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fruitmins · 11 months

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Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

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The boys never liked the idea of you having a job in the first place. On top of the possibility of you slipping into little space at work or someone realizing you live with the biggest boy group in the world, they had money. They could pay for all of your expenses anyways.

So why did you get a job? Simply to get out of the house and to have your own hard earned money in your pocket.

It didn’t take long for you to quickly feel bad about all the things they’d get for you big or little. And it didn’t take long for the mansion they moved you into with them to get small.

So here you were, two weeks into your job as a simple barista when you made your first mistake. Someone had ordered a pink drink that was pretty with strawberries and once you saw the sprinkles you slipped.

You hurriedly finished the order the best you could and rushed into the bathroom but to your horror one of your mangers Gigi, had already been in there and was washing her hands.

“What are you doing?” She quickly questioned you. She had always been a hard ass and almost no one liked her. She was picky with everything anyone did and had obvious favorites. “Your not on break, are you?”

Stupidly, your five year old mind told the truth and shook your head no.

“Then get back to work what’s wrong with you.” She said harshly which immediately brought tears to your eyes. She had yelled at you before so her harsh tone usually wouldn’t push you. But it was different when you were little, and she seemed to see that something was wrong.

She glanced at the sprinkles stuck to your sweaty hands, then at your glossy eyes. She raised an eyebrow, “How old are you twelve? Stop acting like a fucking child.” She scolded again taking a step towards you.

“N-No I’m five!” You shouted out of fear and she immediately realized what was happening. Her lips curled into a nasty grin before grabbing your ear and pulling on it as she lead out out the bathroom.

“You’re one of them idiots that think they are kids. Well guess what? Kids have to work too. And if you don’t, I’m deducting your pay.” She whispered into your ear before harshly pushing you towards the cash register where another coworker had took over.

You had no choice but to continue working and every day after that she’d keep a good eye on you. She’d criticize your every move and did things like intentionally throwing sprinkles on the floor and demanding you to sweep them up. She’d try to trigger you on purpose and when you eventually slipped she’d yell and demand you to do the most impossible tasks.

And if you dare tried to get out of it or not do it at all it only made things worse.

You were seriously thinking about quitting altogether, but being a barista soothed you and you liked the people you worked with. Of course there were occasional rude customers but you liked how organized the job was and just liked getting out of the house without it being such a hassle.

But working was starting to effect you mentally (since slipping was a coping mechanism and stress reliever) and was starting to effect you at home with the boys.

You started not to slip at home even though they were your caregivers, you were scared of death of slipping. So in turn, you started distancing yourself from them whenever you happened to slip. And then distancing yourself period.

You’d stay in your room most of the day and when it was time for dinner you have short answers whenever they tired to make conversation.

Even though they themselves were busy, your detaching did not go unnoticed. Neither did the fact that you were never little. The longest you’ve able to stay big was a week, but now it was going on three.

Finally, one day when you were off they sat you down on the couch for a talk.

“Y/N, did we do something?” Namjoon was the first to speak and the heartbreak in his voice caught you off guard.

“What?” You asked confused. That’s when you noticed how hurt they all looked. They weren’t pouting, more like sulking.

“You’ve just been distant lately. Always at work and always tired when you come home..” Hobi stated with a cautious voice as you swallowed a lump of guilt.

You hadn’t told them anything. You didn’t want them dealing with your work problems when they had their own. They had always fixed your problems to begin with, you could handle a bully on your own.

“You must be confusing me with Yoongi.” You spoke in a flat voice. You were trying to play it off as a joke but it didn’t come out right. Still, it amused Jin who let out a chuckle.

“Okay well you also haven’t slipped.” Taehyung spoke in a matter-of-factly tone which quickly made the room quiet and tense.

“I haven’t noticed..” you mumbled it obviously being a lie as you looked down at the couch.

“Really? Or did you just think we wouldn’t notice?” Jungkook corrected you quickly with a bitter tone. The words caught you off guard as you made eye contact with him. He looked sad but worried for you.

