was possessed so I sat up on my bed. My arm was still very much painful because of that I didn't want to put an strenuous amount of pressure on it.

I gently massaged my arm with my right hand, as I sat in the bed I realized that I didn't see Taehyung. He was probably downstairs or in the bathroom, I got up and made my way to the bathroom. I knocked on the door and heard no response, perhaps he was in the study?

I then approached the study and knocked on the door, still no response. At that point I was starting to get worried about him. If he wasn't downstairs I was going to flip out, I rushed downstairs and to my disappointment he wasn't there. Nor in the kitchen even in the living room, where was he?

I saw the maid entering the house while carrying plastic bags filled with vegetables, I then thought that he probably went grocery shopping with her.

"Good morning, is Taehyung with you?" I asked. She looked up at me and smiled, the same smile that I always loved to see everyday. She told that he wasn't with her but he went out for a run and he would be back soon.

I was relieved, at least he didn't literally run away from home or could've possibly done something to himself. I took a deep breath and smiled, I went back upstairs and made my way to the bathroom. I opened the door and I locked it behind me, I began to do my usual morning routine.

After I was done I left the bathroom and headed to the bedroom, I opened the wardrobe and took out my grey sweatpants. I decided to wear one of Taehyung's oversized shirt, it smelt like him as well.

I headed to the study, I entered and closed the door behind me. As I was about to fully adjust the the room I saw pictures scattered across the floor, what happened in here?

I picked up all the photographs, I decided to look at all of them. I realized that the photographs were Taehyung when he was younger, some pictures included with him and his siblings. However, one photograph caught my eye.

It looked as if his facial expression was highlighting sadness, his eyes looked rather different. As if he was crying or the feeling of hurt was being portrayed in his eyes, I was unsettled while looking at the picture.

In another photograph he was frowning,  the same frown I would use to see everyday ever since I got married to him. What could possibly change his facial expression into that state? Was it because he wasn't in the mood for a photograph session? Did something happen? Like one of his parents yelled at him?

I placed the pictures on the table and decided to snoop around, I opened a drawer and I came across letters, a bunch of them. I decided to read only one since I wasn't certain if he would come back, the letter looked a bit ancient. Well not really but I could tell it was written some time ago because I noticed the date.

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14/05

I'm honestly sick and tired with regards to everyone. I'm always taken advantage of, can't nobody see how miserable I am? I can't find someone to love because of my messed up childhood. If only I could disappear it would be absolutely amazing, nobody cares about me anyways.

Life? Hate it.

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I sealed the letter in the same way I found it, I placed everything back in a drawer. I didn't care which drawer everything belonged it, I just stuffed everything inside frantically.

As I closed the drawer I felt a presence watching me, I immediately knew that it was Taehyung. I decided to improvise, I pretended as if I was looking for something that belonged to me.

I opened each drawer and just rummaged throughout them, I acted as if I was in desperate need for the imaginary long lost something. I then looked towards the door and to my expectation it was him, he was leaning towards the door frame with his arms crossed.

I couldn't interpret what was going on in his mind, without saying a word he signalled for me to walk towards him and I did so. I approached him then stood in front of him, "what are you doing?" He asked. I couldn't tell that he was starting to get angry, I remained calm throughout the whole time.

"I'm looking for something." I answered, of course he wouldn't believe me because he raised an eyebrow. Now I really needed to come with more lies, I hated lying but for this situation I couldn't help it.

"Which is?" He questioned, something told me to tell him that I was looking for an empty journal. Just an empty journal.

"An empty journal, for my note taking when it comes to my books." I answered, sounding confident in my answer. I thought that nightmare would end but sadly it wasn't going to end anytime soon.

"I thought you already have a journal." He stated, oh my goodness this man could never back down. I insisted that I needed a new one since the one I already had was a bit old. I needed a completely new journal.

He then stood upright and insisted that I should step aside in which I did. He made his way through the drawer, he pulled the compartment that I had placed his pictures and letters. I started to panic, what if he realized that those things were never placed there before.

He was searching in that compartment until he took out a journal size book. I was relieved, he handed it to me. Before I could take it he yanked it back, leaving me dumbfounded.

"Before I give this to you, you have to answer this simple question honestly." He stated. I didn't mind him asking any sorts of questions.

"Yes sure, what is it-" before I could say the full sentence he got straight to the point.

"Why were you looking at my pictures and letters?"