Jungkook nibbles on his lower lip. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, he thinks to himself as he smiles awkwardly when another comment is passed on his attire for the night. He chose comfort, not bothering much about his style. He didn't think that was something to worry about when he was out with friends, but maybe that's where he was wrong.

He feels like he's being a baby about it, taking their comments to heart when they probably just mean them as light-hearted jokes. But he's a little sensitive about his body and their teasing seems a bit prolonged.

They roast him over his attire and how he looks like a grandfather in it, and somehow it just doesn't hit right. He laughs, of course he does, but it's half-hearted. He replays their words throughout the night, suddenly self-conscious about himself. He feels uncomfortable, like there are eyes watching him when he moves from their table to the washroom and back.

He forces a smile over his face when he returns to the table and his friends point fingers at him saying something in the lines of "grandpa is back."

Jungkook wants to curl up and disappear from view as he analyzes, or rather overanalyzes, the whole situation. He drags his eyes over the rest of their friend group, admiring their outfits and then berating himself for picking the one he chooses. At this point, he isn't focused on the conversation they are having, too conscious about his attire and just hoping the night could end a little faster.

He doesn't want to be here any longer. He doesn't want to be in the clothes he's wearing now. Or rather, he just wants to be away from the public eye right now. He's done enough of socialising for the night.

But time seems to mock him as it ticks way too slow for his liking. His perception on the night stands different from the rest. A group picture later, Jungkook tugs his bucket hat on low, shielding away his eyes and slips on his face mask to hide his face as he all but rushes out of there. He gets into the backseat of the car and the driver makes a small conversation with him the drive home.

He sighs, finally feeling his nerves calm after getting away from that place and back to the comfort of his and Jimin's shared apartment. He slips inside with a soft sigh. Their words echo in his head and he knows they mean well, he knows they had no intention of making him feel...insecure.

But he does.

He stands before a full length mirror and examines his attire. He tugs at his loose pants, lips curling slightly downwards unconsciously in distaste.

"How was your night?" comes the question from the doorway and Jungkook doesn't need to cast his gaze in the direction of the voice to know who it belongs to.

"Does this really look that bad?" He chooses to ask softly instead.

From his peripheral vision, he sees a look of concern cloud Jimin's face as he approaches the younger male and wraps his arms around from behind him. He drops a soft kiss to the nape of Jungkook's neck.

"You look cute as usual," he compliments as he rests his chin over Jungkook's shoulder, meeting his gaze through the mirror.

Jungkook stays silent before he answers, "I don't feel like it."

"Why is that, love?" Jimin asks, gently urging the younger to speak to him. He can tell through Jungkook's pinched expression that there's something about the night that's bothering him.

"They found my attire rather amusing and chose to roast me for most of the night," says Jungkook but now as he speaks of it out loud, he feels his cheeks colour in embarrassment.

He's a grown man for crying out loud. Shouldn't he be taking such comments like a champ and laugh along rather than turning into an insecure little—

"Kookie," Jimin says, tugging Jungkook out of his thoughts.

The older's brows are furrowed in concern.

"You're overthinking again, sweetheart."

"I didn't think much about it. I just felt comfortable in it and I selected it for the night but then, I don't know. They meant it in good fun and I just have to go and be a baby about it."

"Don't downplay your emotions," Jimin gently scolds him.

"But I'm a grown man," Jungkook voices out, a tinge of frustration in his tone, "and I should have taken that like a champ. I should have laughed it off but I felt...I felt weird. All those insecurities about my body just..."

He trails off and Jimin knows what he means. He's been there himself, been insecure of his own skin. His thumb rubs the skin of his hand in circular motions. He knows, knows how those thoughts enter uninvited, taking advantage at every moment it can.

"I just wanted to get away from them...away from that place. I felt so self-conscious, like everyone was staring my way and noting down my every flaw," Jungkook says and he sounds so small that Jimin's heart clenches.

"You prioritized your comfort first and that's a good move you made, bub. You're beautiful, regardless of the clothes you wrap around your body," Jimin says and kisses the side of Jungkook's jaw.

"Every inch of your skin is perfect with every little imperfection," Jimin continues, his hands moving over the younger's abs as he drops a soft kiss to his neck and trails little kisses down to his shoulder.

"Your beauty radiates right through your attire. It isn't the attire that defines you or that shapes your beauty, it's you who shapes that for the attire. Without you, it's just a meaningless piece of clothing. You add beauty to it and I think you look like the cutest bun in this."

Jungkook giggles softly as Jimin gently tugs him around to peck his lips.

"Whatever standards they set for you today, you didn't meet them and that's okay. You created your own standards out there. It looks cute on you."

"Hyung, you're just saying that," Jungkook whines as Jimin attacks his lips with another kiss.

Jimin lets out a dramatic gasp, "I'm offended. Do you really think I would lie to you?"

Then he turns serious, his hands reaching up to cup Jungkook's cheeks gently as he tilts his head and kisses him softly, "you're perfect. You're beautiful. Just the way you are."

Jungkook wraps his arms around Jimin's waist as he mumbles a soft "thank you" against his plump lips.

"I love you and every inch of your skin. This is you, baby and I want you to embrace you just as I have."

"Someday, maybe," Jungkook replies, resting his head on Jimin's shoulder while the other holds him close, kissing his hair.

"Till then, and even then, I will remind you of it time and again," Jimin promises.

The end!