“Y/N we aren’t just your caregivers, we’re friends. Tell us what’s wrong?” Yoongi’s usual rough voice turned soft which made you shiver and shift uncomfortably in your seat. You couldn’t slip, not now.

This also didn’t go unnoticed and they suddenly had a new plan using only their eyes to confirm.

“Nothing.” You denied again.

“What’s wrong, angel? Why are you lying to us?” Jimin asked with an intention pleading tone.

Your eyes widen in realization. They were trying to get you to slip. But it far to late now.

“I’m not~” you said again in a more whiny tone as you slouched back on the couch. The warm fuzziness in your stomach was too strong to ignore this time. Especially when Tae started to pull you into his lap and stroke your hair.

The more you tried to fight the urge the more your head started to hurt. Flashbacks on your job clouded your mind as you started to cry. That’s when you broke.

“It’s okay princess.” Jungkook soothed you, using his hand to wipe your tears. “Let’s get you into some fuzzy clothes and a pull up.” He proposed taking you off of Jimin’s lap and into his arms as he headed to your room.

Not wanting to crowd you, the rest of them stayed downstairs while Jungkook whispered sweet things to you as he changed you into a comfortable onesie.

When you were back downstairs Jin had already prepared some small snacks for you along with a juice box.

“Baby, something’s made you distant and sad.” Namjoon stated once he had finished the snack and were sipping on the juice box. “We want to help you, but you have to let us okay?”

You nodded, taking a minute to form your words before speaking. “At work. Boss lady mean.” You whispered which immediately made them frown.

“What does boss lady say?” Tae asked with a worried expression as he held your hand while you were bouncing on Hobi’s lap.

“She say littles are dumb.” Tears formed in your eyes as you thought back at her mean shouting. “She yell and tug when I make messes. She no like littles.”

You could feel Yoongi hold you tighten on your hand when you continued as the boys all shared the same looks at each other. The ‘someone is getting fired’ look.

“Am I dumb?” You asked them when they went silent as your lip quivered.

“Absolutely not!” Jungkook immediately answered. “Boss lady doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You are a gift.” He continued in a strong voice. He was trying not to get to angry in front of you but his blood boiled at the thought of someone saying these things to you.

“Why didn’t you tell us this was happening baby? We would of helped you before it got to bad.” Jimin asked with a frown while he tried to maintain eye contact with you.

“I wanted to fix it myshelf.” You state in a low voice, feeling disappointed.

“It’s okay. You can be independent. It’s just when things get to bad you have to tell us.” Hobi told you softly but in a firm tone to know he was serious and you nodded.

“We’re gonna make sure she never does it again.” Tae reassured you with a head pat but you just frowned. “I can’t work?” You asked.

“You can still work sweetie. We know how much you like earning money and how relaxed you are when you work.” Jin reassured you with a gentle smile.

“It’s however the fuck boss lady is that can’t work anymore.” Yoongi mumbled angrily but it only caused you to smile.

“Swear.” You giggled and pointing as the rest of them glared at Yoongi. You loved when Yoongi swore around you, simply because he wasn’t supposed to. You grinned whenever he got scolded or smacked by Jin. Yoongi just ignored the looks and lightly chuckled, your giggles making him slightly less mad.

Once everything was settled the boys immediately had someone on the phone with your manager and she was fired only three days later.

So you vowed to yourself to tell them if anything was bothering you again.

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xoxiu · 5 months

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baby, it's you - ot7 x reader

chapter two

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summary: you get kidnapped while on a school trip to korea and get sold into south korea's luxury littles market. the most famous idol group wins your auction.

tags/warnings: forced infantilism, little!reader, diapers, noncon drug use, kidnapping, minor ed behaviors, attempted sa (cocsa?), spanking, diapers, caregivers!bts, force-feeding, language barriers

tags: @katskeigo, @queen-klarissa

The gray room was dark- the only illuminated areas were where the sun shone through the cracks in the blinds. Sleepily, you slowly blinked your eyes, going in and out of consciousness. Everything was a haze. All you knew was that you sat in a room with a bunch of other young adults and that men in black suits occasionally came in to take one of you out of the room. You assumed they never came back, but you were too out of it to keep track of their comings and goings. Nevertheless, fear festered in the pit of your stomach.

