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Entanglement (Drabble)

↠ Yoongi (BTS) x Reader | Angst | MarriedCoupleAU! | 18+ | 1.8k

↠ Summary: en•tan•gle•ment (ɛnˈtæŋ gəl mənt) a sexual relationship regarded as unfortunate, damaging, or compromising.

↠ Warnings: infidelity, depression, sexting, affairs, low self esteem, toxic marriage, arguments, a lot of crying, some smut, but considering the situation it’s sad rather than spicy, verbal abuse, strained parental relationship.

Yoongi can smell the faint hint of cologne burnt onto your skin as he thrusts hard into you. Yoongi blinks back a tear as he looks into the eyes of the woman he considered his soulmate. Your eyes are distant and glassy, pain and betrayal stare back at Yoongi and he let's out a distraught whimper when another hit of the exotic citrus and thyme cologne attacks his nostrils. You turn your head to the side to avoid Yoongi's gaze and that's when he let's the tears flow.

His salty tears drip down onto your chest, right over your heart which is still intact and beating, pumping love and affection for another man. Yoongi's heart on the other hand has been shattered into a million pieces, broken beyond repair.

He pulled his softening cock out gently and rolled to his side of the bed, fingers gripping tightly onto his arms as he cried hard. Yoongi could feel the bed dip as you sit up and exit the room without a word or even a glance back in his direction.

When did it all go wrong? Why didn't you love him anymore?

His father was right, he was a fuck up. A pathetic excuse for an man and an even worse husband.

Things had been bad for a while.

You had both had been inseparable at the beginning of the relationship much to the amusement of your group of friends. Yoongi would steal small, quiet kisses whenever possible just to see the way you smiled back, eyes crinkling so hard they resembled a crescent moon. One that Yoongi would happily travel to if it meant he could declare his love for you and the whole world would stop and listen to his love sick declarations.

But something happened.

He took all the right steps - dropping to one wobbly knee on New Years Eve as fireworks dazzled and boomed in the distance when the clock struck midnight. Yoongi would never forget the way you passionately kissed him back in the middle of the crowded night club, sobbing in between choked laughter as you repeated the word yes over and over again. Your lips tasted like cheap vodka and cigarette smoke and he cherished that taste for years to come.

You had a beautiful intimate wedding ceremony in front of close friends and family. The rustic old church with it's exposed brick, dark oak beams draped in fairy lights and fresh boston ferns situated between candles in mason jars on top of the long wooden tables, was the perfect atmosphere to describe you both. A little dark and quirky. Yoongi's breath was stolen away as you met him at the end of the aisle. The long sleeved sparkling white gown puffed at your wrists and featured an open back, with a long train that flowed gracefully behind it. Yoongi would challenge anyone to match your beauty from that day. Finding the idea virtually impossible, you were Aphrodite reincarnated.

Soon after you purchased a cute (but tiny) two bedroom apartment and there had been talk of starting a family, something that made Yoongi's heart skip. He was desperate for a family, his own fractured and full of trauma. He vowed never to make the same mistakes and knew he chose the perfect woman to be his wife.

Yet you were hesitant about coming off birth control, making excuses month after month. Yoongi tried to be patient and understand the love of his life, but his heart yearned so much for a child of his own that it physically pained him when you would kiss him on the forehead and declare, "Maybe next time?"

Three years into the marriage and Yoongi was becoming jaded. The relationship had officially stalled. The affection was non existent and you would shrug off his advances at every chance.

You would stay longer at work, sneaking back home while Yoongi was in the bathroom getting ready for his shift at the call centre where he was employed. You would pretend to be asleep whenever Yoongi would kiss your forehead and say his goodbyes. Children were no longer mentioned, Yoongi felt no need as he knew you would reject him immediately.

Yoongi was a broken man.

He began to shut himself away, turning down invites to parties allowing you to attend on your own. He heard the stories of his wife boldly flirting with random men, draping your petite body all over theirs, your fingers stroking up and down thick masculine thighs. You started to come home smelling like a different man quite regularly.

Yoongi began to stop caring about himself, going days between bathing, wearing the same clothes day in and day out. His facial hair sprouting up pathetically over his soft round face.

It was a Saturday night when you strutted out of the bathroom your hair curled and swept perfectly over your shoulder, perky round ass on display thanks to the tight skinny jeans adorning your lower half, white shirt billowing open as more buttons were undone than buttoned exposing your blue lace bra to anyone who looked in your direction. You walked straight past Yoongi who was loitering by the bathroom door, body and mind yearning to be embraced and loved by his wife.

"Ughhh Yoongi you stink." You barked at Yoongi, who had his head hung low avoiding any eye contact.

