PolyPocket // BTS (Slow Uploads)

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An awkward atmosphere rots in the joined bedroom as six boys sleep peacefully atop some sets of bunk beds. But one, who lost a bet and must sleep on a mattress, does not. He is hidden under a thin blanket as thoughts fight for attention.
Firstly you questioned your sexuality, and now this?
I'm sure they'll warm up to the idea.
They hate it, your life's going to go to hell after this.
Nothing will be the same again.
What are you gonna do now, Jeon Jungkook?

"Mummy I don't like it, I don't understand a thing anymore." He whimpers as he bites his hand harshly, muffling his cries. Nobody spoke a word after the call, only wishing each other goodnight while climbing into bed. "Where did you go mummy?"
"Jungkookie?"
Uhoh.

~

He couldn't just lay there any longer, listening to the youngest of his friends suffer alone, the pain oozing from every breath. He is his hyung after all, he will do anything for his dongsaeng. Even if it is at 3:16 in the morning.
"Jungkookie?" Jin softly coos after struggling to climb from his high bunk, careful not to wake the others. He watches the covers tense in the dark room as he crouches beside them. "Hey, It's only me." Elongating each word, his voice sounding gentle somehow sooths the other boy. But still refusing to leave his tent. "Please Kookie, I don't like seeing you like this." Seokjin places a hand somewhere on the boys silhouettes, presumably his shoulder.

Jungkook shakes his head from underneath his makeshift shield, moaning and covering his eyes as it's pulled off by the older boy.
"Hyuuung..."
"Why are you crying baby?"
"D-don't call me th-that-" The maknae curls into Jin's pajama top, allowing a few more silent tears to escape. The elder, noticing the boys state, allows himself into his bed, cuddling him closer into his chest.
"Is that what's upsetting you? Getting treated like you are too young?" He continues to stroke the others chestnut hair.
"N-no, th-there's not-thing wrong."
"Don't lie to me Kookie, you can always talk to me. No matter what it's about."
"But you'll hate me." The whisper barely leaves his lips.
"I could never hate you," Jin looks back to the three sets of bunk beds, "We can go somewhere more private, if you wish?"
Jungkook nods to the suggestion.

~

Eventually they make it to the couch in the living room, turning on a dull lamp for a bit of light.
"Is this better?"
"I'm just nervous, s-sorry."
"Don't apologize, just take your time." Jin sits down next to Jungkook who is resting at the corner, placing his chin on his hand as he watches the boys posture tighten.
"It's just this whole relationship thing..."
"Ah, you don't want to be part of it?"
"No, that's the problem, that's why I'm so confused. You all had a reaction and I didn't. You all felt angry while I felt, I don't know, relieved?" Jungkook looks down to his hands, fiddling with his fingers.

"Since my- my-" His shoulders drop as another heaved cry leaves his lungs. It physically hurts Jin, watching his dongsaeng look like this. He tries to comfort the boy by grabbing his hand to hold, but at this point he doesn't really understand what's affecting him so badly. "Sorry. My mother was the only person I could talk to about this type of stuff, she taught me everything that the system wouldn't. Like the different sexualities and genders, especially when I started questioning. The last conversation we had before... Before she went missing, we talked about was polyamory as I was struggling with the idea of living with 6 strangers who are all extremely good looking, worried my teenage hormones wouldn't control themselves as we all share a tiny room. But she taught me that my thoughts weren't wrong, and that she wishes even more than me making a world famous career, that my crushes become a reality. I'm sorry for ranting, but that same confusion has just hut me like a ton of bricks and the same little crushes I had mere years ago have came back. And now that this relationship is mandatory and I know that you all despise the idea, it just confirms that my dreams, and her dreams will never come true and nothing in our band will ever be the same again and now that you know this everyone will hate me an-"

His chorus of words are cut short by a new territory, some plump lips that are glossed with a sheen balm, Jungkook's very first kiss by his eldest hyung. As he was already at a loss of breath from nerves, he nearly passes out from the experience, but will take the chance to fulfill this moment.
Jungkook's large eyes stare longingly at the sight ahead. Jin's flawless skin against his, eyelashes visible enough to count them, fringe touching fringe. The youngest pulls back, pupils blown wide as he breathes heavily with flushed cheeks. Seokjin smirks at the boys shocked appearance, enjoying the state in front of him.
"I never said I didn't like the idea."

Jungkook can't speak, can't give a proper reaction, can't control his heartbeat. All he can do is action for more.

He leans forward, pulling Jin's t-shirt towards him and reconnecting their lips. They both smile into the kiss, soon creating a satisfactory rhythm, not to fast, nor to slow. Not too much tongue nor was it too bland. It was just perfect, and Jungkook literally thought he was in heaven. Jin relaxes back while pulling the younger onto his lap, cupping his cheek with his palm as their heart beats sync up.

Oh how they wished they could hold their breath for eternity, but they cannot, forcing them to break away with a sharp gasp.
With chests heaving harsh and high, they smile at each other with lovestruck gazes, giggling softly as they rest their foreheads together.
"Hyung?"
"Yeah?"
"I- I think I love you."
Jin's smile only widens, happy with the fact that he made Jungkook forget all the pain he just felt.
"Really? Well I know I love you."

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A/N-
I'm back and I'm writers block Kween
~Author Cary xx