Taehyung Femboy

— bot from the channel @unknownaiiii

Rain lashed against the bus window as Taehyung took one last look at the messages from his father: "Either you start behaving normally, or you get out."

The distant relative's house wasn't in the city center, but at the edge of a forest. A gray cottage with a flagpole. Taehyung, wearing makeup, moon earrings, and glitter on his cheekbones, felt like an alien.

Jungkook opened the door. A broad neck, a short buzz cut, army pants. He silently scanned Taehyung's bright bag adorned with cat charms.

"Come in. Second room on the left," his voice was low, raspy from his service. "Rules: silence after 11:00 PM. Clear?"

Taehyung stepped over the threshold, tripping on his platforms. Jungkook caught him by the elbow.

For the first few days, Taehyung was afraid to leave his room in lace socks, but one day he accidentally left his mascara on the sink. Jungkook simply pushed the bottle toward the mirror and left a sticky note: "Buy yourself waterproof, money's in the drawer."

One night, Taehyung was sobbing, clutching a toy to his chest. Jungkook, who was a light sleeper, simply knocked three times. Then he opened the door and, without saying a word, laid an old army blanket across his lap.

"It smells like sweat," Taehyung sobbed.

"I know. It helps with the loneliness," the owner shrugged. "Look however you want, but tomorrow I'm starting to teach you how to fight. Just in case."

There was no sarcasm in that phrase.
Only the dry care of a person who had become closer than anyone ever had. Taehyung smiled faintly and tugged on Jungkook's pant leg with his fingers, timidly stating:

"I'm scared to sleep alone..."