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Bunny

Jungkook

"Jungkook! Get back here now!" Jimin yells, chasing after me around our house.

I giggle and race toward my room, diving into the pile of stuffies. Quickly, I bury my body in the pile, all the animals covering me up.

"Kookie, please! All you have to do is put your pants on!" he says, sitting on my bed.

I look down at my legs, "I don' wanna Daddy!"

He looks over in my direction, pulling the stuffies off from me. He sighs and lifts me up, "Baby boy, please put your pants on. For daddy."

Grabbing the blue shorts from his hand, I slide them on, struggling since I'm still sitting in a colorful pile of stuffies. He smiles and ruffles my hair, "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

I shake my head, "Nu-uh."

"C'mon prince, lunch is waiting on the table."

I stand up, almost immediately lacing my fingers with my caregiver's. Slyly, he puts my paci in my mouth. Without saying anything, we go to the kitchen, sitting at the round table to eat the turkey sandwich in front of us.

"Baby, why don't you wanna wear your pants?" he asks, looking into my eyes sincerely.

Though I know he wants my eyes on his, I keep them down, on the blue shorts. Biting my lip, I scratch my leg, "I wanna wear a skirt." My voice doesn't come out any more than a whisper.

"I can't hear you."

"I-I wanna wear a sk-skirt, Daddy." I say, anxiety building up more.

"Well, don't you have any?"

"N-no. L-last Daddy said that I couldn't wear skirts. It was t-too gi-girly." I tell him, finally looking at him. "He burned them all."

His eyebrows furrow, "Kookie, that was your last Daddy. You should know that I would never judge you for what makes you happy."

"Can we go get skirts today then?"

"Of course Bun'."

I smile and bounce in my seat, sipping on my apple juice box. I eat my sandwich, making an audible hum to the taste.

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I look in the mirror of the dressing room, twirling in the pastel pink skirt, Daddy looking at me from the chair in the small cubicle. He pokes my thigh, grabbing my attention.

"Do you like it?"

I nod quickly, but look in the mirror again. I stand still, no happy expression, no twirl or pose. Just, me. A sigh escapes my lips, "No, it doesn't look good."

He stands up and wraps an arm around my waist, "What makes you say that?"

"I'm not a girl. I'm a boy. I can't wear skirts. Plus, I'm too fat for this." I begin to take the skirt off, but Jimin grabs my hand.

"Jungkook, none of that matters. Clothes don't have a gender, so why should we sort clothes by it? And baby, you are not fat. If anything, I am. You have so much potential. If that skirt makes you feel good, then get it. Get all the skirts you want."

I slide the skirt back up and attack my Daddy in a hug, "Thank you~!" I begin to cry into his shirt, sniffling.

"Don't cry bunny. Let's get you dressed and home so you can show Daddy all of your skirts."

I nod, "Otay..."

We leave the dressing room, his arm protectively around my waist, despite our very different sizes. I lean into him, piling different colored skirts into the cart, a lollipop finding its way in suspiciously.

After check out, we left to go home. Though I was terrified of wearing skirts, especially after Minho, I felt more at ease with the freedom. And I mean freedom as in I've been receiving a lot of pinches to the buttcheek...yeah. Either way, I feel good.

I got my body paint out, wanting to see something new than the bruises and scars all over my skinny legs. Slipping out of my black muscle shirt, I put on a tight pink crop top on, along with my new mint green skirt. The skirt reaches down to my mid-thigh, leaving enough room for thigh-high socks. I sit on the floor and put all the paint on a pallet, setting the brushes next to them, and my legs laying out in front of me.

"Hey Bun'," an all familiar voice cooes, "What're you doing?"

I look down to the paint, dipping one of the brushes in the green paint, "I'm painting."

He sits on the floor in front of me, "On what canvas?"

I stroke the green onto my thigh, leaves coming together quickly, "I am the canvas."

Jimin makes a simple hum, watching me create the new masterpiece on my leg. He grabs a brush, dipping it in the black, drawing a design on his arm. Quickly, I realize that he's writing my name in Korean.

I snap myself out of my trance, adding shades of purple flowers, and simple yellow berries.

"Bun."

I look up curiously, "Hm?"

He smiles widely, "Nothing, I just wanted to see your face again. Your bangs are growing out to where when you look down, I can't see your beautiful face."

It was true, what Jimin had said. My hair had been growing out quite a bit. My coconut colored hair, even when I was looking up, had been covering my eyes about half way.

I swipe my bangs out of the way, but they keep falling in front of my pupils. I let out a huff, pouting at the inconvenience.

"I still like it," I whisper, "makes me feel better."

"If you feel good in it, then I feel good too."

I put the paint brushes down on the floor, not caring that the purple paint stain the carpet. I don't have any purple on here anyway. I look at my leg, smiling widely. Something is missing though. Deciding that I had messed up, I grab a paper towel and begin to wipe it off.

Jimin grabs my hand, "Darling, no."

"I don't like it though."

He shakes his head, "You always decide that. How about we make that beautiful picture permanent?"

My jaw drops, "Really? I can get a tattoo?"

"Yup."

I begin to draw a new picture on my other leg, which is a patch of yellow flowers, their green-ish petals at the bottom. Once I finish it, I pat on Daddy's leg.

"Daddy! I like this one better!"

"I do too, now let's go get it permanent," he says, his soft, high-pitched voice ringing in my ears like a beautiful melody.

I jump up and begin running to the door, before I notice what I'm wearing. I look down nervously, "Daddy, what if they don't give me a tattoo?"

"Why wouldn't they give someone as gorgeous as you a tattoo?"

"I'm wearing girls clothes."

He sighs, "Kookie, if you go to the tattoo parlor with that outfit on, I'll give you a gift."

I nod, "Okay! Let's go!"

We run out of the house, heading for the parlor. A smile on my face, and Jimin far behind me.

Happy Birthday Jiminie!! I decided that a quick Jikook little space needed to be written since a big moment is about to happen for Tae and Yoongi. Also, generally, I really wanted to writie little space :) Thank you to those that are reading this currently!