jungkook doesn't remember his mother. he was young enough when he got adopted that he doesn't remember the shelter he was in, either. he doesn't remember much of anything at all before yoongi, his yoongi. and he's completely and totally fine with that.
as far as he's concerned, yoongi is his everything. yoongi is the one who gives him clothes to wear, who holds him when he's cold or scared, who always gives him food and pets his ears and his shirts smell like home. yoongi has a nice soft, deep voice and the way that he says jungkook's name makes him happy all over, from the very tips of his ears all the way down to his wiggling toes. it's hard to focus on keeping still enough for yoongi to get his socks on, especially when he doesn't particularly enjoy wearing them all that much, but the way that yoongi talks him through it always lends a hand in settling something in him. settles enough to make it possible for yoongi to get the socks on, anyway, and once that's done he's already focused on turning over, doing his best to scramble to his feet so he can go find something to explore.
yoongi's picking him up before he can get there, though, and jungkook doesn't fight it. because he loves being held by yoongi, being close to him, always has and likely always will. it settles the bunny, has him stilling in yoongi's lap, at least a little bit. jungkook leans back into him at first, tipping his head back so that he can look up at yoongi, wide smile on his face and eyes curving into crescents with the force of it. he reaches up for a moment, fully intent on touching yoongi's nose but the question catches his attention first, making him tilt his head just slightly, one ear twitching.
jungkook understands everything for the most part, can comprehend yoongi's questions and commands so long as they're familiar to him. so he doesn't have to think too hard before he's wriggling around again, worming his way off of yoongi's lap, moving a little too fast and landing on the floor with a soft thump. it doesn't deter him, though. he continues on his mission, scrambles his way over to the shirts and picks one of them up, simple and red, his favorite. he brings it back to yoongi, presents it to him proudly and the second it's out of his hands he's using them to help climb his way back up into yoongi's lap again, unwilling to be seperated from him now that he was up there for even a second.
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as far as he's concerned, yoongi is his everything. yoongi is the one who gives him clothes to wear, who holds him when he's cold or scared, who always gives him food and pets his ears and his shirts smell like home. yoongi has a nice soft, deep voice and the way that he says jungkook's name makes him happy all over, from the very tips of his ears all the way down to his wiggling toes. it's hard to focus on keeping still enough for yoongi to get his socks on, especially when he doesn't particularly enjoy wearing them all that much, but the way that yoongi talks him through it always lends a hand in settling something in him. settles enough to make it possible for yoongi to get the socks on, anyway, and once that's done he's already focused on turning over, doing his best to scramble to his feet so he can go find something to explore.
yoongi's picking him up before he can get there, though, and jungkook doesn't fight it. because he loves being held by yoongi, being close to him, always has and likely always will. it settles the bunny, has him stilling in yoongi's lap, at least a little bit. jungkook leans back into him at first, tipping his head back so that he can look up at yoongi, wide smile on his face and eyes curving into crescents with the force of it. he reaches up for a moment, fully intent on touching yoongi's nose but the question catches his attention first, making him tilt his head just slightly, one ear twitching.
jungkook understands everything for the most part, can comprehend yoongi's questions and commands so long as they're familiar to him. so he doesn't have to think too hard before he's wriggling around again, worming his way off of yoongi's lap, moving a little too fast and landing on the floor with a soft thump. it doesn't deter him, though. he continues on his mission, scrambles his way over to the shirts and picks one of them up, simple and red, his favorite. he brings it back to yoongi, presents it to him proudly and the second it's out of his hands he's using them to help climb his way back up into yoongi's lap again, unwilling to be seperated from him now that he was up there for even a second.