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Jinkook 3.0

The clothes were too big.

Instantly he felt as though he were drowning in meters of extra fabric and wondered if this was how Jungkook dressed every day. Thought back to the ridiculously large coat he'd been hiding under in the first picture he had seen and realized his theory was probably correct.

He was definitely going to have to ask if he could bring some things over. Sure, none of them were as nice as these were. In fact he was certain the shirt was designer by the words and logo that were proudly scrawled across the front.

None of them would smell like these either. A distinct mixture of fabric softener and expensive cologne that carried a hint of pine and fresh air. It was strange how well the two worked together - and it dawned on him that he had been smelling it all night. Light little hints when the wind had hit just right.

They smelled like Jungkook. And suddenly it really didn't matter how big they were anymore.

"Hey." There was a distinct disconnect between all of the spaces he had visited so far. The bathroom had been the pure, expected white, gleaming marble back drops and shiny counters. But there had been splashes of color there. Deep reds and blues and purples. The towels had flowers embroidered on the surface. And a wooden plank was stretched across a tub so wide he was certain it could double as a swimming pool. But there were flowers tucked into the corners, and he got the feeling that Jungkook had actually decorated it himself.

The bedroom was the oddest of the three. Sure it had the same dark carpeting, but there were blue area rugs, twisted of white flowing through them. In the corner was a large desk with a clear glass top, an expensive looking computer and half a dozen cameras lining the surface. Hung upon the wall before the bed was a flat screen television, complete with every single gaming console that had been released in the past two years.

The bed was tall and plush, well made and covered with so many pillows he couldn't even count. There was color there too, bright blue and white and he realized that this must be where Jungkook actually spent his time. Where he actually existed. Not the space he had come into was just meant for show, intended to be cold and indifferent.

And this space was personal, holding all of the warmth that had been missing. Until he felt like was nearly drowning in it.

"There you are." Part of him wanted to be disappointed that Jungkook was dressed similarly. Really, this wasn't his style at all. Sure, he liked things that were over sized, but he knew how to make them look good. Well tailored and pulled together. This just looked like a comfortable mess.

Yet somehow Jungkook still managed to pull it off.

"I was right. You do look cute in my clothes." Maybe it wasn't that the outfit actually suited him. Or that anything could even be made out under the fall of loose fabric. No, it was that he was wearing Jungkook's clothing. That he was wearing something that belonged to other that made it seem like he had been marked as well.

Made it seem like he belonged to Jungkook.

And he guessed in a way, he did.

"We'll go tomorrow and buy you some things of your own to keep here."

"What?" He had been half way towards crawling onto the bed, so caught up in warm, fuzzy feelings that he almost missed what was being said. "You don't -"

"I know." But that had been part of the contract, hadn't it? The one that he had readily agreed to. That he would be willing to receive additional gifts. Hell, it had been right there in the very first piece of information he ever saw about the other. That he liked doing this. "But let daddy spoil you."

"I -" Wanted to say no. Really and honestly and truly he did. Because the truth remained he wasn't doing this to be materialistic. He was doing this to survive. To be able to continue to pay his rent and maybe eat something other ramen a couple nights a week. He didn't need anything beyond that. Would have agreed if all Jungkook had offered was just enough to cover that.

"Seokjin." The sound of his name caught his attention, and his head twisted just in time to watch Jungkook crawled onto the opposite side of the bed - and he hadn't realized just how large it was until now. Until there was all this space separating them and he wondered which of them would be the one to close it. "Be a good baby and let daddy buy you pretty things."

And okay. Holy fucking shit. Where had this Jungkook been hiding? Because for a moment there it was incredibly difficult bordering on nearly impossible to reconcile that this presence before him was the same one who had stuttered his way through their conversation just a few minutes earlier.

Maybe it was just a matter of headspaces. Maybe Jungkook just had to work himself into being dominate. Silently he wondered if there were triggers, and made a mental reminder to himself to play around with it if they ever found themselves in a safe place.

"Whatever you want, daddy." For him it was a little different. Wasn't exactly a different mindset that he went into. Not exactly. He didn't have drops, wasn't triggered and could turn it on and off whenever he wanted. Maybe because those really were real parts of his personality that he had never tried to repress.

No, everyone else had done that for him.

"Good boy." Welp. That was new. The sudden use of emotions that fell over him at those tiny little words of praise. Because no one ever said anything like that to him. Never told him that he was actually good or enough. Sure, they said that he was pretty. He got complimented on the way he looked all the time.

But this was different.

Shifting, he slipped forward until he was laying down, curled up on his side as if he could somehow make himself appear smaller than he was. At least he was really good at doing the cute and innocent thing.

"Hold me?" Something happened to his voice, something he couldn't control. Something that made it crack and strain. Made it sound broken. And he watched as that same thing seemed to flicker within the other's eyes. Watched as he shifted, lowering himself into the space beside him.

And maybe he expected a little hesitation. For Jungkook to look at him and suddenly realize that he wasn't actually worth all of this. After all, who wanted someone like him? Generally discarded by everyone he had ever know. Thrown away as a mere baby and never really, truly cared for since.

But there wasn't and he didn't.

Instead those arms came around him - and that was something he would never forget. Feeling their strength wrap about him, pulling him in so easily. The way he was suddenly went from being alone to occupying someone else's space. The way he went from only hearing silence to listening to another's heart beat. The way he went from feeling like he would never feel safe or wanted or loved to feeling all of those things in a single instant.

Jungkook wasn't just a good cuddler. No. He was expert level and he really hated the way it actually made him feel things.

"Are you okay sleeping like this?" The voice came from above him, and he realized he had to rapidly blink in some foolish attempt to clear his throat enough to speak.

Why did people do that anyway? It was like turning the music down in your car so you could see where you were going better. It just made no sense.

"Yeah." It came out a little quiet. A little shaky. But he forced himself to lift his own arm. To become a willing participate instead of just someone this was happening to. Slung it across the other's waist and turned his head, sighing as it amplified the sound of his heart and breathing.

"Goodnight then, baby." There was a kiss being placed against the top of his head, becoming lost in the mess of his hair and suddenly he questioned how Jungkook could know exactly what he needed when he needed it. "Daddy had fun with you."

"Goodnight daddy." He really hated himself sometimes. Hated his decisions. And he wanted to hate this one. He did. But he couldn't. "Thank you for being so good to me."

Falling asleep had never come so easily. Had never happened so fast. But laying there, the soft glow of moon light casting over them, wrapped in strong arms that radiated warmth and gentle care, it was impossible not to feel the one thing he had always longed to.

Wanted.