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flux: blindsided (teaser)

➬ Title | Flux: Blindsided - a mini-series

➬ Summary | Yoongi never knew that he had not only taken your heart and soul when he walked out the door, but Jungkook's as well. With only his shadow remains, things have not been the same. So you search for answers, trying to find something that could fill the emptiness that he had left behind, only to unravel the white lies that he had crafted for you, leading you to finally see that things may not have always been what you believed.

➥ Pairings | Yoongi x reader x Jungkook

➥ Genre | Polyamorous!AU, Established relationship!au, Smut, Angst

➥ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; appropriate warnings will be applied on each chapter whenever necessary.

➥ Status/Total word count | COMING IN June/July 2022 soon....hopefully / n/a words

➥ Teaser word count | 1,8k words

➥ Flux! chapter masterlist

➥ Masterlist

➬ Excerpt

The sheets beside you have grown cold, insinuating that Jungkook had left the bed for quite some time while you were sound asleep. If only there had not been a clump of mess left behind right at the spot where he had laid down beside you earlier and maybe if you are not feeling the soreness between your legs that he had given you merely hours ago, you might have believed that Jungkook had never been there at all.

Grabbing your lover’s shirt that had been hanging at the foot of the bed, you put it on and start making your way out of the bedroom. It isn’t too hard to figure out where he might be at this time of the night. He had been doing this same routine for the past three months, always on the nights when he would find it hard to fall asleep.

Tightening the shirt around you, your eyes turn to find the front door of your apartment just as you walk past the hallway. The memory of Yoongi standing there with his duffel bag in his hand and a sorrowful look on his face is still vivid in your mind that it drives a sharp pain into your chest each time you have it replayed in your head. Drawing a deep breath to push the pain away, you turn away from the hallway and stalk closer towards the balcony right outside the living room.

The glass door has been left partly opened, sending the cold breeze into the room that you quickly grab the nearest lap blanket to wrap around yourself to find some warmth. Then you step right outside, finding Jungkook sitting on the lounge chair with his eyes looking far away in the distance, a half-filled glass of liquor in his left hand, and his phone placed on the small table right in front of him.

It pains you to see him like this. You have noticed for quite some time that you are not the only one hurting ever since the day Yoongi walked out that door. But while you have been so open with your heartbreak, Jungkook had chosen to keep it all in, acting as the strong one on your behalf.

But you know better.

You can see it in his eyes whenever he secretly lets his vulnerability show each time he thinks you are not looking. You can feel it when you are making love to him, when both of you have to hold your tongues to stop yourselves from calling Yoongi’s name, or when Yoongi’s absence is always felt when Jungkook has to go the extra mile just to push the two of you over the edge.

Lost in his thoughts, Jungkook doesn’t even realise it as you walk closer to him. Slowly, you kneel down right beside him, capturing his face in your hands so he would look at you to listen when you whisper,

“Call him.”

Jungkook turns to you. His gaze is hollow, yet you can see his pain when he looks at you. “Is there a point of doing such a thing when he doesn’t even care about us at all?” he bitterly asks you, while you start shaking your head.

“He might be the one who walked away, but I know for sure that if we are both hurting, he is probably feeling the same way.”

Hearing this, Jungkook scoffs and looks away. “He left. He chose to go and walk away.”

Refusing to have him ignoring and denying you any longer, you tilt his face and force him to look at you again. “It’s Yoongi. He must have had a good reason to do it. You said so yourself, remember?”

Jungkook frowns. As your words sink in, his eyes droop with pain and sadness. “I don’t believe it anymore. I don’t know what to believe,” he whispers, shaking his head defeatedly.

“Call him,” you insist, making him look at you again. “You wouldn’t know unless you hear it from Yoongi himself.”

For a moment, Jungkook says nothing. There is a sudden spark of hope glimmering in his eyes, and for a second, you are relieved that you are finally getting through to him. Yet the look in his eyes is quick to disappear and his gaze hardens with rage once more. “There’s no point,” he says, before he pulls away from you and downs his drink until the very last drop. He puts the glass down roughly on the table and swipes his phone before taking your hand in his and helping you rise up to your feet.

“Let’s get back to bed. I’m okay now. I promise,” he says, giving you the smile that he always wears whenever he is trying to reassure you and make you believe his words. The one smile that never reaches his eyes.

