Chapter 1: REQUESTS OPEN (5/3/21 00:00- 5/8/21 00:00 EST)
REQUESTS ARE OPEN FROM NOW, 5/3/21 00:00 UNTIL 5/8/21 00:00.
I have 4 more requests from the last batch of requests that will be posted during this week that requests are open and directly after, then I will begin working on these new requests.
A quick reminder of the rules:
No sexual age play, messing/scat/poop, vomiting, suicide/suicide attempts, double penetration, breathplay, pet play, female-recieving anal sex, gender-bend BTS/BP/TXT (male reader or !trans reader/nb reader is fine to request), ABO, fantasy/magic/religious AUs.
Requests must be BTS or !Reader focused. I do not write BP or TxT-centric stories.
I will not include any fandoms outside of BTS, BP, TXT.
Chapter 2: 402
"Can you please write a story where the reader has an Ed and is in middle space I think is what it’s called. She doesn’t want to eat so the boys are like you can’t leave the table until you finish your food. So the reader finished there food after a a lot of time of them begging and crying asking them not to make her do it. When the reader is no longer little and an adult one of the members pulls them to the side and is like I have and eating disorder too so let’s make a recovery pact and say that if you recover I’ll recover and if you relapse I can relapse. The reader agrees cause she wants him to get healthier"
**not part of the canon storyline**
Requests are OPEN until 5/8/21 00:00 EST.
You shook your head, pushing your plate away from you. "I don't want it," you complained. "I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten all day," Jimin shot back. "You need to eat."
"But I'm not hungry!" You tried again, slamming your fist on the table. "You can't make me!"
"Y/n," Yoongi said sternly. "Eat your food or you'll be punished. No TV for a week."
"No!" You crossed your arms over your chest.
"No phone, either," Namjoon threatened.
"I don't care!"
"You aren't leaving this table until you finish your food," Jungkook finally told you.
You felt tears welling up in your eyes; you knew the boys were serious. Your lower lip trembled as you begged them, "please. I don't want to eat. Please!"
Taehyung softened the slightest bit, reaching out to squeeze your shoulder. "Would you like something else to eat? We'll make you something different as long as you aren't being bratty."
You sniffled and shook your head, wiping your nose on your sleeve. "I don't wanna eat anything. Please don't make me."
Seokjin sighed and pushed your plate back towards you. "You need to eat, honey, I'm sorry."
When you still refused to touch your chopsticks, Hoseok shook his head at you. "We'll sit here all night, young lady. Your choice."
You ended up choking down the food through tears, with Taehyung rubbing your back and Seokjin wiping your tears. You whimpered when the meal was finally through, running up the stairs and slamming your bedroom door.
"I hate you! You're all so mean!"
It wasn't until the next day that Yoongi pulled you aside, into his bedroom. "You know," he said quietly, picking at his nails. "I struggle with it, too."
"With what, oppa?" You asked gently.
Your words caught in your throat, and you felt tears springing into your eyes. "I don't know what you're-"
"You do," Yoongi said simply, taking you by the wrist and pulling you to sit next to him. "It wasn't about being a brat yesterday. I could tell that you were struggling with something inside your head."
You finally nodded, swallowing your tears. "I wasn't trying to be a brat."
"I know," Yoongi murmured, fingers lacing with yours. "Can we make a deal?"
You stared at him blankly, shrugging.
"We get better together," Yoongi proposed. "When you eat, I eat. When you don't, I don't."
You swallowed thickly. "If I relapse?" You whispered.
"Then I will, too," he answered simply.
"I care about you," Yoongi whispered. "So, so much. And I know you care about me. I want us to both get better, together."
"I don't want you to relapse," you whispered brokenly.
"Then we both won't," Yoongi promised. He let go of your hand in favor of holding out his pinky to you. "Deal?"
You took his pinky with yours, hand shaking, and nodded. "We'll both get better, oppa."
And sure enough, you did.
Chapter 3: 403
"They all watch porn together to try and have a kinky night but it just turns into them not being able to find one they can all agree on. They all have something to nit-pick about and they just end up having fun with/making fun of each other. In the end, they make their own!!!"
"not really a promp but more like a question/idea 👀 since mc has a daddy kink, do you think any of the guys would? *leaves*"
"So we know about some of their kinks but not all of them got to see it until now. So I would like for Y/N and Jungkook to show off the daddy kink, for Jimin to get spanked (by Namjoon and Jin please), for Tae to end up wetting himself (he held before the session) while being fingered by Hoseok that tells him he is really good at squirting (as it'svery obvious that it turns him on very much), for Yoongi to use his wonderful tongue on his one and only Hyung .... I just want them to show off how kinky they really are."
All those tags I just added? They are for this chapter. It be nasty. Please read the tags and prompt before reading. There is a lot going on here.
Requests are OPEN until 5/8/21 00:00 EST.
Taehyung huffed, leaning forward and complaining, "can we please just pick something already?"
Jimin snorted, scrolling through the PornHub search results at an even slower pace. "Why, baby? Feeling impatient?"
Taehyung groaned, bouncing his legs in succession. "I've been holding it all day, please."
Jimin finally clicked on another video, only to be met with Seokjin's disapproving tut. "Min, you know I don't like fake boobs."
Jungkook chimed in, "and I don't like that style pubic hair."
Namjoon shook his head, grabbing the remote from Jimin. "Every single video, someone has a problem with. Can't we just agree on something?"
"Yeah, before I piss myself," Taehyung whined.
Yoongi smiled at him, rubbing his hand over his thigh soothingly. "Just hold it a little longer, jagi. Unless you'd rather come get my lap nice and wet?"
Taehyung opened his mouth to protest, but then Namjoon clicked on another video.
"I don't like the angle," you protested.
"I don't like his haircut," Hoseok added.
"Oh my god," Taehyung whimpered, grinding himself down onto the couch. "If someone doesn't touch me in five fucking seconds, this couch is going to be covered in piss."
"What if," Seokjin suggested. "We just make our own porno, hmm? Since we can't seem to agree on anything."
"That's a good idea," Jungkook chimed in.
"Maybe we can pair off and each fuck around with something different," Jimin said.
Yoongi was the first to nod, grabbing Seokjin's hand. "Wanna show you my tongue technology, hyung."
"I want to record you begging Daddy to be touched," Jungkook teased you.
"I'm good at making girls squirt," Hoseok mused. "Maybe I'll make you squirt, too, Tae," he added with a grin.
"I wanna spank you, Min," Namjoon whispered, brushing back Jimin's hair. "Wanna spank you while you make me come."
As Seokjin set up his phone camera, Hoseok was already pulling Taehyung's clothes off him impatiently. "Wouldn't want these to get soaked, hmm?" He teased as he undid his jeans, making Taehyung blush bright red.
"You gonna be good for me, Min? Gonna take all your spankings?" Namjoon asked.
Jimin nodded eagerly, reaching for Namjoon's pants. "Can I suck you while you spank me?"
Namjoon ran his fingers through Jimin's hair and nodded. "Of course you can, jagiya."
Jungkook was already kissing down your neck, sucking a bruise into the junction between your throat and collarbone. "Daddy's gonna make you feel so good, baby."
"Please, Daddy," you whined.
Once Seokjin had his phone set up to record, Yoongi pulled him over near Namjoon and Jimin. "So you can spank Jiminie, too," he explained softly as the smack of Namjoon's hand against Jimin's bare bottom cracked through the air.
"What a good idea, Yoongs," Seokjin praised him, delivering his own smack to Jimin's ass as Yoongi tugged down his pants.
"H-hyung," Taehyung whined, rocking his hips back against Hoseok's fingers. "I have to go so bad."
Hoseok smirked and pumped his fingers even harder, relishing in the way Taehyung shuddered, tensing and trying to hold in his piss. "Gonna make a mess on the floor? Can't hold it for hyung?"
Taehyung shook his head adamantly, reaching down to give himself a squeeze. "Go-gonna hold it for you, hyung."
"You're so wet, baby girl," Jungkook murmured as he teased you with his tongue, licking kitten-like around your clit. But never quite on it.
"Please, Daddy," you whined. "Da-"
You all were shocked at the sound of Jimin's voice, broken and begging as Seokjin and Namjoon took turns smacking his ass. His voice was muffled from Namjoon's cock in his mouth, but you heard him clearly.
"Oh, fuck," Namjoon groaned. "Gonna make me come calling me that, Min."
"Want you to come, Daddy," he moaned around his cock. "Please spank me more, Daddy," he added, directing his gaze at Seokjin.
"Jesus," Seokjin groaned, tangling his fingers in Yoongi's hair as he slapped Jimin's ass with his other hand. "Yoongi, your mouth feels so good, baby. You feel so good."
"Want you to come, too, hyung. With Joonie," Yoongi mumbled around his cock.
"Fuck; can't hold it, Tae?" Hoseok asked as a spurt of piss dribbled onto the floor. "Gonna squirt for me?"
Taehyung trembled as another spurt escaped, jetting onto the hardwood floor. He whimpered out a quiet, "please, hyung. Have to go."
"No one's stopping you, darling," Hoseok teased him.
"Please," you begged as you watched Taehyung struggle, Jungkook's tongue finally, finally circling you where you needed it. "Fuck me, Daddy. Need you inside."
"Ask me nicely, kitten," he murmured into your folds.
"Please fuck me. Pretty please, Daddy."
Jungkook smirked and crawled out from between your legs just as Seokjin started moaning, his hands fisting Yoongi's hair.
"Yoongi, baby, get off, I'm gonna-"
But Yoongi only sucked harder, cheeks hollowing as he sank down even further to push Seokjin over the edge.
"Shit," Seokjin gasped, hips twitching as he came down Yoongi's throat. "You did so good, Yoongs."
Jimin whimpered, wiggling his forgotten ass until Namjoon chuckled and spanked him again. "I'm close, too, Min. Can you make Daddy come?"
