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Jungkook woke up by the smell of fresh pancakes and waffles, melodic classical music playing from the kitchen while the sun softly tickled Jungkook's nose. "Babie~", Taehyung's low voice came from the door frame, lazily leaning on it as he watched the boy, still wrapped up in blankets with his hair looking as if he'd just been in a storm.
But the boy was staring in awe, blinking twice to make sure he was awake for real. Just watching Taehyung standing there like this, wearing a rather elegant, striped shirt combined with some silky dark brown pants- he looked like a real man. "Wow", Jungkook breathed out as he slowly sat up, brushing through his messy locks.
Taehyung chuckled, of course he realised the fascination sparkling in the younger's eyes while watching him, how much he adored, yeah admired him. And he loved that, he just felt his heart fluttering everytime he realised that Jungkook didn't look at anyone the way he saw him.
Never before Jungkook's eyes got all big, blinking in disbelief with the brightest sparkle in them. It just happened when he stared at him.
"I made breakfast-", Taehyung said, looking away a little shy.
The younger smiled, "You're perfect."
Taehyung shook his head and then walked closer to the bed, leaning down to place a small kiss on Kook's forehead. A kiss that held so much more meaning to it than they'd actually admit. "C'mon", he reached for Jungkook's hand and pulled him up.
Instead of letting him walk on his own, he just grabbed him by his waist, spun him around and pressed their lips together, embracing him in a tight hug. Jungkook let out a small whimper, startled by the sudden kiss, yet kissing him back longingly, almost desperatly how he needed to feel Taehyung's lips as much as possible.
Their kiss could've lasted forever if there wouldn't be a burnt smell coming for their noses. Taehyung quickly pulled away, "Fuck!", he squeaked and rushed into the kitchen. He just burnt one of his precious pancakes.
With a groan he turned the stove down, putting the waffles and pancakes on a plate neatly. Right when he was about to place them on the table, a small tap could be felt on his shoulder. With a smile, Taehyung turned around, looking into Jungkook's doey eyes that caught his attention instantly.
"Hi", Jungkook hummed quietly, pouting his lips a little as if he was waiting for something. Taehyung lifted his eyebrow, "What do you want, princess?", he asked, intertwining their hands carefully.
"You", Jungkook whispered under his breath, quickly looking down. While the older started grinning, Jungkook couldn't help but let out a whiny sound. "Please-", he hummed, looking up as his eyes felt with tears.
He wanted that, he needed that. Him. Taehyung was the only thing that could make him feel better, the only one to take away the pain that constantly ate him up from his insides. The overgrowing fear of never being able to feel happiness if he wouldn't change something about his life, the loss of hope, all those things messed Jungkook up so badly.
"Jungkook? Are you alright?", Taehyung asked worriedly as he realised the tears in the prettiest eyes he had ever seen. "What's wrong? Baby, what is it?", he kept asking but Jungkook didn't respond, eyes glued to the floor.
Taehyung sighed, softly pushing the boy's chin up with his finger. "Look at me", he demanded, locking their eyes. "And now talk to me."
The boy's shoulder fell, "I'm so afraid", he admitted, voice cracking.
"P-please, just make it stop", he pleaded, small tears rushing down as he pulled on Taehyung's sleeve.
"I was going to make you breakfast and kiss you all day-- Why are you crying now, Baby", Taehyung asked confused, irritated at why Jungkook felt like that.
Little did he know that Jungkook barely slept last night, silently crying to Taehyung's chest while he was asleep peacefully. Memories of how embarrassing it was not to be able to get hard for his own girlfriend, those stupid bunches of butterflies-, and Taejeon's big doey eyes when he left their apartment last night.
It just all came together and it fucked him up.
"Please", Jungkook repeated as he shyly tried to pull Taehyung's shirt off. "Kook-", Taehyung said. "Wait. Let's just eat first", he said, panic suddenly coming up out of nowhere as he pushed Jungkook's hands away that gave him shivers down his whole body.
His heart speeded up while he felt like melting just by looking at Jungkook. Seeing how much he needed him right now, how his well-being was dependent on him- it heated his body up, brought tension and so fucking much confusion.
Taehyung didn't feel that way before when he looked at Jungkook.
Sure, he always admired his best friend, maybe crushed on him a little too much.
But what he felt right now? Looking at the one person he was sure he needed to live-, what he felt towards Jungkook was not a crush anymore.
Jungkook stepped back, eyes growing big as he realised Taehyung didn't want to. "W-what", he whispered, shocked by being brushed off for the first time in weeks. "What's wrong?", he stuttered, mind turning blank.
Taehyung looked down, "Let's just have breakfast, yeah? I promise I'll give you an amazing day", he said softly, grabbed the boy's hand and sat him down on the chair at the table.
