DADDY 「j.hs + j. jk」

과거

past

"Now, tell me what you wanted to say." Hoseok rests his chin on Jungkook's shoulder once he turns him around again.

Jungkook leans his head on Hoseok's. "Well, I've always really liked skirts and dresses. I know what you might be wondering, the hyungs asked me once, I'm not trans or anything like that. I know you guys would support me if that were the case, but I, as far as I know, I think I just like to wear girls' clothes sometimes. Makes me feel pretty."

Jungkook lets out a sigh before continuing, "My parents thought it was just a kind of phase, they found it amusing when I was younger, but as I grew older they couldn't understand why I couldn't stop wearing skirts and dresses. When turned 10, they literally threw out every skirt or dress I had and forced me to wear trousers. Of course, there was my older brother, Junghyun hyung, and my aunt, Jieun. They were the only ones who understood. My brother would take me out to buy skirts and dresses and he would put up a fight with anyone who looked at me the wrong way. My aunt would teach me how to do my makeup whenever she visited. But my parents, they became so disgusted by it, they couldn't even look at me, and one day-," Jungkook's voice broke and Hoseok pulled him closer, rubbing his back soothingly. "My father beat me, so hard that I couldn't go to school for a week and my mother... she just stood there and watched, said I deserved it, that it would set me straight until my brother came home."

By now, Jungkook and Hoseok were crying together, Jungkook's hiccuping between every phrase, "He was only 15, he barely had any muscle on him, and he- he fought back telling me to get out of the house. I waited on the curb- I was so scared Seokie hyung, so scared that I had lost one of the only people who really cared about me, but then he came out with his phone. He called Auntie Jieun and she's been taking care of us ever since."

Jungkook burrowed himself deeper into Hoseok, sobbing into his bare chest, the memories of past years coming back to haunt him. "Fuck, baby, you didn't deserve any of that. But now you have your aunt and your brother and on top of that you have six hyungs who love you to death and that's all that matters."

Jungkook's cries soon turned into wet sniffles, but he still clung to Hoseok, not minding the damp skin against his cheek. "I love you, baby," Hoseok murmured, his voice muffled by Jungkook's hair.

"Love you, too, hyungie," Jungkook whispered back, throat hoarse from all the crying he did (and all the screaming from not too long ago).

"Wanna get ready for dinner? Your aunt is probably waiting for us."

Jungkook nods and goes to stand up, but not before giving Hoseok a small peck on the cheek shyly which Hoseok answered to by pulling Jungkook in for a chaste kiss.

Hoseok pulled on his shirt from the bedroom floor while Jungkook perused his closet with his bedsheet wrapped around his waist until something caught his eye. "Jungkookie," he whines, " aren't you going to wear your skirt for me?"

Jungkook whirls around to see Hoseok holding the new pink skirt he had been wearing earlier. He turns bright red, but after giving it some thought (more like after he heard Jimin and Taehyung's voices screaming in his head) he took the skirt from Hoseok and walked into the bathroom after grabbing a new pair of panties (they were really comfortable, okay?) leaving an awestruck Hoseok in his wake.

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Dinner was great since Jieun and Hoseok got along well (Jieun had been especially happy to see Jungkook wearing the skirt and knowing he felt comfortable around Hoseok to be himself). He couldn't wait to introduce Hoseok to Junghyun, who was in his third year of college. He was sure they would become fast friends too, Hoseok was just that kind of person and so was his brother, even for someone as overprotective as he is.

Hoseok left his house that night with a kiss goodbye and promise of tomorrow by giving him a smile that could rival the sun.

Jungkook's breath caught in his throat as his heart skipped a beat.