BTS Sickfics

Yoongi: Trapped Balls

This chapter is a joke lol

-------------------

Yoongi's POV -

Being a man fucking sucks lol.

I don't think out of the two sexes we have it worse, but our problems are often spoken over or ignored, since we run the world. But that wasn't a decision I made. I just want to be able to do the splits without ripping my nutsack in half.

Not that I can do the splits anyway. But Jimin can, and it makes me wonder how he can do it. I know he doesn't wear a ball shield. Sometimes even just sitting down too hard can cause me to double up. And, it happens a lot more than once a month.

Namjoon often argues with me about it. He says I shouldn't compare women's struggles to our own, and our bodily problems have been spoken about for long enough. Although I do agree with him, I don't think it's fair that our voices should be spoken over in return. Then, he'll say that their problems are worse, and can cause them a lot more health issues.

I know he's right. But I'm a moaner at heart, and I like my whinges to be listened to, especially when I'm talking to people who have the same experiences with me.

When I was younger, I was friends with a girl at school who would take great pleasure out of kicking boys in the nuts. She found it hilarious how much it incapacitated them. She never did it to me, since she was my friend, but I was uncomfortable with her doing it. She eventually ended up kicking a boy so many times she ruptured one of his balls. We were told all the horror stories after that, even though we were only young, to make us stop taking the kickings as a joke. She was expelled. I've been terrified ever since. Each time I catch my balls on something, or if I sit down too heavily or get kicked, I'm reminded of that school assembly. It sends shivers down my spine.

I know it's rare for something like that to happen to me, but it still clouds my mind. I'm not a paternal person, so it's not the worry of infertility that gets me, and I honestly couldn't care less about how my genitalia looks, but it's the pain. Not every single girl in the world has periods so severe they're left throwing up and unable to move for hours, and then get their asshole ripped with jokes about their reactions, but every man gets that. We deserve to be taken seriously, too.

*

It's way too early in the morning when my alarm clock goes off. I sneak my arm out of the covers, and hit snooze. I snuggle into my warm sheets with a sigh, my eyes aching even though I haven't tried opening them yet. Another 5 minutes should set me straight, I should think. I deserve it, after all, as I was in the studio half of the night trying to finish off this new album. The last thing I want is to be awake at 6AM for dance practice.

I enter a doze, the sort of one where you're still sort of aware that you're awake, but still dreaming. The dream I was having before my alarm went off continues, and I'm back in my house but triple the size, climbing up the piano stool leg so I can jump on the keys with my brother.

I manage to get up onto the stool, and grip onto the lip of the piano to pull myself up. My brother is already up there, jumping between the A and B key. I'm supposed to jump on the C and E keys at the same time as him, so it makes at least some form of melody. In my dream, this is the best melody ever written, though in real life it's just boring and repetitive. I manage to get up, and sink onto the C key with a loud ping.

"What took you so long?" my brother asks.

"I fell into the radiator," I explain. "I was trying to grab my underwear from being dry and I fell in again."

My brother laughs at me, a tinkly sound prettier than the piano. "Well, you need to learn to step on the slats." He starts to jump on one of the keys. A repetitive, sharp note, again and again. He starts to speak again, "Or, you could just let them air dry, like I do, that way, they're not as crisp, and they don't burn your dick off."