Jimin nodded with a mewl, doubling his efforts as Namjoon started wailing on his ass, hands leaving red marks in their wake.
"G-gonna come, too, Daddy," he whined brokenly.
"Hobi-hyung," Taehyung had tears running down his cheeks by then, dribbles falling from his dick into the tiny puddle underneath him. "Please. Please, please, please."
Hoseok added a third finger and started kissing up Taehyung's spine. "Go ahead, Taehyungie. Squirt for me. Make a big mess."
Taehyung shuddered as he let go, a torrent spraying from his cock onto the floor. Hoseok continued pumping his ass through it, his free hand reaching around to massage his bladder.
"Oh, babe, there's so much. There we go. Let it all out."
Taehyung whimpered as he emptied himself, legs shaking as the puddle grew bigger and bigger.
"Daddy," you gasped with each sharp thrust of Jungkook's hips. "Gonna come, I'm gonna come."
"I didn't give you permission for that, though, did I?"
You shook your head, desperately trying to hold back. "Please, need it. Please, Daddy."
As soon as Namjoon came down Jimin's throat, he pulled out of his mouth roughly and shoved him towards Yoongi.
"You're both so hard," he purred. "Look how badly you need to come."
"Go ahead, make each other come," Seokjin purred as he and Namjoon began to spank Jimin again.
Obediently, Yoongi wrapped his hands around both their cocks so they could grind against each other and his hands, creating a delicious friction.
"Harder," Taehyung was begging, Hoseok's dick buried deep in his ass. "Gonna make me come, hyung."
"Yeah?" Hoseok asked, canting his hips faster. "Gonna squirt again for hyung?"
"Go ahead, babe," Jungkook finally gave you permission. "Let's come together. Wanna come with Daddy?"
Your body decided for you as Jungkook spilled deep inside, your own muscles twitching as you came from the sensation.
"Daddy… so good…"
"M'coming," Jimin whimpered, resting his head on Yoongi's shoulder. "Please, don't stop."
"Coming, too," Yoongi gritted out as his cock throbbed, spilling all over his hands and their cocks.
Jimin followed seconds after, still getting his ass slapped by Namjoon and Seokjin.
Finally, Taehyung gasped, adding his come to the mess he had made on the floor. As soon as he sagged against the floor, Hoseok pulled out and painted his back white, panting the whole time.
Lazily, Seokjin grabbed his phone and turned the recording off. "That was wild," he said with a smile.
"So good," Jimin murmured. He was tangled in Yoongi and Namjoon's arms, being cuddled and pet gently by them both.
From Jungkook's lap, you added, "I really enjoyed it."
"You okay, Tae?" Hoseok asked, kissing his cheek and moving him out of his mess.
Taehyung nodded, yawning. "Bath, please."
"You small, honey?" Seokjin asked gently.
Taehyung shook his head, leaning against Hoseok. "Might be soon, though. M'sleepy and fuzzy."
Namjoon chuckled and suggested, "I think we could all use a bath or a shower. Then we'll order some dinner. How does that sound?"
Jungkook smiled and kissed your hair. "Sounds perfect, hyung."
Chapter 4: REQUESTS CLOSED (5/8/21 00:00)
I forgot to close requests last night as I was at my bachelorette party. But I am remembering now! I usually don't drink but I am a bit hungover and have to go to work, so I'm gonna try and rest a bit and will go through all the requests and comments that were left yesterday and overnight as soon as I am able to. Thank you for submitting such great requests!
Chapter 5: 405
"A chapter maybe where the mc either gets scared or overwhelmed by something so she locks herself in the bathroom upstairs (which of course is against the rules) and curls up in the bathtub and the boys at first just knock on the door and politely ask her to open it but then they get sterner with her when she refuses - telling her that if she makes them go find the key she'll be in even bigger trouble. This makes her get out of the tub and go to the door but while she was in there - from being either so scared or overwhelmed it made her regress even further so that now she's too little to figure out how to unlock the door so the boys have to sort of walk her through it and then once she unlocks the door - they give her a small lecture about how that's why she's not supposed to lock doors and then just some fluff at the end"
Requests are currently: Closed.
(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)
"Dada, no!" You screeched and covered your eyes, hiding from the screen as Namjoon fumbled to turn the TV off.
"Honey, I'm so sorry-"
"Baby, don't cry-"
The boys all tried to smother you with affection as soon as the TV went blank, but you were still very scared and it was overwhelming.
"No, no, no!" You whined and pulled away from them and ran across the room, eyeing the staircase. You didn't want to feel overwhelmed anymore, you just wanted to be alone.
Before you could change your mind, you were running upstairs and locking yourself in the bathroom. Your breathing evened out a bit once you were away from the scary TV and the overwhelmed feeling. You curled up in the bathtub, the cool feeling of the tile against your skin calming you even more.
"Baby girl," Yoongi called out, knocking softly. "Can you let us in, please?"
You didn't answer, curling further into yourself.
"Angel," Taehyung tried next. "We miss you, hmm?"
"We want to see our little girl," Hoseok added; you could tell he was pouting by the sound of his voice.
"No," you managed, voice trembling.
"Lovie," Jungkook's voice was a bit firmer. "You need to open the door."
"There's no locking doors when you're little and you know that," Seokjin added.
"No!" You still argued.
"Young lady," Jimin said, and uh oh, you must be in trouble. "If you make us go get the key, you're going to be in big, big trouble."
You stood on doe legs and climbed out of the tub, barely able to keep your balance. "Daddies," you mumbled, fingers shoved in your mouth as you toddled to the door.
"Yes, pretty, we're right here," Namjoon cooed. "You just need to open the door."
"Twouble?" You asked.
"You won't be in trouble if you let us in," Taehyung assured you.
You fiddled with the handle with your now-spit covered hand, only managing to slide the handle a tiny bit.
"Open," you mumbled.
"You need to unlock it first, honey," Yoongi reminded you. "Can you do that for us?"
You tried the handle again, letting out a frustrated whine when it still didn't open. "Open!" You demanded it again.
"I think she's too little to open it, hyung," Jimin was mumbling.
"Sweetie pie," Seokjin cooed gently. "Can you do what Da says? Can Da help you open the door?"
"Open, Da!" You agreed.
"Good girl," he praised you. Do you see that little circle with a line on it? It should be sticking out of the door handle."
"I need you to pinch it with your fingers and turn it to the side. Go ahead, baby."
You reached out and tried to do as you were told, but the little circle wouldn't turn! You huffed, getting annoyed.
Someone tried the door handle again, realizing that it was still locked.
"Lovie, try turning it the other way," Hoseok suggested.
You did as you were told, gasping as you heard the lock click. You did it!
"Open, Da!" You giggled.
Within seconds, the door flew open and Namjoon pulled you into his arms. "There's our girl," he murmured. "We were so lonely without you."
Yoongi pet your hair and added, "no more locking doors, doll. Okay? That was very dangerous."
"Dane-ber-us," you agreed as Jungkook kissed your cheek.
Hoseok chuckled and nodded. "We're so sorry we scared you with the TV, sweetie. And we didn't mean to overwhelm you after."
You nodded, unable to repeat all the big words your Baba was using. Gently, Taehyung prodded at your lips with a pacifier.
"No sucking on your fingers, angel," he chided you.
When the boys carried you back downstairs, there was a much nicer movie on the TV.
"Nemo!" You giggled, splaying out over the boys on the couch.
"That's right!" Seokjin said. "Only nice movies for our sweet baby girl."
"Nice moobie!" She repeated.
"We love you, sweetheart," Jimin reminded you, pulling you close and kissing your hair.
You stayed very very small for the rest of the afternoon, suckling on your pacifier and watching lovely movies while cuddling your daddies close.
Just so you know, chapters are going to be very sparse for the next month or so. My wedding is just 3 weeks away and then I will be going on a honeymoon. I have a lot of things to do in preparation of these two events, so I won't have much time to write until afterwards.
Chapter 6: 406
"A playground date with the other littles, where JK is the guardian. But that morning baby was being a brat, being fussy about her clothes, food, not wanting to see her friends. But her daddies encouraged her to go, saying it's not nice to bail on her friends cause they made a date already. Baby ends up yelling and getting some spankies. So they end up going, but baby is grumpy the whole time and don't want to speak to her daddy. When they arrive, baby is still grumpy even with her friends, but she eventually warmed up to them but still mad at her daddy. So when he told her not to ride on the tall slides or climb the high up spider web structure, she goes and does them to spite him. And then she fell accidentally and wailed for her daddy. JK got worried and wanted to scold her but he couldn't stand seeing his baby crying while clutching her knee. So he comforted her and kissed her boo boos like he always does and promised to do. And baby apologised to him and all her daddies at home. Fluff 💜"
"You have to eat, baby. You need lots of energy to play with all your friends, hmm?" Taehyung tried to guide your fork back to your mouth, only to have you turn your face away.
"Don't wanna play with them," you argued. "Don't wanna go."
"Well, you made plans to hang out with everyone today," Namjoon reminded you. "It wouldn't be very nice to cancel."
"Don't care," you grumbled.
Jungkook had enough, and he grabbed the fork from Taehyung. "You're going to eat your pancakes, and then we're going to get you dressed. It isn't up for discussion."
"Mean, rotten Daddy," you huffed, kicking your feet and crossing your arms as Jungkook fed you.
Jungkook gave you a stern look, but let your attitude slide for the time being.
Upstairs in your room, every outfit that Jungkook picked out for you, you found a problem with.
"That one's itchy."
"I don't like green anymore."
"It's too cold for that."
Jungkook finally sighed and told you, "you can pick out what you would like to wear, then." He gestured at your dresser. "There you go, honey."
You shook your head. "No wanna wear anything. Wanna stay home and stay in my jammies."
"We already discussed this, little one. You can't bail on your friends. Now, pick out an outfit or I'll pick one out for you. It's up to you."
