Tomorrow x Together x Reader

Yeonjun: forget him (smut)

Y/N pushed open the door to her apartment, relief washing over her as she stepped inside. It had been a long day at work, and the unexpected opportunity to leave early was a small victory she savored. She smiled to herself, excited to be home earlier than usual. The thought of curling up on the couch in her spacious, beautifully decorated apartment brought a sense of peace. The place was hers—hers and her partner's, a sanctuary they had built together.
As she slipped off her shoes, she noticed the quietness that enveloped the apartment. It was strange; normally, at this hour, her boyfriend would be watching TV or playing video games. She frowned slightly but shrugged it off. Maybe he had gone out for a bit. She wandered deeper into the apartment, her fingertips brushing against the walls as she admired the space she had worked so hard to create.
But then, she heard something—a faint noise that pricked at her senses. Y/N paused, tilting her head to listen more carefully. The sound grew louder as she approached their bedroom, unmistakable now. It was a low, rhythmic noise, mingled with... was that a moan?
Her heart pounded in her chest as she inched closer to the door. The noises became clearer—definitely moans, and not just from one person, but two. A man and a woman. Her hand hovered over the doorknob, trembling slightly. She didn't want to believe what she was hearing, but deep down, a nagging suspicion told her the truth.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open. The sight that greeted her was like a punch to the gut. There, in the bed she shared with her boyfriend, was her partner, naked, tangled up with another woman. Their shocked faces turned towards her as she stood in the doorway, frozen.

"Y/N..." Her boyfriend stammered, pulling away from the girl.

His eyes were wide with disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend that she was standing there, catching him red-handed. "What are you doing home so early?"
Y/N's expression was unreadable, her face a mask of calm that betrayed none of the storm raging inside her. She felt numb, like the air had been sucked out of the room.

"I left work early," she replied flatly, her voice devoid of emotion.

The woman in the bed quickly scrambled for her clothes, casting nervous glances between Y/N and her boyfriend. "I—I didn't know he had a girlfriend. I swear—"

"Get out." Y/N's voice cut through the woman's excuses like a knife. The girl flinched, hurriedly gathering her things before practically running out of the apartment.

"Y/N, please let me explain," her boyfriend began, stepping towards her with desperation in his eyes. "It's not what it looks like. I can—"

But before he could finish, Y/N's hand came up, connecting sharply with his cheek in a resounding slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving him stunned. She didn't wait for his reaction. Without another word, she turned on her heel and walked out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her.
The rain was pouring down as Y/N stepped onto the street, her feet bare against the cold, wet pavement. She didn't care about the cold, or the fact that her clothes were quickly soaked through. All she could feel was the crushing weight of betrayal. She walked numbly, her thoughts a blur, until she found herself standing in front of TxT's apartment.
With trembling hands, she knocked on the door, waiting in the freezing rain. The door opened to reveal Yeonjun, his eyes widening in shock as he took in her disheveled appearance.

"Y/N? What happened?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. Instead, a sob escaped her lips, her tears mingling with the rain that streamed down her face. Yeonjun didn't hesitate. He reached out, gently pulling her inside, out of the cold.

"Come here," he murmured, guiding her towards his bedroom. "You're soaked. Let's get you out of these wet clothes."

Beomgyu, who had been sitting on the couch, looked up with concern as Y/N passed by. "Is everything okay?" he asked, but Yeonjun just shook his head slightly, signaling him to hold off on the questions.