→ Yoongi x Reader (Third Person’s POV)
→ Genre - Angst, Boyfriend!AU, Cheating!AU
→ WC - +1.6
→ Warning(s) - Strong language, mentions of sex, cheating, negativity, self-hatred
→ A/N - Yes, I know there are manyyy cheating one-shots/series, this is just my version of like hundreds. I don’t how many chapters there will be of this one. This is also revamped version of my first fic/fic series, Distracted. This was beta’d by my sis, Ari ( @loser-dot-com ). Reader her works on @writing-bout-you2 because they’re just amazing and I wil give her a shoutout every chance I have to.
→ Summary - You couldn’t forget the strongest feelings you had, not straight away at least. They started to become useless, just leave an empty void of nothing in your heart. One day, hopefully, they’d stop being useless and you’d use them for someone who deserved them... And dear God you couldn’t wait until that day arrived.
→ Chapters - [Prolouge]
She muttered incoherent curse words to herself, keeping herself quiet because she knew he’d be coming home soon. Warm, salty tears rolled down her plump, bright red cheeks as she gripped tightly onto the counter edge. With every silent sob, her body shook with absolute sadness and a pain so sharp she thought it was physical.
Moonlight flooded through the small window from the kitchen, the light reflecting off of her fallen tears.
The sound of keys jingling as the front door opened, she knew he had just come home. She was dreading this moment, yet her packed suitcase in the master bedroom reminded her why.
A voice called out, “Babe?”
Her grip tightened, causing her knuckles to turn white on the countertop, trying to hold onto it, thinking it would save her from the sorrow she had to keep to herself for days, yet she was barely keeping her grounded.
“Babe, where are you?” The husky voice of a man called out again, laced with concern and worry, the voice coming closer to the kitchen.
She smiled bitterly to herself.
It was fake, all of it. The smiles, laughs, and memories that they shared, the tears he shed when he confided in her, the happy memories they created together for the past two years of their lives, the love he had told her numerous times during sex, the love he held in his eyes every time she stared into them. He had faked everything.
“Babe, what’s wrong?” she could hear him not far away from her. He neared her, setting his jacket, phone, and keys down on the table that they’d always eat dinner at, food that she cooked because she wanted him to stay healthy and not eat junk food that would harm his body.
He wrapped his arms around her softly, sliding his hands over her hips, latching himself to her. He rested his head on his shoulder, having to bend down slightly because of the height difference.
“What happened?” he calmly whispered into her ear, wondering why she had been sobbing in the kitchen when she’d usually call or message him.
She stayed silent, sobs still making her body shake with sadness that had enveloped her whole body. Her legs felt weak, her knees wanting to give out, her arms not able to keep her stable against the counter as she held onto it.
He wiped her tears from her soft, small face, where tears had already dried. He could tell she had been crying for longer than he concluded: the thought alone made him frown. Why had she not called him, or even texted him, to tell him why she was sobbing uncontrollably?
“Let go of me, Min Yoongi,” She whispered, having enough strength left to move his arms from around her body.
He stared at her with wide eyes and a shocked expression crossed his face. She never called him by his whole name, knowing he only liked when she called him ‘babe’ or ‘baby’ or sometimes even his stage name, Suga, because he loved how it rolled over her tongue.
He watched as she trudged her way to their shared bedroom. She closed the door behind her softly, wanting to be alone, to get rid of the tears her tear duct had harbored. She didn’t want to see the man who she had loved and trusted. She didn’t want to feel his presence because that would’ve made her feel more depressed, how he acted like he cared about her and loved her.
Yoongi followed her to the room, lightly opening the door to see her drag out a suitcase and stuff some of her clothes, electronics, and other necessities into it. He continued to look at her wide-eyed, not uttering a single word as he stared at her with the same shocked expression he had held in the kitchen.
“What are you doing, babe?” He was so confused that she would just start packing out of nowhere, hurt because she wouldn’t talk to him and that she refused his touch, and sad that she wanted to leave him without saying a word of what happened.
“Leaving,” she blatantly stated, trying her best to keep a level voice but to no avail, it didn’t work. Wiping her cheeks free of the newly fallen tears, yet it helped nothing as new ones started to blur her vision.
