Hospital Love

But, I'm still not sure.

A/N: He looks like an actual dad in this picture.

I sighed, remembering all that. How I loved him.

"Actually..." She started, snapping my out of my daze, "I do wanna tell you..."
"Okay. Just remember, deep breaths, take your time and everything's okay. And I'm so proud of you, for being brave and telling me." I saw a small smile grow on her face.

"I know that you... *breath* already have a-a son... b-but... uh, I wanna be your-your son, too," she spoke in a quiet manor. Her eyes were glassy and her nose was red. A tear slowly escaped her eye, rolling down her cheek.

"I just want to make sure that I- that I understand what you're saying. Do you mean that you're a transgender and that you want to-to be a male? O-or am I wrong?" I asked, worried of upsetting her any more.
She agreed to that being what she meant. Well, what he meant.

I was worried about this a bit. I wanted to make sure they were sure about this and how long they'd felt this way because I don't want them to make a life changing desision that they might regret and won't be able to turn back when they're older. I guess I could just be overthinking but I'm worried that it might be something that isn't what it seems. I just want to make sure this is what they truly wants and that it's the right path to take.

I was also worried because things like binders do have permanent damage to ribs and growth. And the medication can also leave permanent damage to the body and it's growth as well.

"I understand that- that you feel this way but you need to understand that we can't do anything immediately. Things like binders can leave permanent damage and it can cause problems for growth, and getting medication can be difficult to get and can also leave permanent damage to growth of the body... I-... I guess I'm just worried incase this isn't what you really feel and-and you don't know how else to explain it. That you... *sigh* What I'm trying to say is... are you sure that this is what you truly want deep down."

I looked up and saw tears running out of her eyes.
"Oh, baby! No, I didn't mean that I don't believe you! Of course I do, I accept it completely but I'm just worried incase you... incase you change your mind, in the future. Not that I'm saying you will! I'm just worried... And I get that it probably doesn't make much sense to you, so I'm sorry if you are upset with me... I understand why you woul be-"

"But you don't understand!" They yelled through sobs, shaking their head.
All I could do was sigh and nod, "You're right. I don't understand the way you feel but it's the same both ways... There's a lot you don't know."

It took them by surprise slightly as they kept stammering and looking away.
"But before we take any physical action I will gladly call you by he/him and if you have a preferred name I'll comply. I don't want you to feel like I've ignored you and everything you have told me."

As soon as the words left my mouth he pulled me into a hug and and thanked me.
"I quite like the name Jungkook but I understand if-"

"Jungkook's a great name."

We sat down as our conversation seemed to last a while. We went on to speak about transitioning, binders and medication. We spoke about why it might take a while and the damage it could leave. And the difficulties of returning to his original figure if he did ever change his mind.

After that, we spoke about hair styles and places to go that are LGBTQ+ friendly. I told him about this one place that I worked at once when I was younger (not as a hairdresser or barber, just cleaning things and sweeping) called 'Seok Cuts'. I explained that I know some of the people still work there are really nice and friendly.

We started talking about school, family and friends- and in his case, his girlfriend- knowing or not knowing. Well, once the teasing was done. But we were cut short of a conversation when Taehyung ran in saying someone was at the door.
Me and Jungkook decided to continue this chat later, when the twins were in bed.
We often had late-night chats when something was bothering him or me. We would snuggle up in, either, his or my bed. With maybe a teddy or some comfort foods to join us as we talk to each other about our pain and happiness, crushes and enemies, favourites and jealousies. I missed those times, carefree and loved. We didn't have so much time at the moment with the twins growing up and Minhyuk here.

But, turns out, it was Minhyuk at the door. He forgot his keys... again. But it's no big deal! We decided to make it a game. The first person to find the keys wins a prize. If it was one of the twins, they get a chocolate cookie and a new stuffie each. And if it was Jungkook, he would get £50 to go shopping with.
They decided that if it was one of us that found it, they would all help us make dinner and tidy up afterwards. Which was a really good idea because dinner was MESSY!

After an hour of cleaning we managed to plonk down on the sofa and watch a bit of tv before putting the boys to bed.

A/N: Sooo how you liking the farther-son bonding?
Also feel free to leave ideas for other stories for me to write as I'm thinking about writing another after this one. Any suggestions would be much appreciated.