You were lucky enough to be placed in a corner of the room, giving you two walls to lean on while you struggled to feel your own body. The ones stuck in the middle of the room either laid flat on their backs, unable to sit themselves up, or uncomfortably sat with their backs severely hunched over. No one could properly speak, making the room fill with whines and whimpers of terror.

The restraints on your wrists and ankles seemed like overkill- you couldn't move a single body part, sans your fingers and toes. Everything felt as if a 20-pound weighted blanket rested on you, leaving you trapped and immobile.

The doors opened, flooding the room with light from the hallway. You closed your eyes at the sudden attack of brightness and listened closely to the clicks of the men's dress shoes.

They were approaching you.

You kept your eyes closed, creating a fantasy in your head that you were simply imagining the footsteps and that you weren't the next to leave. The fantasy quickly fleeted away as you felt yourself being lifted up and over a shoulder.

The fluorescent lights outside of the room felt like spikes to your sensitive eyes. Through squinted eyes, you watched a man rolling a baby's crib on wheels closer to where you hung over someone's shoulder. You prayed to any god that you were just going crazy and imagining things. After you were placed inside the crib, you soon realized that this sick and twisted fantasy was your new reality.

All you could do was lay back against the bars of the crib and stare off into the distance. You felt yourself being rolled into another room but with much harsher lights. As you refocused your vision, you realized you were on a stage. A man with a suit and microphone stood center-stage, waiting for you to join him.

Soon you were on display in front of a crowd of well-dressed strangers. They all looked rich and powerful, and all their eyes were on you. Breathing began to become harder, and for the first time, you felt something in your body. Your heart, which pounded harder and harder, made your chest hurt and burn.

"This is y/n. She is a young American girl with blonde hair and brown eyes," the man said as he circled you. You didn't understand a word besides your own name, which made you feel even worse. Not once did you tell these people your name.

A hand reached down towards you, twirling a piece of your hair. He continued to talk to the crowd with a smile. You felt like an animal at the zoo; just existing to be observed while encaged and sedated.

Shouts from the crowd echoed throughout the auditorium, leaving you even more confused and concerned. It felt as if you were being auctioned off to the highest bidder. You shuddered at the thought of such an inhumane act. As the shouts went on and died off, your self-soothing thoughts of this not being an auction died as well.

This was 100% an auction, and you were the prize.

"And for one billion won, y/n goes to the idol group BTS!" The crowd clapped at the man's final words before you were ushered off the stage.

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"She's just tired; it's been a very long day for her," a woman said from somewhere behind you. You closed your eyes tightly in hopes that everything would disappear, or perhaps that you would disappear. Trying to bargain with the anxiety in your chest was not working out as well as you planned.

"Oh, you'll be able to sleep soon, baby," a man said. You soon felt yourself being picked up by your underarms and lifted out of the crib. The sudden movement made your chest pound harder, and you let out a few whimpers as you felt every emotion and feeling nearing its tipping point.

You were in a foreign country, didn't understand the language, most likely just got sold into some trafficking ring for adult babies, and now you were being held against a stranger.

Sobs racked your body as your forehead rested against the man's shoulder. Sounds of hushes and coos filled the room, and multiple hands rubbed at your back and arms to silence your cries. Nothing would calm you down besides being back home in your own bed, with your own family and friends. As long as you were in this man's arms, you thought, you would not be at peace.

Daydreams of your life back home occupied your mind, allowing you to mentally escape your current reality. The way your mom baked fresh bread every Sunday morning, the way your little brother played his rock music annoyingly loud, the way your father would come home from work and immediately nap in his recliner. You didn't even want to think about Lainey, and how at this rate she would grow up only hearing stories about you and remembering vague memories.

The revving of a car engine dragged you out of your thoughts. You looked around only to realize you were in a car, with lots of people inside. Your sobs increased alongside your breathing- this wasn't real.