He gave him some pancakes and waffles, also some chocolate cream because Jungkook loved that combination.
"You still find me attractive, right?", Jungkook asked shyly, out of a sudden. "Like-, even though I have a dick a-and I'm not pretty like girls a-are", Jungkook kept stuttering, tears still sparkling in his eyes while he stuffed his cheeks with food.
Taehyung stilled for a moment.
"I especially find you attractive because you have a dick and you are not pretty like a girl. You're pretty like you", Taehyung explained, avoiding to look him into the eyes.
"Why don't you want to f-fuck me t-then", Jungkook quietly questioned, feeling awfully stupid for even asking that. Taehyung didn't respond, he pretended to be busy eating, so Jungkook stopped talking and silently stuffed his mouth with food as well.
*
"Are you sure you want to wear that today, Taejeon?", Lyza's voice sounded worried while she kneeled down besides her son, helping him to put on his shirt.
The kid nodded, smiling widely. "Yes! Pink is my favorite color and I look pretty in that!", he cheered for himself and hopped in front of the mirror, seeming so happy with what he saw.
"Who even bought you that?", she asked quietly, glancing at Taejeon's little tummy that got a bit big thanks to all the sweets he ate all day.
"Taehyungie", her son explained, eyes all sparkly.
Lyza sighed, "I love that sweater too, Taejeonie. But don't you think the other kids will make fun of it again? Last time they forced you to put it off when you had something pink on-", she mumbled, hugging her kid softly, kissing his head.
Taejeon tilted his head confused, "It's okay, Taehyungie told me that as long as I love myself, the sun will keep shining. So I can't change my sweater because then I will love myself a little less and then it will rain and-", Taejeon ranted but Lyza just started crying.
All of this, it just overwhelmed the girl. She felt so tiny and insecure with being a mother at this age yet she had to face so many other things at the same time. A cheating boyfriend, a son that probably liked boys and wished to be a girl-, yet all she could do was watch. And not break.
"Okay", she said and took his tiny hand. They made their way to the car, then towards kindergarden. Taejeon was humming some song that was on the radio, in his kid's language but with a beautiful singing voice.
Lyza felt a little proud, he had Jungkook's lovely voice.
When they were younger, Jungkook always sang her to sleep while holding her all night, kissing her so gently.
She wanted that, she needed that.
Once they arrived, Taejeon jumped out and ran off, jumping into the air out of happiness while his mother only wiped the tears away that came up when she saw her son stumbling, then getting up again immediately after to keep running.
"Hello!! Taejeon is here!", the boy shouted when he entered the room, hands wiggling in the air as he ran in. The other kids laughed, then continued doing their things. So Taejeon went quiet and sat down in a corner, watching the kids form groups to play together.
They never asked him if he would want to join.
So Taejeon decided to ask himself. He hopped up and rushed over, tapping one of the girls on the shoulder. "H-hi!", he said squeakily. "Can I join???"
But the girl immediately scrunched her nose, "Ew the monster touched me!!!", she yelled and ran away. Another girl slapped Taejeon on his cheek and then ran after her friend.
Taejeon looked down sadly, "S-sorry", he stuttered and wanted to go back to his corner but got stopped by one of the boys. He was rather tall for their age, building up in front of the tiny one.
"Why don't you understand that we hate you?! And we don't want to play with you?!", he said, crossing his arms. "You're weird and fat and you can't even walk-, go away!!"
Taejeon's shoulders dropped and he nodded.
"Also, what's that sweater? Got it from your gay dad???", the kid laughed. Taejeon's eyes suddenly twitched, anger building up. "My Dad is not gay!"
"How comes he always shows up with his boyfriend then-", the boy asked, laughing. "Your Mom's always alone when she brings you here."
Taejeon pouted, "What means gay?"
The boy laughed. "Gay? It's when you're sick and disgusting."
Taejeon's jaw dropped, "Then my Dad is not gay!", he yelled and teared up at the same time.
"He is!", the other boy shouted back but Taejeon started crying.
"And you are too! You always play barbie and dress like a girl!"
Taejeon cried even more, "I'm not", he sobbed. "I just like barbies and pink colors more", he explained and then plopped down on the floor, crying out loudly.
One of the nurses rushed towards the boy and kneeled down, hugging him softly. "Taejeon, what's wrong", she asked and pulled him up, bringing him into another room where they were alone.
"Cody just said my Dad is gay!", Taejeon cried out, nuzzling his head into the nurse's neck.
The girl sighed, "But Taejeon, I think Cody's right with that", she whispered, not wanting to hold the truth back from the kid.
