Their Missing Piece (BTS x OC Poly)

Chapter Eighteen

I'd just like to thank you all again for 1k votes! We're already almost at 1.1k and I'm still freaking out 😅

What did y'all think of the surprise bonus chapter? I was so scared to publish it! It was the least confident I've been with my writing since I've started this book, but I thought I did pretty ok for my first time writing smut.

Slight mature content later in this chapter!

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Kiki's POV

When I'm done helping the guys clean up after dinner, Joon grabs my hand and leads me to a room at the end of the hall. When he opens the door I'm shocked to find he wasn't exaggerating when he said the bed was wall to wall. The giant bed looks cozy with a multitude of pillows and blankets thrown on it. The walls are covered in what looks to be paintings, drawings, and random notes from each member. They must all have special meanings to them to be hung up in the room they gather in when they need comfort.

I see Jimin looking at me with a grin, it seems like he's excited for me to add my own things to the walls. I can't say I'm not thinking the same already. I think about the sketches I've done of each member during a time when I needed something to calm me down. I'd sit at my desk with a million thoughts running through my head and I'd draw them while the thoughts slowly dwindled and I'd be calm by the time I'd finish. They've always been my safe place even if I'd never met them.

Jin turns down the blankets as Tae and Hobi each take one of my hands and help me into the bed, right in the middle. They settle on either side of me, sandwiching me in between their warm bodies. Jimin climbs in behind Tae, Yoongi behind Jimin. JK gets behind Hobi with Jin and Joon behind him. I think Hobi and Tae are still a little shaken from the way I accidentally woke them up this morning, hopefully cuddling me like this will make them feel better.

Hobi turns me toward him and Tae immediately spoons me. I always thought I'd never be able to be this close to a man ever again, but here I am, squished between seven wonderful men that I love to the moon and back. Hobi smiles gently at me when he sees the tears in my eyes. I sniffle as he wipes them before they can fall.

"Gah, someone is always crying whenever we come in here," Yoongi jokes.

I giggle wetly, reaching my hand back. He gets the hint and holds my hand, resting it on Jimin's waist.

"I'm sorry oppa, it's just...if I were with anyone but you guys right now, I have no doubt I'd be running away screaming instead of calmly laying between you. I was at a point I thought I'd be alone for the rest of my life. I couldn't let any man touch me other than my family, even then sometimes it would trigger something."

"But now, with you guys, I've never felt more safe and cherished and protected. You make me feel like the sun has finally risen after a long, dreary winter. Actually, that's not a good analogy for me, I love long, dreary winters," I pause as they laugh through their tears, "you get my point though, right? I feel free from all the pain and anger that's been holding me back all these years. I probably would have gotten to this point eventually, but meeting you has helped me so much already and I'll never be able to thank you enough. I love you all," I finish my speech with tears streaming down my face and look at Hobi.

I let go of Yoongi's hand to wipe Hobi's tears as I hear everyone else crying too. Taehyung has buried his face in my neck as he cries quietly, I reach back and run my fingers through his hair, trying to sooth him.

"Shit guys, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to make you all cry!" I say frantically.

"Don't apologize, lovely. This room is for getting all of our feelings out in the open and confronting them. We're so glad you feel comfortable enough with us to allow us into your heart, and to allow us to show you physical affection like this. We can't even begin to image what you've been through, but we'll forever be here for you. Whatever you need, noona. We love you too, so so much!" Tae says, turning me on my back and resting his head over my pounding heart, his tears soaking my shirt.