"Stupid, meanie, dumb Daddy!" You screeched, stomping your foot.
Jungkook's jaw twitched as he reached for you, and that's when you realized uh oh, you had crossed the line. Calmly, Jungkook laid you over his knees and started spanking you.
"You're getting spanked for not cooperating all morning and for talking back to me. You will not call your daddies names, that isn't nice."
You whimpered as Jungkook finally stopped spanking you, pulling you into his lap and trying to comfort you. But you didn't want his mean, stupid Daddy cuddles! He was the big jerk that spanked you, after all. So you pulled away with a huff and a puff and started pulling on your clothes.
When you arrived at the park, after an awkward, silent car ride, Jungkook pointed at the giant spider web rope in the center of the park, and the two tall, tall slides.
"You're too little to go on those, baby, okay? Only go on the smaller jungle gyms or you might get hurt."
You only shrugged noncommittally.
"Can Daddy have a hug?" He asked quietly. "Can we make up now?"
You shook your head and stalked away from him, over to your friends.
"Y/n!" Haru greeted you. "We playing tag."
"Go ahead," you huffed. "No wanna play."
"Wanna play something else?" Hanabi offered. "We can play on the slides!"
You shook your head, your eyes training on the spider web ropes. After glancing at Jungkook and confirming that he was distracted talking to the other caregivers, you smiled.
"No slides. I'm gonna climb that!"
"B-but-" Soobin tried to protest, but you ignored him and walked over to the web.
You thought you were a big girl, and you started climbing the big rope structure to spite your stupid, mean Daddy. However, a few rungs up, your left foot got caught as you tried to climb up to the next level. Your right foot missed its mark, and in your panic, you let go of the ropes and went crashing down to the ground.
Jungkook's head shot up at the sound of his baby calling for him, rushing to his feet at the sight of you sobbing, clutching your knee as your friends gathered around you.
"That's why you shouldn't have-" Jungkook trailed off as he got closer, his heart clenching as he watched you cry. "Baby," he mumbled, pulling you into his arms. "Let Daddy see."
Hesitantly, you exposed your scraped knee, and Jungkook wasted no time leaning down and pressing a barrage of kisses to it. "All better, my love. Daddy kissed it all better, hmm?"
"M'sorry, Daddy," you whispered, clinging to his shirt desperately. "Sorry for climbing when you told me no an' sorry for bein' a brat an' sorry for calling you names!"
"You're forgiven, angel," Jungkook cooed, wiping away each of your years gently. "It's okay, honey, I accept your apology."
"Home," you croaked in his arms. "Please."
"We'll go home, sweetheart. Daddy will take you home."
By the time you had said goodbye to your friends (after apologizing to them as well) and driven home, you had calmed down and your boo boos didn't hurt anymore.
"Wan' 'pologize to Dada an' Tou-san, too."
"Of course, little love," Jungkook murmured, kissing your cheek as he kicked the door shut behind you.
He carried you into the living room, where Namjoon and Taehyung were cuddled close on the couch.
"Home so soon?" Namjoon asked with raised eyebrows, assuming you had been acting up.
Jungkook nodded. "Baby took a tumble off the rope climb. Daddy kissed it all better though, yeah?"
You nodded. "I sorry, Dada. I sorry, Tou-san. Wasn't nice this morning."
"Thank you for apologizing, darling," Taehyung murmured, holding his arms out for you. You ended up sandwiched in between their embrace, cozy.
"What a nice thing to do, apologizing like that," Namjoon cooed. "Such a good girl."
"M'good?" You asked.
"The best." Namjoon punctuated the statement with a firm kiss to your cheek.
"We love you so much, princess," Jungkook told you from the other couch.
"Love daddies too," you murmured. "Love you all lots."
And for the rest of the afternoon, you cuddled with your daddies and watched movies, eating lots of snacks. Your bratty behavior was forgotten; you were your daddies good little girl once again.
I'll begin working on the next round of requests that I received now! Please be patient as my wedding is approaching and I am busy as heck doing things for it.
Chapter 7: 407
"Could you maybe do a chapter post Yoongi’s shoulder surgery where his shoulder starts acting up and he slips into little space as a result. And the whole time he’s just in immense amounts of pain and he’s just crying, needing constant physical affection, the others keep trying to cheer him up with toys, cartoons and the sorts but he’s just too miserable. So they try to get him to sleep but he can’t because his shoulder just hurts too much, and it just breaks the others’ hearts to see him like this because he very rarely expresses how painful his shoulder is when he’s big, so when he’s little…"
Requests are currently: closed.
Yoongi's lower lip trembled as he tried to make it through the dance, his movements stiff as an ache throbbed in his shoulder. He messed up, tears welling up in his eyes, but he tried to press on. Tried to stay a big boy, and shove down the pain. Shove down his emotions.
"Stop!" Hoseok shouted, and the choreographer obediently stopped the music. "Hyung, you keep messing that part up."
Yoongi shrunk away from him, the pain in his shoulder feeling worse by the second. He whimpered as he clutched it with his hand, willing the pain away.
"Your shoulder," Jungkook rushed to him. "Is it acting up again? Did you overdo it, hyung?"
Yoongi broke at Jungkook's concern, tears slipping down his cheeks as he nodded. "Too much, Daddy," he cried. "Danced too much!"
"Oh, kitten," Namjoon cooed. "It's okay, daddies will make it all better."
Yoongi winced as Taehyung picked him up, trying his best to be mindful of Yoongi's healing injury. "We're gonna take you right home, love," he promised. "We'll get you feeling better in no time."
But that wasn't the case. Even after having pain medicine and applying both ice and heat to Yoongi's shoulder, the boy was still in pain.
"Da," he whined. "Hurts."
"I know, buttercup," Seokjin murmured, rocking Yoongi in his lap. "I'm so sorry we didn't notice sooner, baby."
"What can we do to distract you, honey?" Jimin asked. "Do you want to play with your toys?"
Yoongi shook his head. "Can't play."
"Okay, sweetie. What about a movie?" Hoseok asked.
Yoongi shrugged, the movement making his face crumple again. "Ouch!" Tears started falling down his cheeks again.
"Oh, Yoongs," Namjoon sighed, holding out his arms. "Come here, my brave boy."
"Not brave," Yoongi cried, burying his face in Namjoon's neck. "Hurts, hurts!"
"I know, baby," Jungkook said sadly. "We would do anything to make it all go away."
"Dada," Yoongi whined, nuzzling impossibly closer. "Please, please."
"What do you need, prince? Dada will do anything for his baby boy."
"Hugs," Yoongi whimpered.
Namjoon pulled him closer (he had been cuddling him extra carefully so that he wouldn't cause the little more pain). "How's that, little one?"
"B-bettaw," Yoongi whispered. "Still hurts."
"Look at the TV, pumpkin!" Taehyung cooed. "It's Sagwa, your favorite!"
Yoongi shook his head, crying harder against Namjoon's skin.
"Are you tired, little love?" Jimin asked. "Why don't we try and get some sleep?"
Yoongi didn't answer at all, so Hoseok reached out for him. "I'll take him upstairs."
But upstairs, Yoongi just continued to cry.
"Little one, I hate seeing you like this." Hoseok's own emotions were getting the best of him, a few tears leaking down his cheeks. "Baba hates seeing his baby hurting."
"No cry, Baba," Yoongi wailed.
By then, you had gotten home, and rushed into Yoongi's room at the sound of the crying.
"Oh, Yoongi, love. And oppa!" You rushed over to them and started giving Yoongi kisses while you thumbed away Hoseok's tears. "It's okay. Everything's okay."
"Oh, hyung." Jimin had followed you into the room, and he snuggled up to Hoseok to try and comfort him. "Don't get upset."
By then, all the boys had gathered into the room. They each tried their best to comfort Yoongi (Hoseok had calmed down after a good cry), giving him lots of hugs and kisses.
"We love you so much, Yoongichi," Seokjin told him. "I know we can't make the ouchies go away, but we'll always be here to comfort you, yes?"
Yoongi nodded. "Comfowt, Da."
"That's right, smart boy," Taehyung praised him. "We're here to comfort our kitten."
Eventually, Yoongi did fall asleep. He looked much more peaceful, and you were all grateful that he managed to get some rest and spend a few hours out of pain. In the morning when he was big, however? You all scolded him gently for overworking himself after such a big surgery. And, a bit begrudgingly, he let you baby him while he was big, too.
Chapter 8: Anon Commenting Off
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Anon commenting is off again! I don't have time to be sifting through some of the nasty people hiding behind anon so they don't get reported, or the spam that people drop on every fic they see with anon comments up. So unfortunately, I'm going to need you to go through the process of getting an ao3 invite if you would like to participate in the next round of requests (which won't be for a while, so you have the time to get the invite, don't worry).
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"I'd love to see a little Hobi and how he slipped for the first time. Like, maybe he was super stressed about a dance move that he couldn't get quite right, or he's just feeling the pressure of being both the dance leader and the second leader of the group and when he gets home he sees little MC's toys on the floor and he starts feeling floaty and wishing he could play with them and not have any responsibilities and he slips. One of the guys, or big MC, come downstairs and find him playing with the toys and sucking his thumb and they of course fawn over him and become an immediate caregiver, calling him cute and adorable and playing with him."
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"You did good today, Hobi," the choreographer smiled at him, but Hoseok knew it wasn't real.
He had fucked up. Over and over again, the same move. How could he help the other boys, being a good dance leader, when he couldn't even get it right? He kicked the wall in frustration before deciding to head home.
The dorm seemed empty; quiet. Your toys were strewn about in the living room, a clear sign that someone had been little recently. Hoseok toed off his shoes and stared longingly at a coloring book.
Grown ups colored to relax, didn't they? They even marketed adult coloring books. Surely coloring in a child's book would be relaxing, just the same.
