Hiiii💋💋💋 can I get an angst one with Leo where you guys are on the verge of getting the divorce but a nice end though 💖💖💖✨✨✨u fab as f
This was really painful to write cause I really want to marry someone who really loves me but the whole idea of marriage is scary, so I’m glad you asked for a nice ending cause I would never be able to write a sad marriage story :/
Leo x Reader
Angst - Happy Ending
Word Count: 3,583
You placed your luggage on the floor and averted your eyes away from the suspicious stares your mother sent your way. You heard your father’s voice coming from the living room calling for you and Taekwoon to help him carry his tools towards the car. You lifted your head up to share a stare with your mother before heading toward the living room answering your father’s calls. Your mother looked at you as you disappeared into the living room and grabbed Taekwoon’s arm before he could follow you.
“Are you okay?”
She asked in worry. The look on your face hinted at a possibility of instability in your relationship with your husband. She knew it from years of experience but she wanted you to confirm her suspicions. When you gave her no answer, she turned to question Taekwoon, knowing he’d tell her things you couldn’t say.
“Everything is fine.”
But he didn’t. Even though what he said was meant to assure her, her worries intensified. You didn’t look fine, and neither did he. When she called you to ask you to stay at her place while she and your father spent the weekend at your sister’s house, you didn’t seem as excited as you used to be upon receiving such a request. You usually enjoyed spending time at your parents’ house with Taekwoon. This time was different. Her motherly instinct told her it was.
“Are you sure?”
He gave her a tiny nod before helping you with the luggage.
“I’ll do it myself.”
You said as you pushed his hand away. He insisted on taking the bag from you. You gave up and let go of the bag before feeling a hand on your shoulder.
Your mother asked and you let out a sigh.
“Just the usual. We fought on the way here. ”
“What? Why? You were fine yesterday. ”
You let out a sigh and then said:
“We were not fine. It’s been a week since we last talked and when we did we fought again. ”
“But… why? What happened? ”
She asked and then looked at Taekwoon who walked through the door. She addressed him:
“Tell me what happened.”
He exchanged looks with you and you averted your eyes away from both of them, so he looked at your mother and said:
“She wants a divorce.”
She let out a gasp and you bit your lower lip, trying to prevent your tears from rolling down your face. She grabbed your arm before asking:
“Is this true?”
Your father saved you when he called your mother asking about dinner. She exchanged looks with you and Taekwoon before saying:
“Let’s have dinner first and then I need you to tell me everything!”
You ate your food in silence. You tried to avoid looking at your mother who was staring at you and Taekwoon in shock. She never imagined that you’d mention divorce, not even as a joke. Knowing how much you loved each other, she thought she’d never see a happier couple. She still remembers the day you introduced him to her and your father. The sparkles in your eyes betrayed you and she knew it won’t be long before she saw you walking down the aisle towards him.
She was right. A couple of months later he proposed and you said yes. A month after the engagement you were reading your vows among family and friends. She could swear she’d never seen you happier. You danced in his arms all night long, smiles never leaving your face or his.
Now, after only a year of your marriage, you were talking about getting a divorce. She couldn’t believe her ears. She thought it was a silly joke. Yes, you’ve been fighting a lot lately, but she remembers how she and your father had so many fights throughout their marriage. But divorce never crossed her mind. Seeing how distant you seemed broke her heart and she knew she will have to do something to stop you from making such a grave mistake.
After dinner, she left your father in the living room with Taekwoon and signaled you to follow her into her room. She entered and asked you to sit down before closing the door. She sat down next to you and placed a hand on your thigh as she said:
“Now tell me what happened.”
You remained silent for a couple of seconds, as if trying to decide where to start. A tear rolled down your face, catching her off guard. She pulled you in her arms and you let your tears flow freely down your cheek. She patted your back gently as she asked:
“What did he do this time?”
It took you a few more seconds to pull yourself out of her hold and wipe your tears away.
