PolyPocket // BTS (Slow Uploads)

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"Hyung, have you seen my socks?" Taehyung mumbles to his fellow 95er, the first words spoken that morning. "The strawberry shortcake ones?"
"Yeah,"
"No, sorry." Jimin states as he leaves the dorm for the day, probably going to the local cat cafe.
"Well then, no need to be dryer than a camels fanny though." He pouts while going to hunt for somebody else.

"Hobi?" But Hoseok went to the gym early that morning.
V begins to get an upset feeling in his stomach.
"Namjoonah?" But RM left for a meeting an hour ago.
Taehyung shrinks further into his doubt.
"Y-Yoongi?" But Suga is recording in his studio today.
And the boy feels weaker than a plastic spoon cutting a steak.
"Is anybody home?"

He falls to his knees in the midst of an empty living room, his pent up sadness letting loose like a damn fighting a flood. His lungs give in, winded and bruised, arms wrapping around himself whilst leaning down to the floor. So Taehyung results in a panic attack.

"Fuck." He curses, a light whisper before his wails begun, uncontrollable sobbing through a cracked ribcage. Pain flushing his veins. Amongst the commotion in his mind, he hears the pounding of footsteps echo from the kitchen.
"Taehyungie?" JK
"What's wrong sweety?" J
"h-huURTS-" T
"We should lye him down Jin." Jungkook suggests, noticing how V's arms are shaking, nearly giving way as his stomach raises and retracts at an unhealthy pace. Then assisting the elder to gently sit the boy back.

Taehyung's pants and gasps choke in his throat, bottom lip hanging low, quivering as he begs for oxygen.
"Here hyung, drink this." Jungkook fetches a chilled bottle of water, guiding it to the boy's mouth.
"You'll feel better if you try and relax baby." Jin smiles weakly towards V, taking a sore seat next to him. Thankfully, Taehyung's panic has calmed greatly, and after another couple minutes he is breathing relatively well. But something is still faltering his breaths.
He called me baby.

"I'm s-sorry. I don't know what made me like that." Taehyung crumbles onto Seokjin's shoulder, sighing heavily as a faint idea crosses his mind, but he brushes it off quickly.
"I think there's something all seven of us have had on our minds that is affecting us like this." Jungkook whispers, placing a warm hand atop V's cold one. Taehyung's head picks up, eyes glazed over like a puppies.
"Yeah, none of us have talked, as in properly talked, since the call yesterday." Jin pouts, looking over at the maknae. "Other than our three o'clock conversation."
"Yeah, and I think we both feel better after speaking. So hyung, do you think that this relationship thing is what's hurting you?"

V shifts uncomfortably, shaking his head quickly, positively, until he is forced to crunch over when a shooting pain hits his heart.
W-what?
He stares at the floor, saliva reaching the tip of his tongue, eyebrows quirked at the corner.
"I... I don't-"
"You don't have to understand Tae," Jin insists, sitting the boy back up. "You can just guess, and experiment, and live in the moment for the time being."

His heart beat speeds up once more, fighting for freedom from his rib cage. Jungkook pushes to his knees, ending up on all fours. Seokjin just strokes the boy's silk-like cheek.
"What do you mean-n?" Taehyung stutters, a crimson blush toasting his complexion.
"We're just saying that, if this is what's destroying you, as it is us, then maybe trying out the lifestyle won't be as bad after all." Jin smirks devilishly, using his palm to gently push the wide eyed boy's cheek to the other end, allowing Jungkook to trap Taehyung's lips between his.

The younger's eyes flutter shut, but the other's stay wide open. Their mouths unite, tongues attempting to fight for control, but Jungkook is too overpowering, and Taehyung too shocked to comprehend what's happening. After some time to calm to the kiss, V also closes his lids, but it's too late as it splits a second later.
"Better?" Jin asks with a wicked grin, chuckling at the boy's expression.
"It was for me too-" JK
"But is this right?" Taehyung mumbles, bowing his head to his hands. "Is this all for bighit's New rule? Because if all of that was fake then I'll... I'll..."
"Babes,"

Jin cuts off the still out of breath boy, "I don't follow what they tell us. What we feel is exactly what you feel as well."
"Confusion." JK
"Love." J
"Pain." JK
"Lust." J
"Sorrow." JK
"It's not just your imagination Tae." J
"B-but what if we wake up one day, and you figure out it was all just for the cameras, and whatever we have is lost, and BTS stay as just another one of bighit's failures?" He asks with a wobbling voice.
"Or, what if you continue to wake up everyday knowing that something could have been, and regretting it until the day you die?" Jin asks, rubbing Jungkook's thigh, sensing his tough persona is about to falter.

"I-I just don't want to be hurt again." Taehyung whispers, covering his eyes with his fists. The other two share a worried glance.
"What hurt you before, baby?" JK
"Hobi." T

"Hoseok? What did he do?" Seokjin tries to calm his temper, failing miserably.
"He kissed me." Tae's smile begins to wander to his cheeks, a glimmer of memory dusted in his gaze. "On that game show. And we all laughed after but I wanted another one, a proper one. I was so... Messed up that I couldn't concentrate for weeks, months. Wouldn't dare to look him in the eye. Until, I realised that I just have to live with the dream. I never want that to hurt me again. A meaningless kiss."

They sit there in silence for a moment, remembering what they saw. Remembering exactly what they saw.
"Guys, I don't think we're the only ones that feel this way." J

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A/N-
A rushed chapter for one of my lovely readers that requested another chapter. Hope this is good enough babes!
~ Author Carys xx