Josh Dun x Reader

Already Gone

Warnings: Angst, some swearing

Word Count: 1615

"His dressing room is this way," Tyler explained, leading you down a white brick hallway. It looked like the last three that you had walked down.

"How do you find your way around down here?" you asked, fiddling with your ring to keep your hands busy.

"Usually they have signs up, but I guess they don't tonight," Tyler said, looking around confusedly. "We've played this venue a few times though, so I know my way around."

"Gotcha."

Tyler came to a stop at the end of a hallway and held an arm out, "Second door on the right. His name will be on the door. He's going to be so excited to see you, Y/N, I wish I could see his reaction."

"Thanks, Ty. And if I don't see you again before the show, good luck out there."

"Thanks."

Tyler walked off down another hallway, leaving you alone. You wiped your sweaty palms on your jeans and walked towards Josh's dressing room. Just as Tyler had said, his name was printed on a sheet of paper stuck to the door. It was open just a crack, so you slowly pushed it open so as not to alert him that you were there.

Your stomach dropped as soon as you got a good look in the room. His back was to you, mostly because he was currently preoccupied with the half naked girl in front of him. Their lips were pressed together, Josh's hands freely roaming her body. You recognized the girl, she was a member of the stage crew. She had always been a little too comfortable with Josh in your opinion, now you knew why.

You stood there in shock for longer than you would have liked, watching as they paid no attention to the world around them. Josh didn't have any idea that you were there, and you decided to use that to your advantage while you still could.

"Who was that?" you heard Josh ask.

Tears clouded your vision as you walked quickly down the bare hallway, wrapping your arms tightly around your body for some form of comfort. There weren't any signs indicating where Tyler's dressing room was, so you were wandering around aimlessly, hoping you might stumble across it.

A large security guard stopped you as you rounded one of the corners. He looked stern, but once he saw that you were bawling, his expression softened a bit.

"Are you lost?"

You nodded feebly, "Tyler. I need to see Tyler Joseph."

"Do you have authorization to be back here?"

You dug around in your pocket for your authorization pass; you had learned a while ago not to wear it around your neck, desperate fans would grab for it.

"This way," the security guard said, leading you down a hallway that looked like all the rest.

Tyler's dressing room door was wide open, revealing him walking around and doing vocal warm ups. You thanked the security guard before walking into Tyler's room and closing the door behind you.

"Woah, what happened, Y/N?" he asked.

You were sobbing too hard to get any words out, so Tyler walked over and wrapped his arms tightly around you. He swayed you slowly back and forth.

"Josh...cheating..." you finally managed to choke out between sobs.

Tyler stopped swaying for a moment, "Wait, he's cheating on you?"

You nodded against Tyler's button up shirt that was already stained with your tears. It was a good thing that he wore a suit jacket over it while he performed.