“He didn’t do anything. That’s the problem.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
You took a deep breath and then said:
“He… he is so distant. We barely speak about anything. He’s quiet most of the time, I feel like I’m living alone. He’s either working in his office or working at home. He doesn’t come to bed until midnight. And… even when we… make love, he does it out of habit. I… I feel like… he doesn’t love me anymore.”
A sob escaped and your mother placed a hand on your shoulder as she said:
“Did you talk to him?”
“I did. I did so many times but he… he just remains silent. Even when I told him of how I feel he didn’t deny it.”
“But he didn’t confirm it.”
“He didn’t say anything!”
You almost yelled.
“He never does.”
She cupped and let her thumb brush a tear off your face and then said:
“Isn’t that why you fell in love with him?”
You lifted your head up to look at her, vision blurry with tears, with an unspoken question in your eyes.
“You said he was different. He wasn’t a chatterbox like your brother. He was quiet and mysterious which is why you felt attracted to him. You said… you said you wanted to be the one to whom he’d open up and be his real self with.”
You couldn’t resist the tiny smile forming on your lips. The amount of love you had for Taekwoon was indescribable. Even now, while considering a divorce, you could never say you hated him. You loved him too much to tolerate his indifference or lack of expression. Remembering how you fell in love with his mysterious personality brought a smile to your face, a sad smile.
“I… I always thought I’d have a married life like you and dad. Seeing how much you love each other has always been the reason why I wanted to get married. And I thought… I thought I could only have this kind of life with Taekwoon. When we first met I thought I’d be lucky to marry a guy like him. He made me feel happy, loved. But now…”
You paused and took a deep breath, not knowing Taekwoon was standing outside the door, heart pounding in his chest and breathing hitched.
“Now I feel like he doesn’t care anymore. My heart still flutters when he touches me, but those moments became so rare my heart forgot how it felt to be held by him. It’s as if… as if he takes me for granted. We’re married; I’ll always be there, so he doesn’t need to love me anymore. And it kills me.”
“It kills me because I love him so much. Nothing feels worse than being so close yet so far from someone I really love.”
Your mother gathered you in her arms and you sobbed in her chest while Taekwoon’s tears rolled down his face. He was never able to express his feelings properly, but he never thought it hurt you so much. Divorce never crossed his mind. You argued about the tiniest issues, but he never stopped loving you. Maybe he was never able to tell you otherwise, but he really loved you. He was shocked when you suddenly mentioned divorce while driving to your parents’ house. He simply asked you if you’ll continue to ignore him in front of your parents and you said: “You won’t have to live like this for too long. I want a divorce.”
He wiped his tears away and went back to the living room as you continued to weep in your mother’s chest. You left her room a while later and joined Taekwoon and your father in the living room, pretending like nothing happened.
The night passed very slowly as you and your parents watched random stuff on TV after helping them pack for their trip tomorrow. Your parents were sitting next to each other and you couldn’t stop staring at them as they fed each other and lent into each other’s hold. You had to fight the urge to run toward the bathroom, lock yourself and cry your heart out. It was painful to see the happy marriage you imagined for yourself turn into a mirage.
Taekwoon felt a piercing pain in his chest as he stared at you stealing glances at your parents and biting into your lip in frustration. He couldn’t stop blaming himself for your miseries and was trying to figure out a way to pull you out of this sadness that’s been consuming you and causing you nothing but tears and silent sobs.
When it was time to go to bed, your mother made sure you and Taekwoon had enough pillows and blankets, knowing it could get very cold at night. She placed the blankets in the guestroom before attending to her husband. A few minutes later she knocked on your door. Taekwoon opened the door and she let herself in before letting out a gasp.
“What are you doing?”
She asked when she saw you placing a pillow and a blanket on the sofa at the other end of the room. Taekwoon interfered.
“I… I asked her to help me move into the sofa.”
She closed the door and took a few steps in your direction before saying in a firm tone:
“Do you think sleeping on the sofa will solve anything?”
“We’re not looking for a solution.”
You said and Taekwoon turned to look at you before saying:
“Yes we are. I never wanted a divorce.”
