DADDY 「j.hs + j. jk」

불꽃

sparkle

Hoseok rings the doorbell, the apprehension draining away to be replaced with determination.

"Hyungie?" Jungkook's voice is as sweet as ever.

"It's me, baby." Hoseok sounds as smooth as chocolate. The voice he uses for Jungkook to shows that he can depend on him (maybe not to kill a spider but for anything and everything else), that he cares for him.

"I'm letting you in now, Seokie hyung."

Hoseok hears the telltale buzz of the gate being unlocked and he pushes it open, walking inside to see Jungkook peering out the front door.

His eyes dart away from Hoseok the second they meet his but travel back shakily once Hoseok's shoes come into view.

God, he looks pretty.

The pink theme contrasts well with Jungkook's milky skin and the sparkles that decorate a small portion of his face highlight his eyes that shimmer like stars.

"It's chilly, come inside, hyung," Jungkook invites.

Hoseok steps through the half-open door, and he's met with a bashful little Jungkook that fiddles with his sweater sleeves.

He's so pretty that Hoseok could kiss him but he also feels like passing out. Jungkook literally takes his breath away making him feel a bit lightheaded, but Hoseok doesn't mind.

"How about we talk first, Kookie?"

"Okay," Jungkook says quietly and reaches his hand out for Hoseok but he pauses halfway, hesitating, and starts drawing it back before Hoseok catches his wrist. Jungkook tosses him a small smile and wraps his hand around Hoseok forefinger. After their first meeting, Hoseok was quick to learn that Jungkook was a touchy person, which made them that much more compatible. He was always one for impromptu hugs and hand holding. He liked to sit in his hyungs' laps and was sometimes even up for forehead kisses that they gave when he was being especially dear and childlike.

Jungkook leads him over to the light teal colored couch that looked worn from years of care and love. Hoseok plopped down and immediately pulled Jungkook into his lap before Jungkook could even try to step away from him. Jungkook's skirt rides up his thighs as he settles into a comfortable position with Hoseok's hands gripping firmly at his sides.

"Did you mean what you sent to me?" Hoseok asks patiently gazing intently at the boy that's sitting sideways in his lap.