(Jungkook's POV)

"He comes home at like 11 on Tuesdays and my mom is going out with her friends. So she'll be home late too."

"So...you're inviting me over?" Taehyung raised an eyebrow as I nodded quickly. The movement made my tablet fall to the ground. I picked it back up, waiting for his response via FaceTime.

"I haven't seen you in 8 days." I pouted as he smiled brightly, readjusting his computer on his kitchen counter.

"Okay, I'll be there in 15 minuets." He ended the FaceTime shorty after that. I ran to my closet, should I wear something cute? He's seen you before Jungkook, what're you dressing up for? Should I just wear a hoodie? I don't know exactly what Taehyung likes guys to wear, but I know who to ask.

I clicked on his contact, and luckily he answered almost right away.

"Hi Jimin sorry to bother you but what does Taehyung like guys to wear?"

"Mmm trying to impress, look cute, or turn on?" He immediately replied, I didn't expect him to be so into it.

"Maybe all 3?"

"Do you have a skirt?"

"What?" I wrinkled my nose, "why would I have that?" Why would I wear a skirt?

"He's into that."

"I should buy a skirt." I didn't realize I had said that aloud.

"You're so whipped for him." He laughed as I turned red. "But since you don't have one right now...do you have spandex shorts, or sports shorts...that are short."

"I'm not trying to seduce him-"

"And why the hell not?"

***

I ended up in a white hoodie, but you couldn't even tell I was wearing shorts because they didn't even come to my mid-thigh. Jimin highly suggested I wear matching knee high socks. It's an outfit I'd wear when I'm home alone...not when someone is coming over.

I jumped when the doorbell rang. I ran my fingers through my hair before running to the door. I opened it quickly my face lighting up.

(Taehyung's POV)

I couldn't help it, I kissed him immediately, my hand cupping his face as his arms wrapped around my neck. He pulled away quickly.

"I have to close the door." He smiled, stepping around me to close the door and lock it. I noticed the rest of his body. I averted my eyes, trying not to look perverted. Is he not wearing pants? "So what do you think?" I looked at Jungkook his eyebrows raised.

He had been talking? Should I say yes? Was he asking what I thought about his outfit?

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I made sure to look at his eyes only as he repeated himself.

"I said...can we just talk? There's something I wanted to tell you about."

(Jungkook's POV)

We sat on the couch as he looked at me patiently. I decided to just spit it out, it wasn't that big a deal right?

"Well-I-wanted-to-tell-my-mom-about-me-being-gay-but-your-dad-came-home-and-talked-about-how-he-had-a-'fag'-coworker-and-he-had-so-much-hate-in-his-tone-and-I-couldn't-come-out-and-then-I said-he-wasn't-my-father-and-he-got-mad...then-my-mom-kicked-ME-out-not-him-well-not-really-kicked-out-but-I-had-to-leave-and-now-I-know-I-can't-come-out-to-them-it-would-be-horrible."

I said said all in a huff, pausing to take one breath. Taehyung sat there for a second, probably trying to process all I just said.

"Sweetheart, as much as I understand you wanting your mom to know. I get that, I do, its who you are and you shouldn't have to hide it...but you can't."

That's what I was saying but why-

"I don't want you to get hurt, like I did. My father," it sounded as if it pained him to say father. "When I told him he not only kicked me out, but he beat me half to death before he did it. Yoongi's the one who actually found me. If not I could've died Jungkook. I'm not saying this to scare you but if he was willing to do that to his own son...I can only imagine you." Taehyung's eyes were full of worry as I nodded slowly. My throat went dry when he told me he was beaten.

"He's a fucking asshole!" I felt my blood boiling at the thought. How could someone do that to someone else, let alone their own fucking son-

"I didn't want you to get mad." He took my hand, looking down at it. "I just told you because I need you safe. Maybe when you're 18 or older and you move out, when he can't hurt you..."

"I probably won't be able to move out for along time. I want to go to University, and I doubt I'll make enough to pay for somewhere to live and-"

"You could live with me."