The room seemed much bigger as he sat down with the coloring book, beginning to color in a butterfly purple. He felt his chest tighten with anxiety, and he reached for something to comfort him. The nearest object was a pink panda stuffie, and he relaxed with it in his arms.
Before he knew it, Hoseok had finished his butterfly picture! With one hand pressing his thumb to his mouth and the other holding a green crayon, he pouted. Was anyone going to tell him that he colored well?
"Hyung, I didn't know you were…"
Once Namjoon's vision shifted from Hoseok's sneakers to the boy himself, his face softened. He knelt down next to Hoseok without hesitation, pointing at the picture.
"Did you color this in all by yourself?"
Hoseok nodded, still sucking on his thumb.
"Wow!" Namjoon ruffled his hair and grinned. "It's so pretty, Hobi, you did such a good job!"
Hoseok looked at him with doe eyes, beaming. "Hobi good?"
"Of course," Namjoon cooed. "Hobi is so, so good." Namjoon reached over and grabbed a blue pacifier from the coffee table, pressing it to Hoseok's lips. "How about this instead of your thumb, baby?"
Hoseok opened for it without question, humming as he sucked.
"Is that okay?" Namjoon ask softy. "Can I take care of you? Call you nice things and play with you?"
Hoseok nodded, crashing against Namjoon for a hug. "Wan' you to take care of me. Wan' play an' get nice things."
Namjoon squeezed him tight and kissed the top of his head. "You can have whatever you want, darling. You're just so sweet. Do you like hugs and kisses, little one?"
Hoseok grinned. "Yes, please, Dada." Hoseok blushed and asked, "s'okay? Can call you Dada?"
Namjoon pressed another kiss to his hair. "You can call me whatever you're comfortable with, my dear. Now, what do you want to play, hmm?"
Hoseok crawled out of Namjoon's embrace and grabbed a nearby action figure. "Play heroes with Dada!"
Namjoon was absolutely smitten with little Hoseok. All afternoon they played action figures and robots and Legos, until Hoseok was tuckered out, half asleep in Namjoon's lap.
"You're so cute, Hobi. You sleepy, baby boy?" He asked, brushing back his hair.
"Mm…" Hoseok gave a weak squeeze and nodded. "Sleepy. Wan' sleep."
"I'll tuck you in, little love, don't you worry."
Hoseok was asleep before his head hit the pillow, safe and comfortable in Namjoon's arms. In fact, he couldn't even remember what he had been stressed about before. His Dada had made everything all better, and Hoseok knew that he always would.
Chapter 10: Poll
Let's do a fun poll that @StrawberrieOats commented. Question is in the main text; feel free to answer in the comments.
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"Random question to the people who read these kind of fics: are you a little or cg or do you just like these kind of fics? Genuinely curious because it just occurred to me that not everyone reading this is probably a little or cg and I wondered how many actually are."
Chapter 11: 411
"Taekook day, TaeTae isn't feeling very well though."
Jungkook rubbed Taehyung's back in slow circles, shushing the baby when he would start to whimper.
"My little prince, the medicine isn't working?"
Taehyung shook his head sadly, tears brimming in his eyes. "W-wanted to have fun day a-alone wiff Daddy… too sick though."
"Oh, love," Jungkook thumbed his tears away with his free hand before kissing each of his cheeks. "I'm sorry you aren't feeling well, but Daddy is grateful to have alone time with you no matter what. You know that?"
Taehyung sniffled, managing a small nod. "E-even if my nose is boogery?"
Jungkook chuckled and reached over to the end table for a tissue. "Even then," he promised, holding the tissue to Taehyung's nose. "Blow," he instructed.
Taehyung did, but even after using up three tissues, his nose was still stuffed. He whimpered and buried his face in Jungkook's neck.
Jungkook pressed the back of his hand to Taehyung's flushed face, making sure that his fever wasn't creeping dangerously higher. He kissed the little's hair and rocked him softly.
"Try and sleep, baby boy, hmm?"
But Taehyung just couldn't get comfy, even in his daddy's arms. He shifted and grumbled and whimpered, clutching the back of Jungkook's shirt.
"Throat hurts, Daddy."
Jungkook nodded. "I'll make you some special tea, how about that?"
Taehyung pouted. "Lemons and honey?" He asked.
Jungkook nodded. "I know it tastes icky, lovie, but it will help."
Taehyung clung to Jungkook as he carried him into the kitchen, setting the kettle on.
"What else can Daddy do for TaeTae, hmm?" He asked, bouncing his baby.
Taehyung shrugged and mumbled, "m'cold."
"Let's get you in a warmer onesie, then, hmm?"
Upstairs, Taehyung whined when he was set on the bed all alone for Jungkook to dig through his dresser.
"Daddy, gotta pee."
"You're wearing a diaper, sweetie," Jungkook reminded him. "Go ahead and Daddy will change you."
In addition to a warmer, footed onesie, Jungkook also took out changing supplies. He rubbed Taehyung's belly for a few moments before reaching for his onesie snaps.
"You finished, baby bear?"
Taehyung nodded and shut his eyes as his Daddy gently changed him. He was even colder now, all exposed, and he felt sleepy.
"All done, my little love," Jungkook cooed as he zipped up the pajamas. "Are you warmer now?"
Taehyung nodded sleepily. "Wan' nap," he said with a yawn. "Throat hurts."
"Daddy's making you tea, remember? It'll help your throat and then maybe you can sleep."
Jungkook added lots and lots of honey to try and mask the taste of the lemon. Thankfully, Taehyung drank his bottle down without complaint, snuggled in Jungkook's arms.
"There we go," Jungkook murmured, popping the empty bottle from his mouth. Taehyung's eyes were already closed. "You get some rest, little bear."
For their next day alone, Taehyung hoped he would be feeling better. But it warmed him inside and out to know that his Daddy would always be there to take care of him, sick or not.
Butter has me absolutely SHOOK.
Chapter 12: 412
"I have a soft spot for lil Koo 🥺🥺 so maybe since he's only showed up twice, one where all them were little with teenage mc, and one at night with mc. I was thinking maybe JK is still veeery shy about being little around the hyungs, since he's always the daddy and thinks he must be mature. So maybe the hyungs try to encourage him but it doesn't work and only makes him a bit more stressed and when he goes to bed he ends up having an accident and cries making them aware. They take care of him and in the next morning he's still little and needs assurance that he can also be small and he's their cute maknae after all so. Jk gets smooched and cuddled the death out of him 🥺🥺🥺🥺"
Jungkook took his thumb out from between his teeth, where he had been biting at the calloused skin. "Hyung?" He croaked.
"You stressed?" Seokjin asked gently, reaching out to ruffle his hair.
Jungkook nodded hesitantly, leaning into the touch. "Kinda."
"Why don't you relax?" Hoseok asked. "Be little for us, hmm?"
"Daddies would love to take care of you," Jimin added sweetly.
Jungkook turned a bright shade of red at that, shaking his head. "Dunno if I can."
"Why not?" Yoongi asked, brow furrowing.
Jungkook shrugged. "M'embarrassed," he admitted softly. "I'm supposed to be a daddy, not-"
"Oh, Kook-ah, that's just not true," Taehyung said gently. "We all need to relax sometimes. Doesn't make us any less of a caregiver when we're big."
Jungkook shrugged again, almost despondent. His thumb was back in his mouth, probably near bleeding. Seokjin gingerly moved it away, instead holding Jungkook's hand in his lap.
"Can we help you?" Namjoon asked. "Maybe you can relax and be little if we ease you into it."
Jungkook trembled slightly; the thought of being a baby in front of his hyungs was terrifying when big. But, he really, really needed to relax. So he found himself nodding.
"Sweet boy," Seokjin cooed, pulling Jungkook into his lap. "Come here, hmm? Let Da cuddle you."
The cuddles felt really, really good… but he couldn't relax into them.
The kisses Hoseok pressed to his cheeks didn't make him giggle.
The cartoons Yoongi put on seemed silly.
The juice Taehyung gave him in a sippy cup was too sweet, and the cup felt too small in his hands.
The pacifier Namjoon stuck in his mouth was immediately spat out with shame.
When Jimin tried to dress him in comfy, little clothes, Jungkook refused.
He was even more on edge than when he'd first gotten home.
"Hyungs, I… it isn't working." He was so frustrated, he almost began to cry. "I'm just gonna go to bed, okay?"
"Jungkookie," Taehyung pouted, but he let Jungkook go. They all did.
In his room, Jungkook cried quietly by himself before falling into a fitful sleep.
Namjoon woke up to the sound of distant crying, and his caregiver instincts had him jumping out of bed immediately to see who had slipped and needed help.
"Kook-ah? Why are you crying?"
It didn't take more than five seconds after turning on the light to see that the boy had finally slipped. He was clutching a pillow tight like a makeshift stuffie, bawling loudly.
"Oh, baby boy, shh." Namjoon joined him on the bed after picking up a stuffed rabbit from the floor. He gently replaced the pillow in Jungkook's arms with it and pulled him into his arms the best he could with the blankets in the way. "Love, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?"
Jungkook shook his head.
"No?" Namjoon asked. "Were you afraid because you woke up alone? Was it too dark?"
He shook his head again and started crying even louder.
"What's going on?" Jimin asked from the doorway, rubbing his eyes.
"I don't know," Namjoon admitted. "I heard him crying and woke up, but he won't tell me why."
"Baby," Jimin tried to coax an answer out of him. "If you don't tell daddies what's wrong, how can we fix it?"
Jungkook hiccupped on a sob and blurted out, "wet! M'sorry. Didn't mean to."
Namjoon breathed a sigh of relief and kissed Jungkook's head. "Oh, prince, is that all? You don't have to apologize. It's okay, sweetheart."
"Just an accident," Jimin affirmed, ruffling his hair. "Can daddies help you clean up? You'll feel better when you're warm and dry, I bet."