You scoffed, "Get a grip Yoongi. I don't know what's going on but seeing you like this is fucking annoying. Man up! And go and take a fucking shower, shit."

The door slamming in the distance shook Yoongi out of his daze, body trembling as tears fell freely from his swollen eyes. He slumped against the wall unable to move. The words his wife spat in his direction slicing through his body and jabbing straight into his heart. Yoongi remained in that position until he heard a vibrating coming from the bedroom. Curious Yoongi followed the sound, seeing your cellphone sitting on the side table.

In your rush to get as far away from Yoongi as possible you had obviously forgotten to take your phone. Yoongi stared at a name he had never heard of before on the screen with a little green heart emoji next to it. Furious, he snatched the phone up and entered your pin.

Yoongi's blood ran ice cold as he read each message between the man named Hoseok and yourself. You and Hoseok were affectionate and flirty, but that wasn't what made Yoongi let out the heart piercing sob, it was seeing the sexual selfies sent between you both. Your small tits were on display, finger and thumb pinching a nipple. Your lips were parted seductively, eyes heavy with arousal. Yoongi caught the red and orange ogee print of the bedspread underneath your head. You had taken the photos in your marital home, in the very bed Yoongi slept in every single night.

Sleep evaded Yoongi that night, flashes of his wife naked, wet and spread open for another man crowded his mind. The betrayal hit him hard, there was no way he could sleep in the same bed those selfies were taken in, so with heavy shoulders he sluggishly dragged himself into the lounge throwing himself onto the couch. That night Yoongi cried himself to sleep, like he had on countless other nights. Eyes swollen and heavy with distress, lips dry and body tense. This was his new normal.

"We need to talk." Yoongi's voice cracked when his dark eyes made contact with your own. You were on edge, Yoongi could feel it radiating off your body in waves.

Yet you refused to move, hovering by the front door nervously. "Babe." Yoongi sneered, his tired eyes tore into your soul.

Slowly you walked towards Yoongi refusing to sit next to him when he patted the couch cushion beside him, deciding to perch on the arm rest of the armchair instead.

"Who the fuck is Hoseok?" The air in the room was tense and uncomfortable. Yoongi's chest tightened as he saw your face crumble in despair.

"How do you know that name?" You whispered, tiny fingers playing with the rings on your fingers, the rings Yoongi had proudly given you as a declaration of his love and the vows you made to spend eternity with each other.

"I saw your phone." Yoongi replied bluntly.

Your head snapped up, "You were looking through my phone? Fuck you Yoon-"

"NO!" Yoongi's hand's slammed against the coffee table, "YOU don't get to be angry, I'm not the one sending random men photos of my tits huh? Who the fuck is he? Do you not love me anymore?" Yoongi's bravdo dropped the moment those words left his mouth, he hung his head low and let the sadness consume him.

You dropped to your knees and crawled towards your husband, frantically holding onto Yoongi's large hands, "Please Yoongi, I'm sorry. You know I've always been weak and feed off attention. Any attention. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have let it happen. You are the only one for me you know that. Yoooongi, look at me pleas-se. There is no other man I want more than you, who's gonna be the father of my children huh? It's you Yoongi."

At this Yoongi let out a short dry laugh, he knew just from that, that you were talking shit, not a single sincere word coming from your mouth.

"I'll delete his number and block him right now Yoongi. Please, you are the only guy I need. I fucked up." You rushed to the bedroom to retrieve the phone, hands shaky as your perfectly manicured fingers hesitantly hovered over the name in the contacts list.

"See I'm going to do it Yoongi." A shaky breath slipped from your lips as you blocked the number, "It's done okay. Let's, let's just go back to the old times okay Yoongi. Forget all about this."

Your fingers dug into Yoongi's flesh as you grabbed tight onto his arm and yanked it towards your face, placing small desperate kisses along his pale skin. But it wasn't right, your soft lips on his flesh which once was his weakness - an instant serotonin boost now felt dirty and fake.

But Yoongi was so lonely and dejected he took whatever affection from his wife he could, allowing himself to be dragged into the bedroom, stripped and then pushed onto the bed.

The next moments felt like an out of body experience. Yoongi knows your small wet tongue was licking up his shaft, your slightly too dry cunt bouncing up and down on his cock and yet he doesn't feel it, doesn't experience it. Yoongi has zoned out, he's just a shell of his former self. His body is a toy for you to fuck, but Yoongi knows there is no love there anymore.

The three words he was craving to hear from you tonight were not spoken once.

There were apologies and excuses, but not once did you say that you loved Yoongi.

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