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They'd started off in the middle of the mall, only meandering around the food court, buying some simple stuff here and there. Jimin had said he was coming to cruise for some things to spice up his image for his sugar daddy, to which Yoongi legit just rolled his eyes. Jeongguk and Jimin had been together for a few months now, and seeing the blonde get so worked up around the kid made the elder want to gag. He'd never seen his best friend so... flustered.
It made him wonder what him and Hoseok had looked like to everyone else when they first started off. Thinking of his Daddy made him smile a little to himself. They must've been a little sickeningly sweet too, so he reminded himself to go easy on Jimin.
After several smoothies were bought and a few dollars were wasted on the arcade ("That blue bear is calling my name-- no, hyung, I don't think it's rigged, I can do it!"), the pair made their way around toward the clothing stores laid out down the hall. Yoongi had really only intended on buying a couple new shirts, maybe some shoes, but the younger insisted on exploring inside some other boutiques.
One of those happened to be one especially geared towards women.
"Uh, I don't think I need anything in he--" He started, gaze shifting to another shop, but the dancer shook his head. His smirk made Yoongi want to slink away.
"Oh please, hyung, can't we have just a little fun?" Soon enough, the blonde's hand was interwoven in his own, and Yoongi was dragged through the doorway, bright music and pastel decor practically shoved up his ass upon entering. "They won't even know! They'll probably just think we're shopping for our girlfriends or something."
Although reluctance was usually his strong point, Yoongi relented, nodding a little and suddenly feeling like he maybe should have stayed home with his Daddy today.
Hoseok had pitched the idea for them to go shopping himself, explaining that he had a lot of work to get done at the studio. Jimin was Yoongi's usual playmate, so it made sense for Hoseok to send a text to Jeongguk, recommending the two go out the next day.
...he could be cuddling with him right now, he thought at first, but then realized he'd be busy anyway.
His teeth dug into his bottom lip, and he finally looked around the store.
The walls were painted a pretty shade of lavendar, the opposite walls being a light yellow. Pink and white racks were placed all about the floor, which was checkered black and white, and when he looked up, he realized there were chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, the source for the dancing lights on the walls in certain corners. The music playing wasn't really his style-- he'd take Zico over upbeat pop almost any day-- but something, something soft, made him almost... Like it.
Jimin must've felt it too, because Yoongi looked over to see his whole cute little face lit up, eyes settling upon a rack on the right.
"Lookie, they've got lingerie, too!"
A yank of his hand had him following close behind the other. "Quiet down, I already wanna die as it is."
"Shut up, you know you're enjoying yourself."
And he hated it, but Jimin was starting to be right. Yoongi hadn't gone into littlespace since last Saturday, and being surrounded all of a sudden by bright colors and cute patterns all around was started to bring it on. A group of girls giggling in the corner interrupted his thoughts, and the fact that they were prettily-dressed didn't help him feel any less nervous that he was out of place.
Lucky for the little, an employee had pattered over to accost the dancer, who quickly let go of Yoongi's hand to gesture to the shelves, asking for a price on something or other. Taking his opportunity, he left them there to talk, and cut across the floor to another part of the boutique.
A jaunty girl group song came on, and Yoongi found himself in the far side of the store that had seemingly the girliest bits set up together. (Others would call it girly, at least.) Frilly skirts, platform heels, and glittery crop tops lined the shelves. On the rack to his left, a bunch of skirts hung up together, sorted by colors.
That was when he saw it.
A bright hanger holding a pastel pink skirt caught Yoongi's eye. Out of everything else around him, he didn't know why it was that skirt that did the trick, but it did.
The material was a soft denim that had been dyed pink, and when he lifted one side of it, he noticed it had built-in shorts underneath. That was probably a good thing-- the skirt was exceptionally short.
Honestly, why had he never let himself experiment with clothes like this before?
When he was little, he'd tried on plenty of his mother's shirts, ones that were big enough to fit on him like a dress. Back then, she'd laugh, along with his father. As time had passed, however, society's roles of how their defined genders we're 'meant' to dress soon had made their impact on the boy's mind.
Every once in a while, he'd see a girl walk past him in an outfit that he had the instinct to just acknowledge, if that; yet sometimes, he wished he could ask her where she'd gotten it, to tell her that it looked cute.
He'd never talked to Hoseok about it before, but whenever he cooed about how cute his baby boy was, how 'pretty' he looked whenever he was in one of his soft blue pajama shirts, he wanted to. His cheeks lit up a bright crimson, and he'd answer, "Thank you, Daddy."
...he could be pretty too.
As his fingers skimmed delicately over the soft, pleated pink, he let his mind wander: the material fitting snugly over his hips, outlining the curve of his cheeks, paired with a pair of white thigh-highs. He'd look and feel prettier than the girls he saw earlier in the corner, maybe.
But what would Daddy think of him wearing it?
The little knew he shouldn't feel shy about being himself around Hoseok. They'd been together for a little over a year now, and had been best friends for much longer than that. Yoongi had told him things he'd never told anyone before, and his Daddy had done the same, and they'd held each other just the same the night after. If need be, they'd pinky-promise not to tell anyone else such secrets. It had always been like that, and Yoongi would have it no other way.
So wearing something like this wouldn't be any different, right?
"That's so cute."
Jimin's voice startled him out of his imaginings, and Yoongi felt his face grow warm, swallowing hard as he set it back on the metal rack.
"I was just..." His eyes trailed off to the floor, soon busying themselves with another area, then another. "Looking."
Even though he couldn't see it, he knew Jimin was raising a brow at him. He just knew.
"If you like it, you should get it, you know. I think you'd look adorable in it." Yoongi looked up at that, feeling his small side brought to the surface even more. Jimin smiled at that, noticing, and tugged the skirt off the rack once more. "Get it."
Adorable?
Yoongi shifted from foot to foot, fingers itching to take it, before he felt his phone buzz. Reaching into his back pocket with a murmured "hold on", he turned on his screen to see a notification from his boyfriend.
'Having a good time, baby? Treat yourself a little!'
...Oh, fuck it.