"I don't think I've ever hated something more than what happened just now." Namjoon announces, never having felt more of an urge to throw himself off the stairs. And maybe take Taehyung with him.

Jungkook giggles cutely, covering his mouth and they all coo, happy that that part of him hasn't changed.

"I hope you're still keeping me now that I can talk. Don't be mistaken, I still don't know how to use these devilish machinery you have in this house. Or pants. I hate pants."

Jungkook's new profound skill of talking sure makes him ramble a lot. But who would blame him in this situation?

"Where I come from, I didn't wear pants, but I borrowed cloths from the women, they called them skirts. I liked wearing them a lot."

Yoongi interrups the boy's speaking. "You like wearing skirts?"

Jungkook nods figuriously and glances around the room like a puppy that just heard a noice. "You guys have skirts too? Then why would you make me wear those heidious things that are out to eat me alive?!"

Sometimes, he just can't figure out how human's brains even work.

After a while of searching, Taehyung fishes his cousin's skirt he once stole from from her and hands it over to Jungkook, who just stares at it in awe.

It's so... different. The skirts back in the heavens were dark and unkept, falling just below his knee. What he's holding right now seems more like it's underwear.

"Your skirts are different than what I'm used to." The boy exclaims as he studies the fabric and holds it infront of him, wondering how he'll ever fit in this.

"This is not going to fit while I'm still like this." Only now, they've all noticed that the boy is still tall and muscular as hell, towering above even Namjoon, who is the tallest of the group.

"Taetae, come here." Jungkook says as he spreads his arms, everyone cooing that even though he's lost his baby-like speaking, he still uses the nicknames he gave them.

The two hug but Jungkook doesn't change and he looks down at the elder confused. "Last time, I became smaller when we hugged."

Taehyung shrugs his shoulders and flips his imaginary long locks. "I don't have a type, I like everyone."

Jungkook chuckles. He's always liked how Taehyung doesn't care about how people percieve him or how he acts. He's not scared to be his weird self and Jungkook admires that.

"Anyone else that can make me turn a bit smaller?"

"Y-yeah." Jin answers with a huge blush on his face. He hasn't said anything in a while so they all turn to him, which makes him blush even more.

He waddles over to the strange boy and swiftly hugs him, the younger become shorter and slimmer.

Jungkook smiles widely and removes his pants with tremendous struggle and slips on the skirt. A sigh of relief escapes him and he twirls, happy to be in something more comfortable.

Wearing skirts makes him feel less anxious. It's the only thing on earth that slightly resembles his home and makes his experience on earth less foreign in a way.

Jungkook can feel their aura's brighten, even if it's just for a split second. Only to turn dark and miserable moments after.

It makes him feel happy, a kind of happy that can only be described as fullfilment. He is on this earth only for these people, so rvery time they feel good, Jungkook feels good too.

He smirks and crosses his arms. "I'm not forgetting the fact that you guys are so young by the way. It feels like I'm babysitting."

"Listen kid, as long as you can't confirm your age to us, I'm not believing for a second that you're older." Namjoon says, mirroring Jungkook's stance. "So I think I speak for everyone when I say, call us hyung."

A massive shiver makes Jungkook whole body move and he widens his eyes. He stares at the six men infront of him and then watches how goosebumps form over his entire arm.

What was that? What was that weird feeling causing his whole body to freeze? He's never had something like this before.

Jungkook continues to stand in silence and ponder, not realising there are other people in the room whom he is currently ignoring. When an unexpected hand is placed on his shoulder, the same shiver returns but twice as bad.

This must be their doing, this must mean something. Is he doing something wrong or doing something right? To which person is this feeling aimed and who caused it.

There is more that Jungkook didn't get when arriving at earth except proper clothes and the ability to speak, so he lifts his head up and gives everybody a good look.

"Who here has a hyung kink?"

He also didn't come with the ability to feel shame.

No one answers.

Jungkook lifts an eyebrow and stares the group down. Everybody looks at Taehyung who holds up his hands. "Not me this time."

When it doesn't look like anyone is willing to answer, Jungkook just shrugs it off and tells himself he'll find out another time. Before anything else, he needs to set a few things straight. He tilts his head like a curious puppy and points at Hoseok and Jin.

"Are you guys going to live with us?"

A loud cough almost interrups the boy and Jimin jumps forward. "Why are you inviting people to live in a house that isn't yours? Besides, I don't think Mr. Kim and his trophy wife don't want to stay in this dump when they got a castle waiting on them.", the man says mockingly.

"This trophy wife can kick your ass anyday munchkin." Hoseok spits back, crossing his arms. "And for your information, half that money is mine."

"So you didn't sign for a prenup?"

"Oh, shut your fucking trap, worthless scum. Who says I even want to live here in the first place?"

"Who says we want you here? The kid invited you, it's not like he has any say in any of this!"

A breath in. Silence follows. A breath out.

When everybody opens their eyes, Jungkook is holding Hoseok and Jimin's hand with each of his. He squeezes them slightly and smiles, interlocking his fingers with the other.

"Let's try this again, okay?"