pretty boy | taekook

lace skirt

chapter thirty-six ;; lace skirt
jeongguk's perspective
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"It looks so good." Taehyung beams, looking up at me from his seat on my bed.

Even though I wasn't supposed to, I still felt bad about what happened last night and decided to do whatever Taehyung wished. He wanted to see me cross dress, so my legs were currently on show while wearing a skirt and leg garters. Soft and white stockings held onto my legs and left little to the imagination as the white garters held them up so they wouldn't fall. Bruises in the size of fingertips littered my thighs, but we acted like those weren't there. The white skirt consisted of lace, my most favorite one hidden for far too long.

I'd been worried about him getting uncomfortable and weirded out at the sight of me in frilly skirt, swaying when I walked around with a slight jump. Two years had passed by, but nonetheless a feeling of a bubbly happiness remained. I'd never wear it in public, of course. This was only meant for Taehyung.

A bright smile was clear on his face, and a pink was running across mine. He beckoned me forward with a loose arm drawing out, the light markings of cherry blossoms running across bruises. I took his hand with my cream-sweater-covered one and accepted the light tug to sit down.

He was obviously aware of actions he should do and not do now, only holding onto me with a nod or an okay. Cautious and intended, like a baby fox. A fox and a bunny, that's what we are. Unattended and almost impossible to work out, but somehow still together with interlocked fingers as my back was to his stomach.

"Y-You really like it?" I quietly ask. An undeniable bliss was spreading throughout the room.

"I love the sweater." He informs me with his chin resting on my smaller shoulder. His coarse hands with the red and purple knuckles play with the oversized cuffs on the soft fabric covering half of my hands.

"Thank you." I smile and turn my head so I can look up at him. It was as if the world stood still, just for us, "I was worried that you would...y'know...not really be a big fan." My voice confesses, becoming softer and eyes looking down at hands.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"I don't know. Not many people have been a fan of this. Father wasn't very fond of it. He didn't want his only son to dress as a girl."

Taehyung rolls his eyes, "That man can go fuck himself." He angrily says with a protective tone, holding me closer, "You look good like this, and that's the only recognition you need. Now, enough about your dad. We shouldn't waste our energy on someone who doesn't deserve it." He announces with a proud voice, grabbing my hips and taking me off of his lap before standing up, putting his hand out for me to hold onto.

"Where are we going?" I cautiously ask once feeling the coarse skin and standing up from my bed.

"Nowhere, we're just going to put your stars back up. I miss them." Taehyung explains with a light and frothy tone, a small smile on his face. He was already dragging me over to the messy pile of plastic stacked on top of my desk, "I remember what you said last night, how you took them down because they died out just like you did, but I am pleased to announce that you," Taehyung grabs the first one on the stack, white specks of paint on the back from being peeled off and places it into the hand he held onto, "are very much alive." A sugary kiss for me, tasting of candy. It tasted as sweet as the boy who was currently stepping onto my bed with four stars in hand.