My Boyfriend Dolls ~Yoongi x BTS~

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Yoongi sat in his leather office chair typing away on his computer when his office phone rang. Pressing the speaker button, he called out, "Yes, Lisa?"

"Mr. Min, your father is here. He would like to speak with you." Yoongi groaned internally, already knowing the reason for his father's arrival.

"Alright, send him up," he said before hanging up the call. Leaning back in his chair, Yoongi closed his eyes awaiting the same lecture he gets about every week from his father. He came here so much that Yoongi would count down to the second to when his father would burst through that door.

"Three...two...one."

And right on time, the door flew open and slammed shut just as fast, revealing a short, dark-haired older male. His face was red and the few wrinkles he had grew even more noticeable due to how he scrunched his face in irritation at his son.

"Are you out of your damn mind, Yoongi?!" The man was furious, but Yoongi wasn't bothered by it one bit.

"How could you leave that poor girl in the middle of the date? Not only is she a high-class model but her father is in charge of one of the companies we are working with. I got a phone call from him this morning and he is highly upset with how you treated his daughter." Yoongi couldn't help but scoff at that. It only angered his father even more.

"For once in your life, Yoongi, stop being so selfish!"

Yoongi finally opened his eyes slowly. "If anyone's being selfish, it's you, father." This time, his father scoffed at him, but Yoongi continued. "I've told you many times that I am not interested in these women that you and mother push onto me. I'm not interested in women at all and you know that."

"Well get interested. If you weren't our only son you wouldn't even be sitting in that chair, so be grateful. And get rid of that gay nonsense! We cannot have the family's reputation ruined because you like to take it up the ass!"

"First off, dad, I can give just as much as I take. Second, no matter how many women you force me to date there's no way in hell I'll just change my sexuality in a blink of an eye. Doesn't work that way." Yoongi sat up straight in his chair. "Now, if that's all you wanted to talk about, you can leave my office. I'd like to finish this up so I can go home early," he said as he went back to working on his computer.

His father didn't move but spoke up once more. "You're not going home early. You are going to apologize to that girl for your behavior over dinner-"

"No, I'm not," Yoongi cut him off.

"Yes, you are, Yoongi. It's already been arranged." Though his voice was calm, Yoongi's father was getting more pissed off by his son's disobedience. "She's a sweet girl, son. And her father will, hopefully, reconsider canceling the deal between our companies."

Yoongi kept his eyes on the screen in front of him. "The girl is selfish and conceited. I would never allow myself to be in any sort of relationship with anyone with that mindset. Male or female. And I was gonna end the deal between me and her father, anyway. He's not trustworthy. So I'm not going."

His father wanted to argue against it, but he knew at this point Yoongi wasn't going to budge. Mumbling underneath his breath, Mr. Min left the room. He made sure to emphasize just how angry he was by slamming the door, a framed painting crashing to the floor. The young CEO ran a hand through his hair, silently thanking the heavens for his overbearing father's departure before returning to work.

By five o'clock, Yoongi had already made it home. He had purposely skipped out on the arranged dinner date to make sure he got his point across to his parents. He knew, though, that wouldn't be the case.

He sighed and walked into the kitchen, where he spotted one of his boyfriends standing in front of the stove — Yoongi had placed him there this morning before leaving for work.

When he approached the doll, he wrapped his arms around it in a back hug and rested his head on its broad shoulder.

"What's for dinner tonight, Jin?" Yoongi asked. Seokjin, or Jin as he is sometimes called, was obviously silent as he lifelessly stared at the stove. Though Seokjin couldn't physically speak, Yoongi pretended he could.

"Pasta sounds nice. I'll help you with it." Yoongi rolled up his sleeves and got to work.

After helping Jin make dinner (meaning he did it all himself), he proceeded to get the rest of his boyfriends downstairs. Dinnertime was filled with imaginary talk about everyone's day. Hoseok and Jimin practiced their dancing in the dance studio Yoongi had built in the basement. Seokjin spent his entire day reading. Namjoon worked on music. And Taehyung and Jungkook played video games.

When Yoongi started getting attached to the dolls, he had given them names and assigned them personalities of what he thought suited them best. And since obviously, they didn't have an age, that didn't stop Yoongi from assigning them their own birthday—which was the day he had gotten each one. And since Seokjin was his very first doll, in Yoongi's mind that made him the eldest of the dolls.

After dinner, the man and his six dolls got ready for bed. Or at least, that was what they were supposed to be doing. Instead, Yoongi was busy fucking Namjoon into the mattress while simultaneously being railed out by Hoseok. Seokjin was positioned on all fours behind Hoseok and was made to look as if he was eating him out while Jimin was "fucking" him. Both Taehyung and Jungkook were on top of Namjoon. Taehyung sat silently still on Namjoon's plastic cock and Jungkook sat on Namjoon's face.

Once it was all said and done, Yoongi cleaned everyone up and tucked his boyfriends into bed. Putting on a clean pair of boxers, he grabbed a glass and a bottle of wine that he kept in a cupboard in his room and stepped out to the balcony, taking a seat on one of the lawn chairs. Sipping from his half-full glass, he looked over at the "sleeping" dolls and sighed in content.

Their three year anniversary was around the corner and Yoongi wanted to do something special. He's been wanting to take them on a little romantic getaway for some time now, but with him in charge of a company, it was hard to do. Luckily, the anniversary falls into his three-month vacation. He can finally spend some quality time with his lovers. And be away from prying eyes. He frowned at the last thought.

Yoongi hated having to keep his relationship a secret, but even he knew that this wasn't normal. When he first got Seokjin several years ago, not once did he ever think he'd be romantically involved with the fake human. He had actually bought him due to a bet he'd lost.

But after some time, he felt less lonely with the doll's company than he did with actual human beings. And that prompted him to get Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, and Jungkook. They all officially became lovers after being around each other for so long.

That didn't stop him from questioning the peculiar situation. Many times he'd ask himself "What the hell is wrong with me?"

But not once did he ever regret his decision. Because every time he looked at them they weren't just sex dolls. To him, they were his support. The only ones he could truly count on, even if they weren't real. And boy, did he wish they were real.

Downing the rest of his wine, he went back inside his room, putting the wine bottle back where it belonged and climbed into his overly large bed in between the others; just missing the large, bright star that shone just as bright as the moon.