PolyPocket // BTS (Slow Uploads)

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"Mr Bang," a boy in his early twenty's walks over to the boss, sitting a ringing laptop in front of him. "There's a call for you."

Incoming call from "Bangtan Dorm"

"How peculiar? Thank you, Supreme."
Accept requested facetime.
"Good evening, Sir."
"Hello B- oh, it's just you Yoongi?"
"Yes, it is." Rubbing the back of his neck anxiously, pulling his hood tighter around his face as he bites his cracked lip.
"What's the matter, Son?"
"Ah it's just..." Suga looks over his shoulder to the empty room, they all have practice today, but he stayed behind to 'work on some music'. "This relationship thing. It's ruining us, none of us are acting right. I want out of of it."

Silence ensues, the only sound that can be heard are the delayed clocks ticking, echoing back and fourth.
"You want out of BTS?"
"No! No, just want out of the... The gay section. We're not gay, Bang-"
"There is no other option. You leave the ship, you leave the group."
"But-"
"We own you, Min Yoongi! We tell you what to do. You're our puppets. Have I made myself clear?" PD slams his fists next to the screen, shaking it vigorously, scaring the younger boy.
"Y-yes Sir."
"Are you in our out?"
"In-n Sir." He chokes back fuming tears.
"In yer arse, Son."

Call ended.

"FUCK SAKE!" Suga quickly exits the app on the TV, angrily pushing away from the screen until he storms into their conjoined bedroom.
"I don't WANT THIS."
Flopping atop his high bunk, curling into a ball while facing away from the door. "I'm not gay..."
...But you are.
"I'M NOT! I like g-g-gir-"
-You can't even say it.
"Guys..." He gives in, gripping hard at his scalp. "But I'm not good enough for them."
"Yes you are."

A chillingly innocent voice interrupts his mind, three other heads perk up at the bottom of the bunk. Yoongi falls silent, closing his eyes tightly, hoping for this vision to go away. Wishing they didn't hear a thing. Begging they aren't really there.
"Yoongi, I think we need to talk."
How many of you are here?
"It's only us."
Us as in Kook, Tae and Jin? Or us as in all of us- it doesn't even matter, I'm not going to speak.

"Leave me alone." Y
"We know exactly how you feel Yoon, we've talked about this twice now." JK
"And third times the charm!" T
"I-I just can't-t." Y
"Baby?" A word that seems to weaken them all, as a cold palm presses into his thigh. "Please just come down and talk to us?" Jin pleads.
"N-no..." Y

"Okay then." Taehyung makes his way up onto his own bunk, the others climbing up after. "Hello there!"
"Not now V." Suga curls into his pillow, inching father from the boys, as far away as possible.
"What are you thinking of hyung?" JK
"You... All of you."
I thought we were not to speak, Yoongi? Knew you couldn't do it.
"What about us?" Jin inquires further, gently tugging on the boys shoulder until he's laying on his back, still forcing his head to look at the wall.
"This boyf- b- relationship."
"Ah... I see." Jungkook smirks lowly, looking over to Jin and Tae. "Well if you feel uncomfortable-"
"No!- Uh, I mean..." His eyes burst open to stare dizzily at the crumby wall, chest furiously rising and falling.
Fucked it.

"It's okay babe, we understand." Taehyung gently smooths Suga's soft, straggly hair with ease as he's closest to his head and Jin farthest.
"D-do you?" Y
"Yes! We do, and I understand you have wanted this much longer than us." J

Jin's words cause questions to wander lost around Yoongi's mind.
Much longer?
How so?
Have I?
Do you?
"I saw you Yoongs," The eldest tugs on the boy's petite shoulder, pulling him to lay on his back, head slowly flopping around. His eyes glimmer dully, a gentle pout frowns his pristine lips. "When we filmed together for the first time on Rookie King. The way you longingly gazed at Tae and Hobi, forcing them into a kiss. I've never seen you smile like that before or again. You wished for that to be you. You longed for it to be you. And you didn't appear to be jealous or joking. You didn't have a preference, you just wanted to join in-"
"SHUT UP!"

A surge of emotion fumes over Yoongi, his body vibrating with grief as his limbs begin flailing. Voice muffled by the bed sheets brought up to cover his face, hands slapping and scratching to cause the others pain. Legs kicking to escape the embarrassment he drowned in. Shouting. Screaming. Wailing-

Silence.

Nothing but silence in return. The three watched on, saddened but understanding. They know how hard it must be for the most private member to give an explanation. Hushing his rage, Suga pulls back what blinded him, staring into their eyes with a bloodshot gaze. "You don't know a thing about how I think. Don't you d-d-dare try to read me."

Just give in! You know you want it? Stop trying to fight it...
"Sh-shush..."
Taehyung's brow lifts, peeking round to admire the other confused faces, did Yoongi just talk himself?
Life would be so much easier if you just-
"No-o-"
Leaning closer, Jin creaks his head to the side, amused by the boy.
But imagine! Their lips, their hands, their skin, their...
"Yeah..." sighing to extend the word, his voice quavering in volume. "What if..?"
ᴰᴼ ᴵᵀ
ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ
Do it.
DO IT.
DO IT.
"D-do wha-t?"
SAY IT.
SAY IT.
SAY IT.
"I LOVE YOU!"

Like a jolt of electricity burnt through his veins, a compulsive energy forces him up straight, gasping for air with peculiar pupils. "I-I love you." Yoongi's limp body collapses back into the springy mattress, keeping him wobbling on his back, staring longingly at the other three with a sorry daze. "All of you, and I'm blinded by doubt to be honest. That's why I never-"

With no need for excess information, the latter all start crawling around to comfortably rest on a piece of the frail boy, Jungkook on his stomach, Jin his thigh and Tae his shoulder, all in the while hushing him. The small group watch the traveling shadows dance against the ceiling. Peaceful. Elegant. And Dreamy.
"Sug'?" Tae mumbles, nuzzling into the crook of the elder's neck, morphing around the younger who gently began to doze off beside him. "Thank you for allowing your truth to be untold, we understand how difficult it can be." Leaning over with a  doe-like look, he presses a gentle, affectionate kiss to the paler cheek.

Before they all drifted away into a not so simple sleep.

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A/N-
This is utter dogshite I'm so sorry. I just am so grateful for all the support this has been receiving and didn't want to leave you all much longer. Hopefully I'll figure out where this is heading soon lmao.
Love y'all too much!
~Author Carys xx