Dr.Phil (Mostly K-Pop) S1 18+

Part 14

He searched for hours, still nothing. Was Phil really that disgusted? He had thought he would've enjoyed it. But, he didn't. Steve finally reached home, hoping Phil would find his way back.

Or, he could call him. He didn't think of that before. He picks his phone up, smiling at his phone wallpaper. It was when him and Phil took a photo together once, and they were hugging.

Steve goes into contacts, dialing Phil's phone number. It rang for around 20 seconds, before it went to voicemail. Steve sighs, worried. This was his fault. And he was gonna fix it, if he ever came back. He placed his phone down, avoiding it for now. He grabbed the remote, turning the tv on.

The tv was his source of happiness. Once he turned it on, his ears were greeted by moans. His eyes widen, when he realizes it is turned on porn. He quickly turns the channel, moving somewhere else. He finds the Dr. Phil show, so, he keeps it on that channel to watch.

He watched it for hours, until he finally checked the time. It was exactly 3:30 a.m. no calls, no texts, no anything from Phil. He sighs, his worry building up higher. He soon falls asleep, cuddling Phil's blanket. He sniffs his scent, loving the poop smell.

Steve wakes up to the birds chirping, as his eyes open painfully slow. He felt a steaming thing on his bald head, and he couldn't find out what it was, so he stretches and yawns. He makes his way to the bathroom, trying to find the mirror. He was greeted by the deadly smell again, realizing he never cleaned up the accident from before. He covers his nose, unable to breathe.

He finds a mask, and some cleaning things. He walks into the bathroom once again, the mask to protect him. He couldn't smell anything, really. He picks up the hardened poop, quickly trying to find a trash bag. He lets the turd fall in the trash bag, finally relieved he got it out of there. All he needed now was a lot of febreze.

He discards his mask, and gloves. He goes back in with a febreze can, spraying it down with at least 50 sprays. That wasn't enough to kill all of the smell, though. He looks in the mirror, at himself, only to find a large turd on the top of his head. He gasps, in complete disgust.

"SOMEONE TOOK A SHIT ON MY HEAD!" he squeals, leaving the bathroom. He starts to cry so hard, as it just stuck to his head. Wait, who could've done it, though? He checks all over the house, to find...

BTS sitting in his shared room with Phil.

"P-Phil..." he stutters to find him sitting in Yoongi's lap, happily, "which one of you did it?" he points to every single one of them, still crying. They shrug their shoulders, only pointing straight at Phil.

Steve huffs, his blood boiling, "I thought you liked me! And you do this?!" he shouts in his face, spit coming out of his mouth. Phil blocks his face, not wanting any of it.

"You twerked in my face, Steve... I wasn't ready for it." Phil hops off of Yoongi's lap, pushing Steve back off of him.

"I know I did! I only figured you would like it." Steve crosses his arms, acting like a child. Phil looks the other way, finally taking him into his arms. Steve's arms fall down around Phil.

"I'm really sorry..." Steve says, gripping his shirt. He sobs into his shoulder. Phil tried to pat his head, but instead, patted the large turd. He gasps, looking down at his hand dramatically. He screams, grossed out. He runs down the stairs, to wash his hands.

Steve looks over at the boys, only to find one of them staring at him. He covers his body, due to the pink dress he still had on. He had just realized he didn't take it off.

"You look nice in that dress, baby." Taehyung compliments, and Steve went at a loss of words. He didn't do anything, just stared at Taehyung.

Taehyung was licking and biting his lip, staring at Steve's body. Steve was overall uncomfortable at this point.

"Get him, Namjoon." Taehyung points to Steve, which Namjoon nods. He grabs Steve, not letting go. He tried to break out of his grip, but he was unable to due to how strong Namjoon was.

He plopped Steve down right next to Taehyung, and he just smirks. Taehyung pats a spot on his lap, signaling him to come sit down. He shakes his head, rolling off of the bed. All that was heard was a loud bang and a screech.

Phil runs back up the stairs, to find Steve on the floor, and the poop had splattered on the floor too. Phil runs over to Steve, helping him up.

"Let's just go." Phil says, as all of the boys stare at them.

"I wasn't finished with him.." Taehyung growls, jealous of Phil and Steve. Phil puts his hands on his hips, looking at Taehyung.

"Okay? I don't care." he says with much confidence, leaving with Steve. They both walked hand in hand to the beach. The boys had the house to themselves; meaning they could do whatever.

-Yoongi POV-

Phil was taken away from my lap, and I'm really getting tired of Steve Harvey. Should I just kill him? No... I would get arrested. But not if I make it to a point it's a mystery. I have to be really careful, and not leave any fingerprints whatsoever.

I shake my head, not wanting those thoughts anymore. I am not a killer, and I will not do any of those things. My jealousy is getting the best of me anyways. However, I could seduce Phil maybe, making it look like he kissed me. And then, Steve would be heartbroken. Wow! I'm a genius. I'll have Phil all to myself one day.

-Back to Steve and Phil-

"I like the view," Phil looks into Steve's eyes, before looking back at the ocean.

"You do?" Steve asks, looking at him.

"Yes." Phil says.

"You're my best view." Phil looks at him finally, in a bit of disgust.

"Nehhh.." he looks away again, as Steve sighs. No matter how hard he tries to flirt, it just fails.