Jungkook glanced between them nervously.
"It's okay, Jungkookie," Namjoon encouraged him. "We don't mind. But if you aren't comfy with that and you want to clean up by yourself, or have us wake up Tou-san, that's okay, too."
Jungkook shook his head. "Koo want Dada and Appa."
Jimin looked like he might actually die from how cute the maknae was.
It took some coaxing to get Jungkook into the bathroom, and even more coaxing to keep him from crying as Jimin gently cleaned him up.
"I'm gonna put a pull-up on you, darling," Jimin explained as he slid it up his legs. "Just in case you have to go again, alright?"
Jungkook looked about ready to burst into tears again before Namjoon distracted him by asking, "do you want to come sleep with Dada tonight?"
In the morning, the night was a bit of a blur to Jungkook. He woke up feeling small, smelling his Dada close to him. He nuzzled closer before realizing that he had to pee. That was when the events of the night started coming back to him.
He had to be a big boy! How could he let his da- his hyungs baby him last night?! He was a big boy. He was a daddy, not a baby!
"Where are you going, Kookie?" Namjoon asked, arms pulling him closer as he tried to crawl out of bed. "Are you big?"
He wasn't. As much as he wanted to convince himself that he was big, he was feeling absolutely tiny. He whimpered, trying to wiggle away.
Right. Seokjin had already been in Namjoon's bed already last night, so Jungkook had been sandwiched between his Da and Dada all night.
"I'm peeing," he all but wailed.
Namjoon let out a soft chuckle and kissed his hair. "That's fine, baby, just go. You're wearing a pull-up."
"Not a baby!" Jungkook argued, but the fact that he was still steadily wetting his pull-up proved otherwise. "Koo gotta be big!"
Seokjin pulled him close and assured him, "but you are a baby. Our sweet, precious little baby. Our adorable little maknae."
"You don't have to be big," Namjoon promised him, kissing his cheek. "You can be as little as you want."
Jungkook shook his head at that, though, nibbling on his lower lip.
Seokjin sighed and brushed back his hair. "How about we go see Tou-san and he can get you cleaned up, hmm?"
Jungkook didn't protest when Seokjin picked him right up. It felt really, really nice to be carried, actually.
"Sorry to interrupt," Seokjin chuckled. Tou-san and Papa had been kissing when they walked in; it made Jungkook blush.
"Are you little, Jungkook-ah?" Taehyung asked excitedly. "Come here," he cooed. "Come to Tou-san!"
Jungkook whimpered as Taehyung held him close, bouncing him. Yoongi ruffled his hair and pressed so, so many kisses to his cheeks.
"Our sweet little angel needs a change and some reassurance. I was thinking his Tou-san and Papa could help?" Seokjin explained.
Yoongi reached out and rubbed Jungkook's back, nodding. "Let's get you changed, sweetie."
Jungkook whimpered when Taehyung inevitably set him down, so Yoongi ended up having to change him while Taehyung cuddled and kissed him on the bed.
"Jungkookie," Yoongi tickled his tummy. "You're such a tiny baby," he told him. "So small and cute. We love you so much."
Jungkook looked at Taehyung to see if he agreed.
Taehyung nodded and kissed his baby's forehead. "We love taking care of you. We will always love taking care of you."
From the doorway, another voice. "Is our little Jungkookie feeling down?" Hoseok asked. "We can't have that, now, can we?"
Hoseok curled up on the other side of Jungkook, peppering kisses to his hair. When Jungkook began to whine, Yoongi pulling down his wet pull-up, his daddies shushed him.
"Shh, love, it's okay," Yoongi soothed him as he wiped him down. "You're just a baby. Papa's going to put a diaper on you, alright?"
Jungkook whined again and Taehyung assured him, "it's okay. Our Jungkookie is just a tiny little boy and we don't mind. Let us take care of you, okay?"
Jungkook didn't realize that he had become nonverbal until Hoseok kissed his cheek and murmured, "such a quiet little thing. Hasn't said a word since I've seen him."
It had been much longer than that though, hadn't it? Jungkook's mind turned to putty as Yoongi snapped a onesie on him, as Taehyung carried him downstairs. All his daddies seemed to think that him being little was okay. They all wanted to take turns feeding him.
When he got messy, hands and face covered in oatmeal, his daddies cooed at him, saying what a messy little baby he was, and cleaned him right up.
Jungkook got so many kisses, all over his whole face! Everyone wanted to play toys with him. He felt fuzzy. All he knew was that his mind felt empty and his heart felt full, spilling over with his daddies love.
Maybe, Jungkook didn't have to be big after all. His daddies all clearly thought he was the sweetest little baby in the world.
The wedding is 2 weeks away and I'm heckin nervous (for the wedding, not the marriage lol).
Chapter 13: 413
"Mc has a check up with her doctor who knows she's little, and she's really excited. They realise she has one of those innocent little kid crushes on her, only when she's little, so they think it's really cute."
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"Can we go, can we go?"
Hoseok raised his eyebrows. "You're excited to go to the doctor, little one?"
You nodded. "Wanna see Dr. Kim!"
Taehyung ruffled your hair and asked, "do you wanna be a doctor just like her when you grow up, baby?"
You shook your head. "Dr. Kim is the best doctor, right?"
"She sure is, doll," Yoongi agreed. "You look up to her?"
You shrugged. Is that what you were feeling? "I think so! My tummy feels funny when I see her. And my chest gets all tingly."
Seokjin smirked. "Oh yeah? What else, honey?"
"Uhmmmm… I like when she laughs. She's really pretty when she smiles."
Jungkook pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. "Do you feel that way when you're big, too, love?"
You shook your head. "Still think she's nice though, when I'm big."
Jungkook breathed a sigh of relief at that, and Jimin asked, "do you think you have a little crush on Dr. Kim?"
You turned pink up to your ears and shook your head. "Uh uh! Crushes yucky! Baby doesn't have any crushes on nobody!"
Namjoon snickered and pulled you into his lap. "Oh, no?" He asked, tickling your sides. "Not even your daddies? You don't wanna kiss us anymore?"
You squealed and wiggled in his arms, trying to escape. "W-wanna kiss daddies!"
Taehyung grabbed you next, continuing the tickle attack. "Oh, yeah? Sounds like baby has a crush on her daddies, then, too!"
You managed to get away from his wandering hands, only to be grabbed by Yoongi, next. Instead of tickling you, though, he started kissing your cheeks.
"Such a cute little baby!" He cooed. "It's okay to have crushes on us and Dr. Kim. You're so adorable."
Jungkook smooched your lips and your forehead before adding, "such an innocent little angel."
You giggled at all the kisses, shaking your head. "Daddies, stop it! Gonna be late to see Dr. Kim!"
"You're right, sweetheart," Seokjin humored you. "Let's get ready."
And if you were quiet and shy, with red cheeks, for the entire doctor visit? Well, your daddies were nice enough not to mention it.
*TW eating disorder*
I cannot even express how heartbroken I am at Jungkook so casually telling us that he didn't eat for five days for the music video. I am absolutely shocked. I hope that Bit Hit gets him the help and support that he needs. He said it so casually, like it was normal, and okay. But it is not. On top of his own health, he has a lot of ARMYs that are young and impressionable looking up to him. They may look at him saying that and think, "oh, I can try that too if I think I need to lose weight". I really do not have words right now.
Chapter 14: 414
Not a request... I just had some FEELINGS, okay?
*TW eating disorder*
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When the boys got home from filming their Vlive, you were still in tears on the couch.
"Baby, we're home~"
But Jimin's sing-song ceased immediately when they saw the state you were in, curled up on the couch, sobbing.
"Oh, sweetheart," Jungkook immediately knew the cause of your tears and pulled you into his lap. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I wasn't thinking; I never wanted you to know, ARMY to know, I-"
"That's bad, Daddy!" You screeched, clinging to him.
"I already gave Daddy a very stern talking-to, little one," Namjoon admitted. "So let's not make him feel worse, okay?"
You sniffled, looking up to see that Jungkook had red-rimmed eyes, the same as your own. "Daddy, we didn't notice. Didn't help. Why didn't Daddy ask for help?"
"It's hard, baby," Yoongi soothed you. "Isn't it?"
You nodded, fingers curling against Jungkook's shirt. "But Daddy-"
"Honey, Daddy really-"
Jungkook shook his head, cutting Taehyung off. "It's okay, sweetheart. You can tell Daddy how you're feeling."
Your lip trembled as you told him, "kn-know it's not Daddy's fault. But… What if… what if an ARMY said that? That they didn't eat for that long?"
Jungkook averted his eyes. "I would tell them that they need to eat, to be healthy."
"What if it was me, or Appa?"
Jungkook bit back tears. "I'm sorry, love. I haven't been a good role model for you, or Appa, or ARMY-"
You cut him off with a soft kiss. "It's not that, Daddy," you explained. "It's just that, the way you feel about us? That's how we feel about you."
Jungkook pulled you in tight and kissed the top of your head. "Sejin is going to get me help, baby. Okay? I'm gonna get better for you, and Appa, and all your other daddies. For ARMY, okay?"
"Daddy?" You placed a hand on each of his cheeks. "I love your cheeks. And I love you. I want you to be healthy."
Hoseok, quietly: "You gave me the best of me, so you'll give you the best of you."
You smiled and kissed Jungkook's lips. "So show me."
Jungkook kissed you back and promised, "I'll show you."
Chapter 15: 415
"Background story of Hanabi and Hwan!! Maybe throw in how Baby planned it all and pushed them together. And are Hanabi and Hwan dating?"
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"Hanabi, guess what!"
"My friend Hwan is coming to play with us! He's really nice."
Hanabi shrunk up as she always did at the promise of meeting new people; it was always an internal diatribe of, will they like me? Will they accept me?.
"Promise he's nice?" She asked.
You nodded. "Promise," you whispered, linking your pinkies. With a sly grin you added, "I think you'll really, really like him."