My eyes widened as a light blush spread across his face, he looked down, messing with my fingertips.

"I m-mean it's just a suggestion. You wouldn't have to pay or you could if you wanted to but only a little bit. And I bet your mom would be more comfortable with that anyway." He rushed, obviously embarrassed he mentioned it.

"I'll think about it." I smiled as he had a faint one on his lips. The idea made my heart flutter but it would be a few months till my 18th birthday anyway.

"But anyway." Taehyung scratched the back of his head, his blush still apparent. "Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

***

We finally picked a movie on Netflix after ordering a pizza. I laid my head on his chest as he slung his arms over my shoulder. I enjoyed his warmth and stayed silent as he commented on every stupid thing a character did. Usually I would be annoyed but I wasn't really watching the movie. I cuddled into him and closed my eyes as I listened to his voice.

"Like why on earth would you do that?! The door is right there and yet you choose to run all throughout the building-"

"I love your voice."

"What?" Taehyung laughed at the randomness of my comment.

"It's deep and soothing." I hummed, as he chuckled.

"What else do you love about me?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?" I poked his chest as he didn't deny it. "Fine, physically or mentally?"

"Mentally first."

"You're silly and weird but in a cute funny way. You're kind, doing things for others, even though you know if they were in the same situation they wouldn't do the same for you." Like taking the fault for Yoongi's crimes is one example but maybe I should bring that up. "I love how you get shy sometimes but really confident other times. I love when you're happy because it makes me happy. You're everything anyone could want or need."

There was silence for a second as I pulled away to look at his face.

"Oh my gosh! Are you crying?" I gasped as he shook his head quickly rubbing his fist against his teary eyes. "You are crying!"

"Shut up." He mumbled, neither of us watching the movie anymore.

"I didn't think I was that poetic, to bring a man to tears." I continued laughing as he smacked my arm lightly. "Tell me the physical about me." I sat up, crossing my legs as he looked at me then the TV. I didn't want to cry like him, I figure the physical would be entertaining.

"Nope, can't."

"Why not?" I whined, "that's no fair."

"I'm going to sound like a pervert." Taehyung said as I rolled my eyes.

"I don't care, do it, do it, do it-"

"Kay fine!" He sighed as I smiled widely. "I love everything though. Your hair, how it's fluffy and soft and when you don't cut it for a while it gets in your eyes which makes you wrinkle your nose which is adorable. Your eyes, for all the cliche reasons people normally talk about. Your nose, your lips...how they turn brighter pink when you bite them. Which you do when you think or are nervous, your smile. Your smile is sooo cute. And your neck, I love marking it, and your collarbones. Your hands, I love holding them. The rest of your body which I won't go into detail about because...that won't lead anywhere innocent, but everything, I love everything."

The blush across my face was much redder than his as I struggled to find a response. My heart was beating loudly in my chest. I didn't expect him to give a real answer.

"Hmm"

"I told you I would sound like a pervert." Taehyung chuckled, not understanding the reason I was at a loss for words. "But wearing those shorts was your fault."

"Shorts?" I played innocent as he rolled his eyes.

"You were trying to tease me! You should probably be punished for that."

"Mmm I don't think so." I laughed backing away on the couch as a dangerous glint appeared in his eyes.

Taehyung stood up, moving over to me on the couch. I attempted to run past him but he grabbed me by the waist and before I knew it I was being tossed over his shoulder.

"Hey! Let me down!" I yelled, hitting his back as he made his way to the stairs. He continued up the steps, not even responding to my protests.

"Which ones your room?" He asked when we got to the top.

"Why should I tell you?"" I huffed, still hanging from his shoulder.

"Because when we end up fucking in your mom's room-"

"Yah!" I yelled to cut him off as my face turned a deep shade of red. "It's the one to your right." I mumbled as I could practically feel the smirk radiating off of him.

He walked over to my door, kicking it open. What did my door ever do to you? He closed it behind him even though no one was home. I continued squirming on his shoulder,

before I knew it I was being set down on the bed, the older male inches away.