You glared at him before looking away in anger. Your mother placed her hands on her waist and said:
“Listen to me you two. I don’t care who wants a divorce and who doesn’t. There will be no divorce!”
She then looked at Taekwoon:
“Sleep next to your wife. If I see you sleeping on the sofa I will kick you both out!”
You huffed in annoyance and she let out a sigh before leaving the room. You looked at Taekwoon before turning around and grabbing his pillow and throwing it on bed.
“What are you doing?”
“You heard her. I don’t want to get kicked out at this time.”
You lay down and pulled the blanket over your body and he followed. You turned around, giving him your back. You didn’t want to see him. After having poured your heart out to your mother, everything he’d done was brought back to your memory. Your heart was in pain and you wanted nothing to have to do with him until you were forced to spend the weekend with him, alone.
He lay down next to you, his face in your direction. It’s been a while since you started sleeping with your back to him. Before your fights took a serious turn, you used to sleep with your face in his direction, your smile the last thing he saw before falling asleep, with his arms around your body and your face buried in his chest. He let out an audible sigh and you felt tears wet your pillow. You hate this situation as much as he did, but you were in pain. Feeling unappreciated and unloved wasn’t something you could live with. You wiped your tears away and sniffled. He opened his eyes when he heard your sniffles and realized you were crying. He hesitated for a couple of seconds before moving closer to you. You closed your eyes, pretending to sleep, when he placed his arm around your body, your back resting on his chest. You took a deep breath when you felt the warmth of his body surrounding yours.
Moments like this were the reason you got over your fights every time. He made you feel safe. But it’s been so long since he gathered you in his arms and protected you from the dreadful loneliness you’ve been feeling lately.
A few minutes later you could feel his hands sneaking under your shirt, cupping your breast as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You shrugged him off gently and moved toward the edge of the bed, away from him. He bit his lower lip, feeling hurt at your rejection.
“Do you hate me?”
You remained silent, pretending to be asleep. He sat up in bed and hovered over you as he said:
“I know you’re awake. Your breathing isn’t even, so stop pretending and answer my question.”
You opened your eyes and turned around to look at him.
“Why should I answer your question when you never answer mine?”
He rolled his eyes and moved away to sit on the edge of the bed, his back in your direction.
“That’s the only thing you do these days, you know? And I am getting tired of this.”
He turned around to find you getting off bed. You grabbed your pillow and blanket and walked toward the sofa.
“What are you doing?”
You didn’t answer his question as you placed your pillow on the sofa and sat down before covering your body with the blanket.
He got off the bed and walked in your direction before pulling the blanket off your face.
“Go back to bed.”
“What do you want from me?”
He grabbed your arm forcing you to get off the sofa. You pulled your arm out of his hold as you yelled:
“Leave me alone.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone.”
He yelled back, and you were shocked to see tears welling up in his eyes. You sat down on the sofa as you stared at the floor under your feet before whispering:
“You’re too late.”
He almost whispered. A sarcastic smirk crept into your face, he’s finally apologizing. You lifted your head slowly to look up at him. You raised an eyebrow before asking:
“For what exactly?”
He cleared his throat and averted his eyes away from you as he answered your question:
“I’m sorry I never told you that hair cut looked pretty on you.”
The smirk slowly disappeared as you recalled how terrible you felt when the hair cut seemed to go unnoticed. You went home after getting the hair cut and you were very excited to show it to him. He completely ignored it as he ate his dinner in haste and went inside his office to finish an urgent report. Not a single comment about the 4 inches you cut off your hair.
Before you could say anything, he added:
“I am sorry I never told you that I love it when you wear your blue floral dress and twirl around like a fairy.”
You muffled a silent sob threatening to escape and he continued:
“I’m sorry I never complimented your cooking, I’m sorry I never told you how beautiful you look when you brush your hair to the side and wear your pearl earrings.”
You said as you wiped your tears away and got off the sofa. He followed you and placed his hand on your shoulder but you brushed it off.