It had all been a part of the plan; you all but rubbed your hands together as your scheme fell into place. Hwan and Hanabi were playing together on the playground, and you were all but forgotten. But instead of feeling left out, you felt your chest swell with the sound of Hanabi's laughter as Hwan tickled her ribs.
"You planned this, didn't you?" Hoseok asked you.
You only shrugged.
"So that's why you wanted Hwan to join us so bad," Jimin chuckled.
"I just thought they would get along really good! Oppa doesn't have a little, and Hanabi doesn't have a Daddy…"
Seokjin kissed your head and assured you, "you did a nice thing, little matchmaker."
They grew more and more comfortable around each other, every time that you would hang out. Soon enough, Hanabi was sitting on Hwans lap during movies, playing with his hair. When it was naptime, she gave him a kiss on the cheek. It wasn't long before she was seeing him without you, the middleman, there.
"You… got these for me?" She asked, staring at the pile of toys and stuffies and clothes on Hwan's coffee table, on one of their many recent visits.
Hwan nodded. "I thought… in case you slip… that we should have stuff here for you."
Hanabi turned pink up to her ears. "Th-thank you, oppa," she murmured, running her fingers over a stuffed animal. "Uhm, but… I probably. Should tell you things," she mumbled. "Before you decide if you wanna get involved with me or not."
Hwan patted the spot next to him on the couch and assured her, "there's nothing you could ever say that would make me not want to get involved with you." Hanabi joined him on the leather sofa. "But, do your worst."
Hanabi managed a small smile and started fiddling with a hole in her jeans. "Uhm… I don't know if you are looking for a girlfriend as well as a little, but. If you are, I don't think I'm what you're looking for."
Hwan asked, "why's that?"
"You won't want to have sex with me," she blurted out.
"Well, it's a bit soon for that," Hwan murmured, reaching for her hand and threading their fingers together. "But I promise you, if and when that time comes, I will want to do whatever you'll allow me to, Hanabi."
She shook her head, inadvertently squeezing Hwan's fingers. "I don't have the right parts," she tried again.
Hwan shrugged. "Well, I'm looking for a girlfriend and a little, not shopping around for a new car. So I'm sure your parts are just fine, hon."
Frustrated, Hanabi groaned. "I have a dick, oppa!"
Hwan squeezed her hand gently. "I know," he answered calmly. "When y/n grilled me for an hour about whether I was bisexual or pan and then immediately insisted that I meet you, well… I kind of put two and two together."
Hanabi completely deflated at that, almost near tears. "You're not just saying that though? So you won't hurt my feelings?"
Hwan shook his head, letting go of Hanabi's hand in favor of wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're perfect just the way you are. I don't want to rush things, if you aren't ready. I just want you to know that I'm here for you, little or big. And I am very much interested in any type of relationship that you are open to."
It took some time, for that trust to flourish. For Hanabi to be really, truly comfortable with Hwan. With him seeing her as she was, both little and big. But soon enough? Hanabi could hardly remember her life without him.
"Daddy, look, I…" Hanabi clapped her hand over her mouth, looking down at the picture she'd wanted to show Hwan.
Hwan, however, knelt down and kissed her temple. "Show Daddy, sweetheart. What did you draw, hmm?"
"I drew us," she whispered, pointing. "Us when I'm big, on a date. And then us when I'm little, at the park."
Hwan smiled and pulled her into his lap. "It's beautiful, baby. It's going right on the fridge! Daddy wants to see it all the time."
Hanabi giggled and leaned back against him. She wasn't careful, or cautious. She didn't worry about what he may or may not feel on her body. She didn't have to. Because Hwan never acted like she was any different from any other girl.
"You're silly, Daddy."
Hwan shook his head and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "No, princess. I'm just really, really happy to hear you call me that."
And she meant it when she replied, "I'm really, really happy, too."
Chapter 16: 416
"I wanna see the reaction of the people to the announcement of Yoongi(i think?) and baby dating, please. Maybe BlackPink doing something to defend them from haters. Thank you."
"Hi, noonas, it's good to-"
The four girls pushed right past Jungkook and into the dorm, however.
"Where's the baby?" Jisoo asked the boys.
Lisa cut Seokjin off with a huff. "We just went on Vlive and told everyone that anyone who has a problem with Yoongi and her dating now have a problem with us, too!"
"Nobody is mean to our princess and gets away with it!" Jennie added.
You came barreling into the room, right into Rose's arms, asking, "mean it, unnies? Said that?"
Jisoo nodded. "We sure did. And we tweeted about it, too!"
"No one makes you cry and gets away with it," Rose said, hugging you close. "Anybody messes with you again and you tell unnies right away, okay?"
You giggled and nodded. "Unnies my protectors?"
"We sure are, darling," Lisa told you, ruffling your hair.
"You got a new number, right, baby girl?" Jennie asked, stealing you from Rose. "All new accounts?"
You nodded. "Grandpa and Sejin-oppa helped me!"
Jisoo smiled and kissed your cheek. "I'm glad, baby. And guess what! A lot of people are really, really happy for you. Anyone who isn't just isn't a true ARMY and you don't have to worry about them."
You nodded in agreement. "No worry! Unnies protect me from the haters!"
The girls finally seemed to realize all the boys gawking at your display, and blushed at their rude entrance.
"Uhm, hi," Rose chuckled nervously. "It's good to see you."
"Sorry for barging in like that," Lisa apologized sheepishly.
Yoongi only grinned and said, "as long as you're standing up for our little girl, you can barge in any time you want."
It's short but so am I. Also, why did Malaysia get a bts bag, purple nugget box, and purple cups, while the US got... the bag. And that's it. Photocards but only with the merch and one per ORDER, not item?! Wtf is this 🤬
Chapter 17: 417
"an idea came to me while watching in the soop yesterday. i dont know if you watched the episode where yoongi wakes up in the camper van (beginning of episode 4) and is all cute and sleepy, but if you can id love if you could write him going to sleep big, but waking up little and he realizes hes in the van all alone and its slightly dark still so he gets scared because his caregivers arent there (reader can be a caregiver too!!!). and he really has to pee because it is morning but he's to afraid to go to the toilet in the van by himself, and he doesnt have a diaper. so he tries to be a big boy and goes outside to find one of the caregivers to help him go potty but cant hold it anymore and as soon as he reaches one of the rooms he has an accident in his pants and on the floor and he cries because hes afraid hell get in trouble. but the caregivers comfort him and clean him up, putting a diaper on him that they brought just in case anyone happened to slip during the vacation and play with the toys that are available for them downstairs until he feels better."
Yoongi trembled, pulling the blanket closer around himself as the shadows danced along the walls of the camper. Why had big him wanted to sleep out here all alone? It was lonely, and scary, and dark!
Whimpering, Yoongi reached a hand down between his legs, glancing at the dark, spooky hallway that led to the little camper toilet. The bathroom was right there, but what if a monster attacked him on his way there?
He had gone to sleep big last night, glad to have the whole camper to himself. But now? He wished his mommy or daddies were here to help him. Maybe he could go to the main house and wake someone up to take him potty inside, and then he could go back to bed with one of his caregivers instead of feeling all alone.
The grass was cold and wet with morning dew under his feet, and Yoongi sped across it for three reasons. The first was that it felt gross under his feet. The second was that he really, really needed to go potty. The third? Well, what if the monsters followed him out of the camper and chased him across the lawn?!
Yoongi was nearly leaking into his pants by the time he reached the glass door, one hand clutching between his legs as he danced in place, struggling to open the door with his other hand.
"Daddies," he whimpered, banging loudly on the first door he came to inside. "Potty, please! 'Mergency!"
But it was already too late. His tummy twisted up and he felt himself peeing down his leg, which brought tears to his eyes. Hoseok and Taehyung threw the door open just as Yoongi's pee started splattering on the floor, and tears rolled down his cheeks.
"Sorry, m'sorry! T-tried to hold it. Didn't mean to have a accident!"
Hoseok sleepily kissed his head while Taehyung pulled him close, assuring him, "baby, it's not your fault. It's okay. Please don't cry."
"What happened, sweetheart?" Hoseok asked as Taehyung carried Yoongi into the bathroom. "Why didn't you go potty in the camper?"
Fresh tears welled up in Yoongi's eyes; what if his daddies thought he was a stupid baby for being scared? He shook his head.
"You can tell us, bub," Taehyung encouraged him as he stripped off his wet pants and underwear. "We'll never be mad at you for having an accident, love, you know that."
"Was dark and scary," Yoongi finally explained. "W-wanted daddies to take me but I was all alone! Thought I could hold it…"
Hoseok wiped away Yoongi's tears as Taehyung cleaned him up with a warm washcloth. "Little love," Hoseok cooed. "It's okay to be afraid. It's okay to have accidents. That's what your daddies are here for; to make your fears go away and to clean up any accidents, yeah?"
Instead of reaching for the fresh pair of pants and underwear that Hoseok had thoughtfully grabbed, Taehyung kissed Yoongi's belly button to make him giggle.
"Would you like a diaper, honey bear?"
Yoongi blushed, glancing at his Baba for affirmation.
"It's okay, buddy," Hoseok assured him, hugging him gently. "You're just a little baby; you can wear a diaper."
Finally, Yoongi nodded, and Taehyung skillfully taped the diaper on without making him lie down on the cold floor. Soon he was dressed in a pair of his Baba's warm sweatpants.
"Do you wanna play a bit before we go back to sleep?" Taehyung offered. "We brought Emil and some legos with us."
Yoongi's eyes lit up at the mention of his stuffed moose. "Emil?"
"Yes, buttercup. I bet he misses you!" Hoseok scooped him up in his arms and kissed his temple. "Let's go get him."
Well, by the time Yoongi was feeling better and ready for sleep, the sun had finally come up and the other boys were slowly filtering into the room. Hoseok, Taehyung, and Yoongi were all yawning, and… all three of them would sure nap good later on.
