Next day (Third day of their marriage)
6 AM.

Y/N prepares breakfast and lunch for Namjoon. She cooks food for him with so much love, putting all of her love into the lunch, hoping that he will enjoy it.

Namjoon wakes up, after having a shower he went to eat breakfast. Y/N serves him and sits down to eat her own breakfast.

He then went to change his clothes, hearing his loud voice from his room. Y/N runs to him, and he looks at her angrily.

"What happened?" she asked, politely.

"Why didn't you press this shirt?" he asked, coming near her with the shirt in his hand.

"I-I pressed four shirts. I didn't knew that you wanted to wear this one," she says, stepping back.

"EXCUSES.. I hate this," he shouts, making her stop in her tracks. She gulps looking at his angry state.

What will he do to me?
Oh no.

He then grabs her arm and throws her onto the bed, holding her wrists and making her understand what he's going to do next.

"D-don't please-e" she begged, he smiles at her and take off her trousers.

"I love when you beg me to leave you" he spoke, as he gives her a playful smirk.

She try to free herself from his grip. But he held her tight. Her hands were already paining. He put himself inside her harshly making her scream. Without even letting her adjust he moves in her harder and harder.

"I wi-l pree-s all yo-ur clothes fr-m n-ow-stop-ples" she try to speak.

His each and every th®ust was giving pain to her. His one hand was busy smacking her ass and the other was holding her tight.

It hurts her more when he pull himself out from her and again th®ust in her. Her legs began to shake from his deep and painful movements.

Her tears were falling, as she was trying to bear his th®usts. He leaves her when he was done.

"Press this shirt," he commanded. "If I get late, you will cry more at night," he threatened, breathing heavily.

Struggling to get up from the bed, she felt dizzy and in pain. Despite it all, she gathered herself, put on her trousers and ironed his shirt.

Handing him the pressed shirt, her tears were still falling, he grabbed her by her waist, which make her bump into his chest. She didn't meet his gaze.

He held her chin to make her look at him. His thumb wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"Stop crying. You have to cry more and it's just a trailer, darling" he said, his words hurt her deeply.

He left her and went to his office, making sure to lock the door.

She cried her heart out. She couldn't believe that the person she loved the most was causing her such pain.

She didn't know about his intentions before. But why was he torturing her? What was her fault in this? She didn't know what her brother did. She wasn't even here at that time. And what if her brother didn't done anything.

~behind my smile it's a breaking heart.