“L-Leaving? Why?” He stuttered. He could feel his heart separate into two pieces, not being able to move as you packed away the last few small items you would need before you could get the remainder of your things.
Yes, maybe Yoongi hadn’t been one to say ’I love you’, or been the type of the person that was always up to do something with her, since he would be composing songs, spending the time with his friends from his group, a dance practices, so he’d be tired a lot, but she said it was okay, that she knew how hard he worked and that she’d always support him.
She swiftly turned around, facing him with a look of pain, anger, and betrayal apparent in her eyes. Her face was covered in dried tear stains and new ones slipped off her cheeks, her face so pale it looked like she had just seen a ghost, wet tear spots scattered on the shirt she was wearing, his shirt that she’d always love wearing.
“Why? Why don’t you go ask that woman you went to for sex?” she lifted an eyebrow at him, her words laced with anger and hatred.
His face visibly paled, his mind was blank when he wanted to beg for her forgiveness, yet nothing came out. He had nothing to say because there was nothing to say.
He had never thought she would find out his darkest secret.
It had been a reoccurring thing that happened. He would tell her that he’d be going to spend time with his band members or to dance practices, but he was going over to another woman’s house. Never the same one, unless she had been to the clubs and bars they went to more than once.
He thought she’d never notice, from how well he hid it. He had no idea how she found out.
His face and silence had told her she had been right, that what she witnessed wasn’t her mind making up random noises. She had always had a small doubt in her mind that he’d always slept with someone else when he was out drinking, but she never thought it’d be true.
Four days ago, she had been staying the night with Taehyung and Jungkook. As they weren’t of age yet to go to a club, she stayed with them in the guys’ dorm to play games with them. She thought if Yoongi did get drunk, he’d trust the guys to bring him to either their apartment or the dorm. It would’ve been true, but every time they went out, he told her he’d spent the night at the dorm.
At 2 A.M., she and the two boys heard the sound of loud laughter come through the front door of the dorm.
She smiled at the guys and turned back to playing a game with Jungkook, but he seemed to pause the game when no one said anything.
“Are you guys alright?” she asked, her eyes dragging over the group of guys when she noticed one person missing. Her boyfriend, Yoongi.
They visibly paled, seeing the woman, her face dropped, not seeing Yoongi. They knew where he was, yet none of them said anything. She was like their younger sister, they didn’t want to see her hurt. They had begged Yoongi to go back to the dorm with them, but he snapped and said he was going to get laid tonight, forgetting that he had a girlfriend who’d always wait for him to return home.
“Where’s Yoongi…?”, she asked, looking at Namjoon, whose mouth open and closed like a fish who was struggling to breathe without water. Her eyes skimmed over to Seok-Jin, whose face dropped when he looked back at her, frowning down at her.
“Guys, where’s Yoongi?” She asked again, more firm and demanding this time.
“Oh, Yoongi-hyung?” Jimin giggled, who was heavily drunk, his vision blurry and not able to recognize her figure or voice, “He said he’s getting laid tonight. I feel so bad for you. You are so sweet and caring, practically an angel. I don’t see why he’d get another girl when he has you.”
A loud smack was heard and Jimin groaned and pouted, looking up at Namjoon who’d just smacked the back of his head, not realizing what he had confessed.
The woman’s face paled, tears threatening to spill in the next few seconds. She scrambled, moving away from the game station and finding her phone. She looked at Yoongi’s contact and called it without hesitation.
“What the fuck do you want, dude?”, he grunted, clearly not seeing who had called. She could hear moans and whimpers in the background. She immediately hung-up, launching her phone on the couch in absolute disgust.
Tears flooded her face. The unbelievable had been proven true, her boyfriend had been cheating on her behind her back, probably for months now, even when he told her how many times he loved her, how they cuddled after sex, and after she’d shared her emotions and feelings with him, even when she had her own issues. All of the intimate moments they shared were now useless, wasted on drunken hookups.
“I’ll be coming back later to get the rest of my things.” she moved past him, making him stumble when she shoved past.
Slamming the door behind her, she left him alone in the quiet apartment that always had been so loving, warm and inviting. The apartment he had called home for the past two years felt so barren of happiness and the love he was used to. The only thing he could register himself feeling was disgust and self-hatred.
How had he fucked up one of the most important things of his life so easily?