"No, he is not!", Taejeon shouted. "My Dad is really cool and nice, and he's my rolemodel. And he's handsome a-and he's the perfect Dad!"
The girl nodded, "Yes yes he is."
Taejeon teared up again. "He has no right to be mean to my Dad!" She nodded again, "I'll talk to Cody later. How did this fight even start?"
"I asked if I can join their game but then they called me monster and said they hate me", Taejeon explained, calming down. "Which is okay I am used to that but I don't like when they say mean things about my Dad!"
"Ouh Taejeon. Why do you even try to talk to them? You know by now that they're meanies-", she mumbled, not knowing what to say to make him feel better.
"Because my Dad and Taehyungie once told me that giving up is a bad thing and I want to have friends, so I can't give up", Taejeon explained firmly. "I like that attitude but your Dads don't know how it is here. Don't listen to their advice."
"My Dads?", Taejeon giggled. "They're not both my Dads, silly", he chuckled. "Taehyungie is only Daddy's best friend and they kiss sometimes and are very happy when they see each other!! But I have a Mom too!"
The girl gulped when she realised that the circumstances Taejeon was living in were probably far worse than she imagined.
So she decided to call Taejeon's mother.
*
Taehyung and Jungkook got interrupted by the door. A loud, extremely loud knocking was heard from the outside from a probably real angry person. They were busy making out slowly but softly on the couch, Jungkook still in tears while Taehyung tried his best to cheer him up with hickeys all over his chest.
Kook put his shirt back on, sat up and tried to calm down while Taehyung rushed over to the door, opening up.
Lyza stormed in, completely in tears while her hair was a mess, her coat only halfly closed. She looked as if she was in a hurry to come here, which was what made Jungkook panic. Did she find out?
"It's all your fault", she yelled as she grabbed Taehyung by his sweater, punching on his chest. "You bought him this sweater, you told him to love and be himself! You did this to him; he's getting bullied, the kids are mean and insult him as being gay!", she screamed.
"I always had a feeling that you're the one who brings all of that drama into our life!", she kept shouting, punching him harshly.
"You knew what they did to Jungkook yet you still allow it to happen to my son as well! Just because you're a faggot yourself", her tears rushed down so fast, eyes sparkling in anger and confusion at the same time.
"I don't want you anywhere near my son!"
Now Jungkook stepped forwards, slowly reaching for his girlfriend's hand to calm her down. "Baby", he whispered quietly.
And you could see Taehyung's face dropping at this one word. "Don't take this out on him, it's not his fault."
Lyza fell into Jungkook's arms, hugging him tightly. "He's sick", she sobbed. "And he gives his sickness to my son."
Jungkook gulped, knowing those words way too well. "It's not a sickness", he hummed, glancing at Taehyung who was close to tears.
"Jungkook, tell her", he suddenly said. "Fucking tell her", his voice got angered, deathglaring the girl. "Tell this disgusting piece of shit the truth", he yelled, feeling attacked by what she said. He never liked her but she overstepped the one boundary he had.
"The truth?", Lyza looked up into Jungkook's eyes, fear crawling up.
But Jungkook sideglanced at Taehyung, his heart breaking at what he was about to say. He mouthed a 'Sorry', then leaned down to place a kiss on Lyza's lips.
"He's not sick, it's called gay and it's perfectly fine to be into men", he softly explained, brushing through the girl's hair.
Taehyung frowned.
No words coming to his mind, no movement rushing through his muscles. Thoughts spinning through his head, hands balling into fists while tears came up and fell down his cheeks.
Jungkook avoided to look at him, still focused on his girlfriend who finally calmed down.
"I don't want you near to him", she said after a while, intertwining her fingers with Jungkook's while the boy only nodded. "You know why", she added sharply. Jungkook nodded again.
"Jungkook", Taehyung whispered, voice breaking. "It's perfectly fine to be that, you just said it", he hummed. "Tell her the truth", his voice was pleading, no rather begging. Nothing left to lose, he just needed to risk this.
"I'll always choose you, in a thousand lifetimes I'd always choose you."
"Pinky Promise?"
"Pinky promise."
Their eight years old selves smiled while sealing the promise with a small peck on their lips.
"What is he talking about?", Lyza asked, slowly but surely understanding that there was more to all of this. But Jungkook kept quiet. "I have no idea, Lyza. Let's go", he said softly, turning her towards the door.
When they were almost outside, Jungkook looked back, seeing Taehyung standing there with tears rushing down. "Don't go", he begged but Jungkook couldn't help but force himself to turn back around and leave the room.
Even though all he wanted was to run into his arms, kiss him and tell the world to fuck off.
But for Taejeon's sake, it was probably better not to do that.