“You’re too late.”
He almost begged.
“Taekwoon I’m tired.”
You dropped your shoulders as tears rolled freely down your face. He pulled you in his embrace and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. You didn’t resist as you wept into his chest. He stroked your back with tears flowing down his cheeks. He needed to share your pain. He couldn’t bear see you like this and do nothing.
“I’m sorry I’ve been such a jerk. I love you, I really love you. I love you more than anything else. Please forgive me.”
“Why did it take you so long?”
You asked, your face resting on his chest and your hands wrapped around his middle. It’s been so long.
He kissed the top of your head and then pulled out and held your face up before printing a kiss on your temple.
“Because I’m so stupid. I will never forgive myself for hurting you like this.”
He leaned forward and peppered your face with short, sweet kisses before pulling you again into his arms.
“I’m sorry I took you for granted. I… I just thought… I am so stupid for assuming you knew how much I loved you. Knowing is never enough.”
You pulled out of his chest and stared at him.
“I’ve been so busy that I forgot how to cherish you, but I promise I will never hurt you again.”
“Why should I trust you?”
You asked as you continued to stare at him. He lowered his gaze and then said:
“Because I love you, I love you so much. Just the thought of having to live without you kills me.”
You slowly pulled yourself out of his hold and walked toward the sofa. Sitting down, you looked at him and a sad smile crept into your lips as you said:
“This is the longest conversation we’ve had in 3 months. 3 months and 4 days.”
He knelt down in front of you, placed his hands on your knees and looked up at you as he begged again:
“Please, just give me one more chance and I promise I’ll never make you cry again.”
You pulled your legs up and grabbed the blanket as you said:
“I need to sleep.”
You wanted to believe him, you really did, but it was beyond difficult to give in to him after all the pain you’ve been through. Your heart was throbbing in your chest as you watched him walk toward the bed, shoulders dropped in despair.
“Turn the lights off please.”
He looked at you but you turned away and covered your face with the blanket. He turned the lights off before lying on the bed, tears slowly running down the sides of his face as he wondered if you’ll manage to forgive him and give your marriage another chance. He knew a lot of couples went through such moments during the first years of their marriage but he never imagined himself going through this with you, not with all the love you held for each other, not with all the beautiful moments you spent together, not with his heart beating only for you.
A few minutes passed until you could hear his footsteps as he walked in your direction. You let out a surprised gasp when he slid his arms under your back and legs. He struggled for a couple of seconds before lifting you off the sofa.
“What are you doing?”
You said as you threw your arms around his neck. He didn’t answer your question as he walked you toward the bed and then slowly put you down.
“You shouldn’t be sleeping on the sofa; you’re getting your period tomorrow, aren’t you?”
You gawked at him, arms still wrapped around his neck. He didn’t complain as he continued to stare at you.
“How… how do you know?”
He cleared his throat and then said:
“I… your…breast is slightly swollen. It’s because of your period, right?”
His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he explained:
“They’re not their usual size, so I… I thought it’s probably PMS.”
You pulled your arms down as you continued to stare at him in disbelief.
“Did you really think I… make love to you… out of habit? I know every inch of your body, because I love every bit of you.”
You remained silent as you averted your eyes away from him, cheeks blushing as you tried to keep your tears tucked in. He knelt in front of you again as he begged:
“Please don’t leave me. I’d die without you.”
He leant down and placed his head on your thighs as he wrapped his long arms around your body and soon you could feel his tears wetting your pants. A tear escaped and rolled down your face as you leant into him and placed your hands on his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. Stroking his back as he continued to sob into your hold, you whispered:
“I’d die without you too.”
He lifted his head up and stared at you, tears flowing freely down his face. It broke your heart to see him in this state. You cupped his face and wiped his tears away as he said:
“I promise I’ll never hurt you again, but please don’t leave me.”
“I won’t leave you. I love you.”
He got off the floor and pulled you up, holding you tightly in his arms as he said:
“I love you. I love you so much.”