Not since the day Yoongi walked away from the two of you.

Yoongi holds his head down as he sits at the foot of the bed.

Even as he has yet to put his clothes back on, staying only in his boxers as he sits there in silence, he can feel the heat rushing down his body. Except that this is the kind of heat that is completely unwelcome. It makes him feel restless, uncomfortable, and dirty.

And he had barely done anything. He didn’t have to. He simply couldn’t.

Keeping his eyes on the phone in his hand, he barely pays attention to the rustling sound of the bedsheets behind him as the woman that he is trying to ignore and pretend never to exist is moving around to gather her things. She seems to be deliberately taking her sweet time to put on her clothes even after Yoongi had made it clear that whatever she had hoped to happen will never be.

Maybe he should have told himself that hours ago before he left his apartment.

Hours ago, Yoongi had left home with all the intention of finding someone to warm his bed and fill his need. Three months. He had gone through three months of not seeing anyone, not being with anyone, and he had thought that he was ready. He thought that he could do it. Never would have thought that he would be so wrong.

“Is there a problem? You can be honest with me, you know. I promise I won’t tell,” he can hear the woman—what was her name again?—said to him and he resists the urge to laugh.

She really thought that he had stopped everything right in the middle of making out because he couldn’t get it up. Perhaps she isn’t so wrong, but what stopped him was something else. Something more. Something that he would never be able to admit out loud.

“I’m not the problem,” Yoongi says.

You are.

Those are the words that are hanging right at the tip of his tongue. Yet he bites his tongue, stopping himself from dumping the truth. That she was the problem. She was the reason that he couldn’t do it. Because everything about her was wrong. The wrong person. The wrong words to say. The wrong voice for him to listen to. And it felt so wrong just to touch her the way he did that he felt so sick of himself.

Dainty fingers make their way to his bare shoulder, brushing gently and almost seductively, and yet Yoongi can feel something eerie crawling through his skin wherever she is touching him. He can feel every inch of his body where she had laid her hands on shuddering and crawling that he can feel himself growing sick. She can think whatever she wants, as Yoongi doesn’t have an ounce of care in him to change her mind.

Without so much of a glance, Yoongi pulls her hand off of his shoulder and pushes her away. “You know how to get down to the lobby, right? I’ll let the doorman help you find a cab home.”

A disgusted scoff is heard as she steps away from the bed and stalks away to gather the rest of her things. “You know, if you weren’t that interested, you should’ve said so,” she sneers at Yoongi as she grabs her purse and bra from the floor. “This was a total waste of time.”

Yoongi chuckles bitterly and responds to her with, “I’m glad that we both agreed to that.”

Muttering a bunch of insulting words that Yoongi barely cares to listen to, the woman fixes her clothes and turns to the door. “Don’t even try to call me.”

“Trust me, I won’t even think about it.”

Yoongi looks up right in time to see her eyes growing wide, clearly wasn’t expecting to hear Yoongi says such a thing. With a sneer, she shakes her head at him and turns away. “Asshole,” she throws at him before she slips right out the door, the sound of the front door of his apartment closing loudly with a crash is heard merely minutes later.

Now that she is gone, Yoongi can finally breathe. He turns his gaze back down on his phone, reading and rereading the notification that is blinking on his lock screen.

‘You have 5 unread messages.’

Rubbing his face with his free hand, Yoongi exhales a long, deep sigh. It was the sound of his phone vibrating from his pants which had snapped him right out of it, just when he was forcing himself to pretend that he was alright and that the woman was someone else. Just when he was about to let your name slip right out of his lips when your face came to his mind right at the same time she was trying to go down on him.

It felt both like fate and a curse when he saw your name flashing on the screen, and he hated the way his guilt came chipping on him from the inside when he realised what he was about to do.

Once again, as if the universe is trying to show him something, the phone in his hand begins to vibrate and your name returns to sight. This time, however, you are trying to reach him through a phone call.

For a moment, he contemplates whether he should choose to accept the call or to simply ignore it. Just like how he has been ignoring all the text messages and phone calls from both you and Jungkook. But after what had just happened, he knows that there is no way he would be able to avoid you any longer. Both of you.

With a gentle swipe of his thumb, the phone call comes through, and your small voice—the voice that he had missed the most—is heard from the other side, sending his final resolve crumbling into pieces.

“Yoongi?”

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