Jimin reached over and popped a pacifier in your mouth. The feeling of the silicone nipple in your mouth made you gag, but despite your best effort to push it out, Jimin gently held it against your lips.

"It's okay, it's okay," he kept repeating.

Your head began to pound, making you feel sick. Not just morally and mentally, but physically as well. You stop your feeble attempts to spit out the pacifier to focus on your breathing- you wanted to calm yourself down to avoid puking all over yourself.

"Good job, little one," Jungkook said from your other side. A hand ran through your hair soothingly, making your breathing tremble. You clenched your teeth around the pacifier and closed your eyes tightly.

One, two, three, you mentally counted the seconds as you breathed in and out. Usually during a panic attack, you would focus on what your body feels like. Not being able to feel a single body part made your stomach churn every time you tried to focus on your feet or hands.

A children's song filled your ears. You opened an eye to see the driver fiddling with the radio, trying to find a song to calm you with. The song was in a foreign language, most likely Korean, but you recognized the melody as Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star. While you would never admit it, the feeling of familiarity song with words you couldn't understand did make you feel better. It reminded you of falling asleep while watching television- the intonation and flow of speech while having no clue what was being said.

It had been a long day, you thought while looking out the windshield at the dark sky. The bright lights passing by were comforting. You made a mental game of counting every glow of light you passed until the ever-increasing number lulled you into a much-needed rest.

———

Everyone bickered quietly over who would carry you to bed. Taehyung carried you out to the car, and, according to Hoseok, didn't qualify for the running.

They all exited the vehicle, standing around the open van door in a circle for a game of rock, paper, scissors. Seokjin and Namjoon were the finalists, with Jin taking the winner title as his scissors beat Namjoon's paper. He smirked smugly as he reached into the van to unbuckle you from the car seat. Carefully, he carried you inside.

The nursery was dark sans the cloud nightlight on the wall opposite the crib. Jin gently placed you down in the crib alongside your various blankets and stuffed animals with a smile.

“Finally,” he whispered to himself.

For years, they have always wanted a little. Ever since Jungkook grew up, they missed having someone to coddle. So, once they moved into a bigger, nicer dorm, they immediately dedicated one room for their future little. They kept the walls white but painted the ceiling a soft pink- they badly wanted a girl. Over the years the decorations grew, as did the pile of stuffies and blankets and closet of clothes.

After placing a purple pacifier in your mouth, Jin walked towards the window to close the curtains. He didn't want the sun to wake you too early in the morning. He took one last loving glance towards you before closing the door, letting you rest.

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yoonlattesworld · 2 years

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Silly daddy

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Mafia yoongi x little reader

Synopsis: in which you give him a little scare when he couldn't find you after coming home

Genre/warning: little reader,mafia yoongi, use of the word daddy many times (not in a kinky way you dirty minded people), mentions of gun,slight suggestive,mentions of kidnapping.

A/n: heyyy y'all I'm so sorry i randomly disappeared 😭 i was just feeling so unmotivated but i got this idea suddenly and had to write it! First time writing about little space I'm sorry if there's any mistake!

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Yoongi sighed running his hand through his already tousled hair as he entered the oddly quiet house. But his tired and stressed out brain didn't caught that as he took off his shoes and coat before walking towards the living room. His eyebrows furrowed when he saw the tv on with some Disney movie that he forgot the name of. A quiet, raspy chuckle left his lips when he noticed your one white fuzzy sock lying on the couch "y/n?" He sat on the couch leaning back and rubbed his face, sighing tiredly but not hearing any response, he frowned calling you a little louder "y/n? Baby I'm home!" Again, he was met with silence.

Now an uneasy feeling started settling inside him when he suddenly remembered that you didn't came running towards him with your bright smile when he came home. But he was too tired to notice that. "Fuck" he mumbled standing up and walking towards the kitchen. Usually you're always in the living room or tinkering around the kitchen for some sweets when he comes home but the uneasiness only increased with a slight fear when he didn't found you there. His jaw clenched and his eyes darkened as his hand found its way to the gun tucked in his belt as he rushed up the stairs and towards your shared bedroom. His heartbeat increased when he found the room empty and suddenly the thought of your one sock lying on the couch didn't felt cute. Did someone break in? His eyes widened at the thought as he opened every single room in the house and frustrated started filling inside him when he didn't found you anywhere. The thought of one of his rival gang hurting you sent him into another level of fury and fear.

