pretty boy | taekook

jersey

chapter twenty-eight ;; jersey
jeongguk's perspective
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"Jeongguk, come on." Taehyung whines.

"I-It won't fit." I shyly respond looking down at myself.

"What do you mean it won't fit?"

"It's too big." A noticeable sigh is heard from outside the bathroom door.

Taehyung had convinced me to try on his jersey, because, well, he thought it would look cute. The shirt was already extremely baggy on Taehyung, so it was ginormous on me. The thin and shiny fabric stopped a little below my boxers. I already felt tiny to begin with, but in this shirt, I looked like a child playing dress up in their dad's suit when they're eight years old.

"I'm sure it's fine."

"I look like a child."

"You are a child." Taehyung chuckles with hand tightly clasped around the knob, turning it slightly, "Just unlock the door, Gukkie."

A loud sigh leaves my lips once again rosy and tinted pink. At that moment, I realized that if Taehyung wanted me to wear his jersey like this, there'd surely be a time where he wishes to see me cross dressing. Might as well get this point over with before the real problems come along. I reluctantly unlock the door, hearing the click Taehyung had been waiting for. The doorknob instantly turns, sending an echoing sort of sound through the large bathroom attached to his room. This boy lived in luxury.

Eyes widen as soon as Taehyung walks in, seeing me in the jersey must've made his mind go berserk. Both of our eyes were currently wide, although I stared at the ground with a pink face and hands tightly grasped around the hem. I might as well not wear my boy shorts at all; they were completely hidden and unseen.

"Stop staring at me like that." I mumble with an anxious undertone, looking up to see the elder's gaze the entirety of my nimble form, head to toe. His lips were parted, stare completely blank. Maybe Taehyung was surprised by the appearance. I definitely was when my eyes laid upon myself in the mirror. Even though he's seen my legs many times before, it felt so much more revealing this time.

"But it looks good on you." Taehyung coos, stepping closer before taking my hands into his own. It felt serene and comforting, the way he was staring down at me with such adoration. His eyes that held such emotions made me forget about how I was undeniably scuffed up underneath the fabric, even underneath my skin.

Our fingers were intertwined like our essences, one soul shared by two boys. That soul being a house of many, a bed of few. And as Taehyung craned his neck down to reach my cherry lips that went too well with his lemon ones, I found no need to go on the tips of my toes to go higher, because I already felt as if my body was high enough. It was short and sweet, words that only Taehyung uses to describe me in particular.

"You're only saying that because you're obligated to." I tell him, sure with my answer only made the latter's eyes roll.

It was a constant battle between the two of us, a battle Taehyung always won. There was lost hope in trying to fight against the elder boy standing in front of me, hands unclasping mine and instead trailing up my arms like he always did. His coarse fingertips had become natural to my arms, a body part of mine that he seemed to favor. The skin was smooth and untouched unlike the rest of me, a fact that used to waver so much only two years ago.

"Believe what you will," Taehyung whispers, staring down at his hands that continued to glide across my skin, resonating firmly on my waist that now belonged to him, "but at least I know the truth, and my my, what a beautiful truth it is." It might've been cheesy, but my heart still pounded a little faster. He slowly draws me into a loose hug, consisting of my head being placed right underneath his shoulder. The large, white font of 'KIM' with '95' underneath crinkled up under the will of his arms while my body was nicely pushed up against his. Whatever height difference we shared was quickly becoming a thing that I adored rather than despise.