I'm trying to give you guys some content before I have to fall off the face of the earth for my wedding and honeymoon.
Chapter 18: 418
"Taehyung hasn't slipped in ages and Mommy noticed, but he's just WoRkiNg himself. She wants him to relax though."
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"You'll ruin your eyes like that," you chided Taehyung. "Come on, take a break from that computer, babe."
Taehyung shook his head, running his fingers through his hair. "Have to finish this song, noona."
"Won't take a break for noona?" You asked. You carefully plucked his glasses from his face and asked, "what about for Mommy?"
Taehyung outright whined at that, trying to squirm away from the arms you wrapped gently around him. "D-don't! I have to finish this."
"Taehyungie, listen to me." You brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. "You're working too hard and you're going to burn yourself out. You need to relax, sweetheart. Mommy always knows best, don't I?"
Taehyung squirmed in his chair, sucking his lower lip into his mouth. "But…"
"But what, my love?" You asked, cupping his cheek. "I can tell you're needing it. You need to be a tiny little baby for Mommy."
Taehyung reached his arms up at that, asking, "i-if I'm little do I get hugs?"
You chuckled and hugged him close, kissing his head. "All the hugs you could ever want, baby boy."
"And more kisses?"
You smooched his cheek to prove a point. "Do you want to watch a movie? How about Brother Bear?"
Taehyung nodded, bouncing in place. "Movie night with Mommy!"
Since Jungkook was out with his 97 liner friends that evening, you set up in front of his giant gaming TV.
"Are you comfy, love bug?"
Taehyung nodded, his mop of hair hitting you in the face as he did so. One arm clutched a dog stuffie to his chest and the other held a bowl of popcorn. You were feeding him bite by bite as the movie played.
"Love this movie, Mommy."
"I know, prince. It's so good, isn't it?"
He nodded again, snuggling against you. "You're my Mommy bear," he told you.
You laughed softly and booped his nose. "And you're my Baby bear."
Taehyung suddenly got quiet, remembering what happened to the Mommy bear in the movie. "You won't leave me, right, Mommy?"
You used your fingers to tilt his chin, kissing a line down his face; his forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips. "Sweet boy, I will never, ever, ever leave you."
Taehyung giggled and kissed you back. "I never leave you either, Mommy. I love you."
"And I love you, little one."
Chapter 19: 419
"Idk if this is too wild but maybe non canon chapter w forced infantilism?"
Forced infantilism, dubious consent
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You gaped at the boys, trembling with anticipation. "You want to… what?"
"Baby you," Jimin explained again. "We want to make you our little baby."
You bit the inside of your mouth. "But… I'm an adult. I'm older than some of you, even!"
Jungkook shrugged. "That doesn't matter. We just want you to let us do what we want to you. Dress you up and feed you and play with you…"
You didn't really know what the day would entail, but you found yourself remembering that if it was really that bad… well, you could always just use your safeword. So you found yourself nodding.
"One more thing," Hoseok added darkly. "We want you to fight us every step of the way."
You smirked. "As if I wouldn't?" The boys knew you liked playing hard to get in every situation. And being treated like an infant? That wasn't up your alley at all.
"I know our little girl isn't talking back," Seokjin hummed.
You gasped at him. "I-"
"In fact," Taehyung interrupted you. "Little babies don't talk much at all, do they?"
You huffed, opening your mouth to protest. But instead, a rubber teat was shoved inside, and you tried to squirm away. Instead of "what the fuck" it came out more like "whthahuh?"
Yoongi chuckled and pinched your cheek. "Let's go, pumpkin. Daddies are going to put you in some nice, comfy clothes now."
Daddies? That was not a part of the plan.
You tried to speak again, an obscenity falling from your lips, but Yoongi smacked your bottom as he carried you up the stairs.
"Little babies like you better not use any bad words. Do you want to be punished?"
You burned bright red at the spanking and his belittling words.
"Good little girls keep their paci in their mouth and do what their daddies say. Do you understand, princess?" Namjoon asked.
You nodded, not wanting anymore spanks.
"Good, pretty girl," Jimin cooed as Yoongi laid you on the bed. "I'm glad you understand."
You wanted to be good to avoid anymore punishment, but then… you saw what Seokjin pulled out of the closet.
"No!" You screeched. "No way! Don't you dare!"
"Does our little one need another spanking?" Jungkook purred sweetly.
"You can only use nice words, doll," Jimin reminded you.
You fought the boys as they undressed you, terribly embarrassed. But the embarrassment was accompanied by another feeling. Something warm and safe coiling inside you, at the thought of them making you their little baby.
"Pl-please, no," you whimpered once you were fully undressed. You were becoming accustomed to the way the pacifier muffled your speech. "Not the diaper."
Taehyung simply kissed your nose and told you, "we just don't want any accidents, baby."
You all but growled, "I'm not going to piss in a diaper!"
Seokjin gasped, flipping you over and spanking your bare bottom. "I thought you were going to speak nicely to your daddies, little girl. We don't use naughty words!"
The spanking stung enough that your eyes watered, and you sniffled as Hoseok taped up the diaper, covering you up.
"Oh, baby doll," Namjoon cooed. "If you would just speak nicely like your daddies taught you to, then you wouldn't get spankies."
"Ni-nicely?" You asked as Jungkook pulled a onesie over your head, snapping it between your legs.
"Yes, nicely," Yoongi explained. "You call us Daddy and you ask nicely for what you want like a good little girl. Can you do that?"
You nodded. You could be a good girl, couldn't you?
Jimin cleared his throat, giving you a pointed look. "Yes, Daddies," you hummed.
"Such a good girl," Seokjin praised you, picking you up and kissing your cheek. "Let's go downstairs and play, hmm?"
Downstairs, Jimin held you in his lap and bounced you while the other boys put on cartoons for you. They dangled silly baby toys in front of your face, but you rejected all of them. You weren't a baby!
"Cutie pie, I made you a snack!" Namjoon announced, presenting you with none other than a babies bottle.
You shook your head and tried to squirm out of Jungkook's arms, who you had recently been deposited into.
"I know our little girl isn't throwing a tantrum over her bottle," Taehyung chirped, his tone warning.
"I'm not a baby," you argued.
"Yes you are," Jungkook told you, popping the pacifier from your mouth and replacing it with the nipple of the bottle.
"Little babies need to drink their bottle and take a nap," Seokjin quipped.
"Do as your Daddies tell you," Hoseok added.
So you drank down every drop of the bottle, and surprisingly, you felt your eyes growing droopy after. You fell asleep right there on the couch.
You awoke to a sharp pang in your bladder, and you whimpered. Maybe you shouldn't have drank the whole bottle, after all.
"Our little princess is finally awake!" Hoseok cooed, pinching your cheeks.
You ignored him and stood up, trying to make your way to the bathroom.
"And just where does our little baby think she's going, hmm?" Jimin asked, catching you by the wrist.
"To the bathroom," you blushed.
"I don't think that's how little girls ask to go potty," Yoongi teased you.
You blushed even redder, debating not playing their games at all. But you really, really needed to go and you didn't have time to argue with them.
"I'm going potty, Daddies," you whispered, barely audible.
You gasped as Seokjin scooped you up in his arms, carrying you away from the bathroom.
"Tiny babies like you don't use the potty, silly. That's what your diaper is for!"
You adamantly shook your head, trying to squirm out of his arms. The jostling had already put too much pressure on your bladder, and you didn't think you could hold it much longer.
"N-no, bathroom. Please!"
"Using the toilet is only for grown ups," Jungkook tutted. "Listen to your Daddies, princess."
You tried to fight away from Seokjin, tears leaking down your cheeks, but it was useless. You peed in your diaper, and of course, Seokjin felt it expanding on his lap.
"Oh, good girl!" He praised you as you relaxed, letting it happen.
"Did our little baby go pee-pee in her diaper?" Taehyung chimed in. "Such a good girl for us!"
If being seen in a diaper was bad, then being seen in a wet diaper was even worse. You whimpered as Hoseok wiped you down with baby wipes.
"Oh, little angel, no need to cry," Jimin murmured, kissing your hair. "You're just a baby, you did exactly what we wanted."
You don't know what came over you as you sucked on your soother, tilting your head to Jimin. "Good girl?" You asked softly.
Namjoon was over the moon at your response. "Yes, baby! You're the best girl. You did so good for us!"
"Just a little baby," Yoongi cooed, picking you back up.
Since when were you dressed again? You felt comfy in a clean, dry diaper and your onesie. You felt floaty… safe. Safe enough to poke Jungkook's cheek and point to the toys on the floor.
"Of course we'll play with you, little one!" Seokjin exclaimed.
"Such a good girl, being so small for us," Taehyung added.
You didn't protest when Namjoon fed you baby food. It tasted really yummy and was easy to eat.
You loved cuddling Jimin on the couch, his hugs were the best.
Taehyung playing blocks with you was really fun!
All the movies you watched with Yoongi made you giggle.
Hoseok changed your diaper whenever you had an accident; you didn't have to worry about being wet.
Seokjin gave you a bath after dinner and made you feel squeaky clean!
Finally, Jungkook gave you another bottle before tucking you into bed.
"I'm so glad you slipped for us, darling," he murmured.
But you were already half asleep… and you knew that come tomorrow, you wouldn't regret a single thing.
I've never written something like this before? Did I? Understand? The assignment? Haha.
Chapter 20: 420
"What about one where the mc has cramps (little or big) and Jimin is little (like 4 or 5) and just wants her to feel better. So he does everything he can but isn’t exactly sure what to do so he keeps asking whoever’s big at the time and doing things right away to help her."
Jimin pouted, his coloring book abandoned on the table as he trotted over to where you were lying on the couch.
"Mommy no play today?" He asked cutely.
