chimmy feels uncomfortable in jungkook's clothes.
everytime he tries one on, he would feel suffocated, scratchy or both, because every single clothing jungkook provided had the same rough material and are the tightest ones a human could ever fit into. not to mention, they were all black.
he feels hot whenever he wears the clothes, he'd rather use your colourful sweaters and jogger pants instead.
"chimmy, love?", you knock on your bedroom door, knowing that chimmy is changing his clothes. he doesn't answer, but you could hear him grumbling from outside.
"s-stupid clothes," he protests.
"can i come in?," you shout from the other side of the door. he calls you to come help him and when you walk into the room, you can't help but laugh out loud at your little precious boy.
he puts out his bottom lip, showing his attempt to put on his clothes himself but failing nonetheless. what made it funny was, the only reason why he failed is because he put his head into the wrong hole.
"y/n, help~!"
he whines when you try to get him to wear the outfit, wanting to get it off of his body instead. when it falls to the ground, a relieved sigh escapes his lips.
"chimmy d-don't want to w-wear that," he glares at the dull shirt. he tugs on your purple sweater and asks if he could borrow one just like that. and of course you oblige, immediately searching for one in your drawer. luckily, with him helping you with the search, you found one with the same style, but this one had the colour pink.
you remember that sweater, it was given by your brother for your birthday but pink isn't necessarily your favourite colour and you had the purple one, so you never used it. but this time it comes in handy, seeing chimmy's eyes were sparkling with joy when he saw it.
he wears the outfit right in front of you, and you can't help but peek into his little tummy while he does. yes, that's right. your lazy little baby who sits around and eats all day has a little tummy. your heart goes soft for the nth time today, and that's all because of one person.
"ready~", he chirps, pulling the ends of his sweater so he has sweater paws. melt.
"let's go." you take his hand in yours and walk out the door.
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the store was crowded with clothes from left to right. it was a wonderful sight to see. it was quite a while since the last time you went shopping. now, you're here with chimmy since you had enough money and figured you would treat yourself and your baby if he wants.
upon going inside the store, chimmy's attention quickly wavers to the section with the sabrinas and crop tops.
truthfully, that's the one section you never go to when shopping. it's not that you're ashamed of your body, no, you just don't think you could pull it off. but being a good friend, you accompanied him wherever he goes.
"this is cute!," chimmy exclaims, pointing to a maroon crop top.
you nod, agreeing with him. "wanna try it on, sweetheart?"
you don't know this but chimmy's heart may or may not have jumped because of that nickname. s-sweetheart? that's new.
he bites his lip to stop himself on commenting, it's just a nickname, chim. no big deal.
you lead him to the nearest fitting room and wait for him while mindlessly looking at the clothing rack in front of you. a woman no older than forty approaches you, asking you if you need help. she probably works there considering her uniform.
you shake your head politely. "thank you, but i'm just waiting for a friend."
"maybe your friend would like this one?," she suggests, taking one of the outfits from the rack. it looks appealing to you, but you don't know if—
"y/n!" he opens the curtain in one go to reveal himself wearing the heavenly crop top. it loosely hangs just above his belly button, his little tummy peaking out. before he went inside to change, you also gave him black leggings to pair up with the outfit. it really fits him nicely, hugging his adorable curves and showing how perfect he really is.
he notices you staring at him, mouth agape. crimson red dusts on his chubby cheeks.
"w-what do you think?", he asks as he brushes strands of hair to the back of his ears. he was too shy to look at you in the eye.
"br—"
a very high-pitched voice comes out of your mouth and you had to clear your throat to continue.
"b-breathtaking, you're breathtaking, love." you hint him a genuine smile and he blushes a bit more.
both of you are in a trance, completely off of the world when you hear a forced cough coming out from the woman. a scowl is scattered amongst her face, obviously uncomfortable by the event happening in front of her.
"i'm sorry.. sir," she confesses, "but those clothes are for women only. you can't wear them."
"oh." he glances down, ashamed that he can't tell the difference. how dumb is he?
"s-sorry, m-ma'am."
"hurry up and return them, please," she orders, giving out a hand as if he should return them right there and right at that moment.
it all happens so fast your brain wasn't functioning, but when it finally clicked you step in front of chimmy and eyes the woman back just like how she did to him.
"i'm sorry, ma'am," you mock, "but he doesn't have to return those clothes just because you said so. he likes those clothes so he will buy them. it isn't your place to tell him what he could and could not wear. and last time i checked, clothes don't have gender, so if you don't mind, please leave because you're bothering us."
you said all those words in once deep breathe, resulting in having to regain yourself for a few moments. but it worked, and the woman left you and chimmy alone despite the disgusted glances. "crazy chick," she mumbles under her breathe and you sent her daggers.
whatever, you must not mind. people like that aren't worth your time anyway.
but the boy beside you did. he so minds.
when you tilt your body to face him, you are faced with a teary eyed chimmy and your heart breaks seeing him like this. he's soft and fragile and you don't want to hurt him ever but that's what you always end up doing. you always end up seeing him with tears welling on the edge of his ebony eyes.
"babe, no no no please don't be sad," you comfort, cupping your hands against his pouty face.
"s-she doesn't like m-my shirt, m-maybe chimmy c-change?"
"no, you don't have to change it, please. she's just jealous that you have the looks and she looks like a moldy santa claus," you joke (but not really) and poke his nose, making him giggle.
damn, that giggle could save lives.
"her opinion doesn't matter because she doesn't matter, she doesn't even know who you are! now, who's been with you for your whole life, huh?"
"y-you," he answers truthfully.
"and who knows you better than anyone else?"
"t-that's you.. again," he whispers, cheeks going redder by the second.
"that's right, babe. i know you better than anyone else in the world, and i think you're perfect with that anything on. anyone who opposes it is wrong."
"o-okay," he says softly, not knowing what else to say. he's so in awe of you, you're the one he always looks up to although you don't think of it that much. you're just defending him, you take care of him, feed him, talk to him, even cleans his sh#t. but that means so much to him, do you know that? you're doing everything you can for him.
you're his world.
and he's all yours.
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