Roadtrip Oneshots

Bikey, Hate

This was a request from Randyislife... I hope you enjoy it!❤️

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Mikey

I didn't understand what their problem was.

Watching Brook decline into this state... It tore me apart. Because there was nothing I could do to help, to stop the hate.

Admittedly, we were both getting equal shares of it; aimed at me for tearing Jacklyn apart, however they had never been a thing to begin with; aimed at Brook for cheating on Jack; aimed at both of us because Jacklyn wasn't real, instead Bikey was. Bikey wasn't popular, unlike Randy, or Jacklyn. Bikey wasn't real, apparently.

But they didn't see behind the closed doors. Or what was right in front of them.

I knew I was taking the response from the fans better than Brook was, but he had always been sensitive, so that was understandable.
The boys were shocked, and furious by the reception the Roadies had returned us, not understanding why they hated myself and Brook being together. Because, if they could accept Jacklyn, Randy, Rylyn, every other ship... Why couldn't they accept Bikey?

Why couldn't they accept that myself and Brook were together?

Brooklyn had literal tears running down his cheeks as I held him, all five of us in his room, comforting him. But they were here for me too, which I appreciated. They were here for both of us. Unlike so many of our fans.

The Roadies had always been so accepting of everything we had done, so the five of us had concluded that myself and Brook coming out would cause no problem. It would cause no fire, no fuel, and no hate.
But we were so wrong, and none of us could understand why.

"Why do they hate us Mike?" Brooklyn sobbed into my t-shirt as I held him, myself staring at the floor.

Tears were running down my cheeks. I didn't know the answer, but I couldn't fall apart. I had to stay strong for Brook, to show him that we could move passed this.

"You can't please everyone Brooky... Sometimes people are too stubborn to accept things as they are, wanting things to be as they should be, instead of how they could be." I said quietly

"It's not fair." He whimpered, his voice tugging at my heart.
I was thinking exactly the same thing, instead just choosing not to voice them. It wouldn't help anything if the pair of us were crying continually. We had to try to pull ourselves together, act like the hate didn't bother us.

"We can't please everyone." I whispered, looking up to see the boys looking at us.

Jack had an expression like a kicked puppy. Rye looked absolutely heartbroken. Andy was a healthy mixture between anger, and about to burst into tears.

At least we had the boys; that was the only closure we really needed, myself and Brook. The fact that the boys supported us was all that really mattered.

"Why can't we Mike? We tried so hard to please every one of them didn't we? Where did we go wrong?"

I had no answer for my boyfriend. Instead, I closed my eyes as tears threatened to spill over. I bit my lip, burying my face in Brooklyn's hair.

My body started to shake, and I hated how I was slowly falling apart. I had to be strong for Brooklyn, and for myself.

"It wasn't us that went wrong Brook... It was the fans, the Roadies, that went wrong." Andy spoke up quietly, and I couldn't be more thankful for him, and the boys.

Through blurry vision I smiled at Andy, holding my sobs back, swallowing them down. There would be no use crying. But the urge to cry was becoming to great.

I pulled Brooklyn into me, hoping that he would absorb my tremblings, my tears, so that I wouldn't break down.

"Don't listen to them... I hate to see you like this." Rye piled on.

I covered my mouth, forcing myself not to cry. I couldn't... What good would it do?

"Mike, you can cry you know?" Jack stepped closer, and pulled myself and Brook in for a hug.

And then I couldn't hold back. I latched onto Brook and Jack, sobbing my heart out. My cries ached in deep in my chest, my whole shaking with the intensity.

What had we done to deserve this level of hate?

Hadn't the Roadies only yesterday said that they would support us no matter what? What had happened to unconditional love? Unconditional support?

Roadtrip stood for family. For support. For love and friendship; and that was what we tried to get across every day. That no matter where you were in the world, there would always be someone who loved you, who missed you.

Clearly, our fans had forgotten that.

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Sorry that this one is so short, I was kind of stumped on what to write.

I hope you enjoyed it!

Thank you to Exo19203, squid_kitten, aweirdwriter_, Saki_Chan26, xmrs_devriesx and Ldongmarais for voting!❤️

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