You shook your head, reaching out to ruffle his hair. "Mommy doesn't feel very good today, Minnie. I'm sorry, baby."
Jimin looked ready to burst into tears. "Mommy sick?! Hospital?!"
You chuckled and pulled him close, gathering him into your arms on the couch. "I'm not sick, lovie. Don't worry. Mommy has cramps from her period. I'll be okay."
Jimin pouted, twisting in your arms to give you a proper hug. "Can Minnie help?"
You kissed his forehead, assuring him, "Minnie is a little baby and doesn't have to worry about anything but playing, okay?"
Jimin was adamant, however, "I'm a big boy! I'm! I'm… five!"
You bit back a laugh, nodding. "Oh, you are a big boy," you agreed. "My grown up little man."
Jimin giggled and kissed your cheek. "How can Minnie help, Mommy?"
"Maybe you can go ask one of your daddies for a hot water bottle. Can you do that, baby boy?"
Jimin was happy to run to Seokjin and ask for the aforementioned item, carrying it back to you carefully after his Da filled it up.
"Here, Mommy!" He grinned as you placed it on your tummy. "All better now?"
You grimaced as you attempted to smile. "All better, prince. Thank you so so so much!" You managed to kiss his lips before shooing him away. "You go play now, alright, bub?"
But Jimin knew when his Mommy was lying. He ran to Jungkook next, asking, "how can I get rid of Mommy's cramps?"
Jungkook pinched his cheek and suggested, "how about some pain medicine, hmm?"
He handed Jimin two ibuprofen and the little carefully brought it into the living room with him.
"Mommy, gots you medicine."
You melted at what a little sweetheart he was being. "Oh, honey, thank you." You swallowed the pills quickly. "You didn't have to bring me anything, little one."
But Jimin argued, "wanted to. Wanna help Mommy feel better."
He asked Yoongi and Taehyung, next, "how can I make Mommy's cramps better? Gave her hot water bottle and medicine."
Taehyung suggested, "maybe a hot drink."
"I'll make you some tea to bring her," Yoongi offered.
Yoongi carried the tea in beside Jimin, not wanting the baby to burn himself.
"Mommy, Papa made you tea!"
Yoongi shook his head, though. "It was Minnie's idea," he lied. "I just didn't want him carrying the hot cup."
You took a sip and told Jimin, "it's so good, angel. Thank you so much."
Lastly, Jimin went to Namjoon and Hoseok. "Daddies, how can I make Mommy feel better? Gave her hot water bottle and medicine and tea for her cramps."
"Well, baby, what makes you feel better when you're unwell?" Hoseok asked gently.
"Mm…" Jimin thought about it for a moment. "Cuddles!"
Namjoon smiled and ruffled his hair. "That's a great idea, buddy. Why don't you give Mommy some cuddles?"
Jimin barged back into the living room, where you had finished your tea. He wasted no time wiggling onto the couch and wrapping his arms around you tight.
"Can we cuddle, Mommy? Cuddles make me feel better when I'm sick."
You kissed Jimin's head and pulled him close. "You've done so much for me already, love. Are you sure you don't want to play?"
Jimin shook his head. "Wanna make Mommy feel better."
"You are, darling," you assured him, kissing his nose. "You took such good care of Mommy today. Thank you, baby boy."
Jimin smiled and kissed your lips. "Cuddles helping?"
You kissed him back, nodding. "Your cuddles are the best medicine in the whole world."
This is the last of what I wrote in advance before the wedding. I'm now a week out and pressed for time so I might turn into a little ghost for a bit. I'll be back mid-June and things will go back to normal then. ☺💜
Chapter 21: 421
"chapter where yoongi comes home after the daechwita shooting and he still has the fake scar on and MC sees it and thinks it’s real and runs to him and cries saying she doesn’t want her papa to be hurt and he has to explain it’s makeup and show her he can take it off and it’s just all rly fluffy and funny"
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"I'm home!" Yoongi announced, kicking off his shoes. "Where's my baby girl?"
You gasped from your bedroom, all but abandoning your toys to barrel down the stairs.
"Papa, Papa! Was your video good? Did other daddies go? What did you wear? Did they-"
You skidded to a stop upon seeing a big, scary line going down half your Papa's face! As Yoongi's face furrowed with confusion, yours crumpled into tears.
"Papa, you're hurt!"
Yoongi rushed towards you, gathering you into his arms. "Sweetheart, no, I'm not hurt. I promise. It's just makeup from the video. The makeup noonas did such a good job, hmm?"
You sniffled, looking up again only to burst back into tears. Even if your Papa wasn't hurt, he still looked like he was!
"How about we wash it off now, little one? Want to come with me?"
You nodded, wiping away the last of your tears as Yoongi carried you into the bathroom. He set you on the counter, pulling out a pack of makeup remover wipes. He started humming as he scrubbed away part of the fake scar.
"Look at that, my love. Comes right off!"
You examined his skin where the line had begun disappearing, finally nodding. "It's just makeup," you agreed.
"That's right, pretty. Want to help me?" He asked, handing you a wipe.
You giggled at the faces Yoongi made as you helped him scrub his face. Sure enough, the whole scar came right off!
"M'glad you not hurt," you mumbled shyly, clinging to him.
Yoongi pressed a kiss to your cheek as he lifted you off the counter. "What a sweet little bug you are."
You giggled as Yoongi carried you out to the couch, where he held you in his lap. "M'not a bug!" You argued.
Yoongi nuzzled against your neck and pressed a kiss there. "You're my little ladybug! My beautiful little butterfly. My giggly grasshopper."
You squealed, shaking your head. "Not a bug! Bugs gross."
"Well," Yoongi finally sighed. "Then I guess you don't want to watch A Bug's Life, since bugs are so gross."
You pouted and shook your head. "Wanna watch."
Yoongi smooched your cheek and reached for the remote. "Okay, lovely, I'll put it on."
"Next time we go to Disney," you mumbled, "we do It's Tough to be a Bug?"
"Of course, princess," he assured you. "As many times as you want."
Chapter 22: 422
"Where reader can't sleep so namjoon (no sexual way) just grab (?) her princess part and cuddle u know?"
"When she is tired and wanna sleep she has a habit of playing with her hair and talk in short sentence like a child"
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You twirled a lock of your hair around your finger, yawning. Legs swinging as you sat in your chair, your head started to nod forward, almost hitting the table a few times.
"Little one, is it time for bed?" Namjoon asked gently.
You tucked your hair behind your ears before changing your mind and twirling it again. "Tiwed," you agreed.
"Okay, baby bear," Namjoon cooed. "Do you want Dada to carry you?"
"Carry," you managed, gently pulling at your hair.
Namjoon kissed your cheek as he picked you up, gently removing your hand from your hair. "Don't pull, baby, you'll get boo-boos."
"No want," you agreed, head resting on Namjoon's shoulder as he carried you upstairs, bouncing slightly with every step he took.
"My poor sleepy girl," he cooed as you reached your room. "Gonna fall right asleep for Dada, aren't you?"
You wanted to. You were so exhausted, fiddling with your hair and answering Namjoon in no more than a few words. But as comfy and cozy as you were in bed with him, you just couldn't sleep.
"Dada, touch," you mumbled, squirming as you tried to get comfortable.
"Touch where, doll?" Namjoon asked. "I'm holding you, yeah?"
You shook your head and pointed down. "Touchies, please."
Namjoon moved his hand down to your tummy.
"China," you corrected him.
You took his hand and moved it down lower, sliding it beneath the waistline of your panties.
"Honey, I don't think-"
You whined when Namjoon tried to pull his hand away, guiding him to cup your mound gently.
"No move," you told him. "Just touch. No grown up. 'Kay?"
Namjoon sighed and nodded. "If you're sure, sweetie. If you think it'll help."
But it was clear that it was helping, considering the way your breathing was starting to even out. Namjoon relaxed into the feeling, too, after the shock of it had worn off. If it helped his baby sleep, well, who was he to argue?
"Goodnight, my little love," he murmured, kissing your hair.
Chapter 23: 423
"And then another one with something about a dumpster and looking for a lucky, irreplaceable shoe."
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"It's not here, Baba," you wailed.
Hoseok sighed, shaking his head. "Lovie, we've turned the whole apartment upside down. I don't think it's here."
"Then where is it?" You screeched, fresh tears leaking down your cheeks. "It was here yesterday!"
Hoseok thought for a moment. "The cleaning lady came this morning," he pondered. "Maybe… since it was old and dirty and doesn't have a match… maybe she… threw it out?"
Instead of the tears that he expected, the suggestion actually brought a smile to your face.
"If she was here today, that means it can still be in the dumpster, right, Baba?!"
Hoseok immediately regretted opening his mouth. "Baby, we can't go digging in the dumpster…"
"Please," you begged, eyes glossing over again. "It's lucky and if I lose it we're all gonna have bad luck forever! Please, please, please!"
Hoseok was absolutely not going to dig through a dirty, stinky dumpster. He was an idol, a multimillionaire, a-
"Here, baby, I found our garbage bag!"
Hoseok held it up like a trophy as he pulled it from the dumpster.
"I'll take a look, okay?"
You peered over his shoulder as he started to dig through the trash bag. Paper towels, banana peels, socks with holes in them… coffee grinds, a plastic water bottle, a pair of disposable chopsticks. A shopping bag, some tissues-
"There it is!"
Sure enough, Hoseok pulled out your tattered, red Converse sneaker. It was filthy and had holes in it, and it was missing its partner, but you just knew how lucky it was.
"We're gonna wash it before you can have it back, honey," Hoseok told you, holding the shoe away from his body as if it might bite him.
You grinned and wrapped your arms around Hoseok's waist, absolutely beaming. "Thank you, Baba. I know you didn't wanna dig in the dumpster."
Hoseok smiled and kissed the top of your head, careful not to touch you with his hands. "Of course, angel. I'll do anything to make you smile."