Tangled Realities (Ot7xreader)

The apartment felt different that Sunday. Quieter. Almost hollow.

You hadn’t expected to wake up to an empty home, but one by one, you realized why it was so. Namjoon had left for an urgent meeting. Jimin had been called in to fix a flaw in one of his designs. Jungkook and Hoseok were at the tattoo studio, and Taehyung had an emergency to handle at his photo studio. That left only two people behind—Jin and Yoongi.

But even they didn’t feel present.

Yoongi sat on the couch, his head resting back, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. The dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than ever, and his fingers lazily tapped against his knee as if he was trying to stay grounded. He looked pale. Almost sick. But when you walked in, his gaze flickered toward you, and he forced a small smile.

“Didn’t sleep well?” His voice was hoarse.

You shook your head, not bothering to elaborate.

That was when the doorbell rang.

You barely registered the sound until you heard Jin’s voice greeting someone at the entrance. It was warm—warmer than it had been toward you in weeks. You weren’t particularly interested until you heard the unfamiliar yet oddly familiar voice respond.

Soft. Sweet. Too friendly.

You turned your head slightly, and your stomach twisted when you saw her.

The woman standing by, dressed elegantly in a soft cream blouse and fitted jeans. Her posture was relaxed, her smile bright as she laughed at something Jin said.

And then it clicked.

Namjoon’s ex.

A woman you had only heard about in passing—a name that you had quickly learned to dislike. The few times Namjoon had mentioned her, it was never in a good way. A past mistake. Someone who made him feel like he wasn’t enough.

So why was Jin looking at her like that?

His eyes were shining, filled with something close to admiration as he listened to her speak. His lips curled up into an easy smile, and when she complimented his pastries, he laughed—laughed—like she had just made his entire day.

You hadn’t seen him smile at you like that in a while.

Your feet moved before your mind could catch up, carrying you toward them as if you needed proof that this was actually happening. Jin turned to you as you approached, and for a second, you expected his usual warmth, his usual playful greeting.

Instead, when he reached for your hand, it felt cold.

The chill of his skin sent an unexpected shiver up your spine, but you didn’t react. You just stared at him, waiting for an explanation, waiting for something to make this moment make sense.

And then, the words left his mouth.

“I was waiting for you!” he told her casually, as if he were inviting an old friend. “C'mon in, I’ll make you something special.”

Your chest tightened.

The woman smiled.

Your stomach twisted.

She had no idea how much you hated her. And Jin... Jin clearly didn’t care.

Yoongi’s voice cut through the air suddenly.

“Why don’t you come here and sit down?”

You turned to him, finding his tired eyes watching you carefully. He gestured toward the couch, his fingers twitching slightly like he was resisting the urge to grab your wrist and pull you away from the scene.

You hesitated but sat down beside him.

Yoongi leaned back against the couch, his jaw tight, his expression unreadable. It was subtle, but you could tell—he wasn’t comfortable either. He hadn’t spoken a word to Namjoon’s ex, and even when she flashed him a smile, he barely acknowledged it.

But that didn’t make you feel any better.

Nothing did.

You sat there, hands clenched into fists in your lap, as Jin and her continued talking. The conversation flowed too easily, too naturally. It was like they were old friends catching up, and it made you feel sick.

Time blurred after that. You weren’t sure how long you sat there, letting the voices fade into a dull hum in the background. But at some point, the ex finally left, and Jin disappeared into the kitchen without a word to you.

Yoongi shifted beside you.

“You okay?”

It was a stupid question.

You swallowed, your throat dry. “Yeah.”

Lying was easier.

Yoongi exhaled softly but didn’t push. Maybe he was too exhausted to deal with it, or maybe he already knew the truth but didn’t have the energy to confront it.

Either way, the conversation ended there.

And you were left to sit with the weight pressing against your chest, the cracks spreading through you, one by one.

You weren’t always like this.

There was a time when you would have spoken up immediately, when you would have voiced your thoughts without hesitation.

The rare times Namjoon had mentioned his ex in the past, you never hid your dislike. It wasn’t just about jealousy—it was about what she represented. A time when Namjoon felt small, a time when he doubted his own worth.

“She was awful to you,” you had once told him, your voice firm. “I don’t get why you ever stayed with her.”

Namjoon had only sighed, shaking his head. “I was younger. I thought love was supposed to be that way.”

“Love isn’t supposed to make you feel like shit.”

He had smiled at you then—one of those soft, knowing smiles that made your heart ache. “I know. I learned that with you.”

That was a long time ago.

Now, sitting on the couch with Yoongi beside you, watching Jin act as if none of that ever mattered, you felt small.

Like you didn’t belong.

Like you were fading, piece by piece.

And no one even noticed.

The rest of the day passed in a haze.

You barely remembered eating. You barely remembered speaking. Everything felt muted, like the world had lost its color, like you were drifting further and further away from yourself.

The house didn’t feel like home anymore.

And the worst part?

No one even realized.

No one realized that they are fading away too.