"Y/n! Where are you?!" Yoongi yelled opening the door of your play room but his shoulders slumped when he found it empty too. "Fuck fuck fuck" he cursed loudly reaching for his phone and dialing the number of his right hand man, with his another hand gripping the gun tightly. "Hello?" As yoongi was about to respond, his eyebrows furrowed and his movements halted when he heard a soft giggle. "Hello? Hyung?" Walking towards the sound he responded "namjoon I'll call you later" and cut the call, as he entered the bedroom. And only then, did he noticed the bathroom door slightly ajar with the light peeking from inside. His lips parted when he opened the door and he sighed looking down and rubbing his face, with his hand tucking the gun back in his belt before you could see it.

There you were sitting on the floor, leaned against the cupboard with your pink hello kitty headphones over your head and ofcourse with your one white fuzzy sock on. And he could guess that you were listening to let it go while painting your nails into different shades of pink. "Y/n?" He breathed looking at you with tired eyes and you, who noticed someone standing in front of you, looked up with a giant smile on your face which became brighter when you saw him standing there. "Daddy! You're home!" You squealed gleefully, wrapping your small fingers around his much bigger ones and tugging him towards yourself "yes i am babygirl " he mumbled crouching down and kissing your head, causing you to giggle as you proudly showed him your nails "daddy look!" He hummed delicately holding your hand and smiling softly "it's a pretty pink. So good kitten" you smiled at the praise and hummed kissing his cheek and lips softly before placing the nail paint down as he continued staring at you,with his heart still pounding.

"Y/n " "yes daddy?" "What did i tell you about using big girl things when you're small?" You pouted and looked down to avoid his stern eyes and mumbled "but daddy i was big! I even made my own cup noodles but then i became small when i saw these hello kitty nail paint and headphones!" You whined not liking him scolding you causing him to scoff and smirk. Yeah he's created a spoiled brat. "Are you sure you were big when you made your noodles?" He mumbled pulling you on his lap, Chuckling raspily when you snuggled in his chest and started playing with his tie like you always do "yes i promise i was daddy. They were yummy" you nodded laying your head on his chest as he pressed multiple kisses on your head, inhaling the scent of your peachy shampoo.

"Babygirl" he murmured and you hummed "yes daddy" "next time paint your nails and listen to music on the couch yeah?" "Why?" You asked looking at him with big eyes and he bite his lip "hmm so you can show your dolls your pretty nails too. You can't place all of them here right? They won't fit" yes you have many many dolls. You nodded immediately and stood up "yes! I didn't think about my dollies they must be lonely " you pouted starting to walk out of the bathroom. And suddenly, his eyes darkened for a completely different reason when his eyes caught the sight of your favorite blue panties under his hoodie you were wearing. "Daddy should i do your nails too? I'll do yours blue" you chirped giggling and you skipped towards the bedroom door but you gasped and squeaked when he suddenly held your wrist and pulled you back, gripping your hips under the hoodie as he bite his lip, staring at you with hooded eyes "next time baby." He murmured grazing the band of your panty and you gasped when he started pressing wet kisses on the sensitive skin of your neck, whimpering softly when he sucked a small bruise. Your hands gripped his shoulders and you whimpered when he mumbled "you look so beautiful, my pretty baby" you whined and whispered "daddy m' feeling wet" "i know babygirl " he grunted as you moaned out "o-oh yoongi " when he started rubbing your clothed cunt against his hardness. "You back doll?" He murmured picking you up and placing you on the bed. "I-i wanted to paint your nails- oh" you moaned as his fingers rubbed your clit gently "i don't think you can do that any time soon angel. You won't be walking by the time I'm done with you" he groaned roughly taking off his jacket and shirt.

"That's what you get for scaring me like that" he grunted slamming his cock inside your cunt as you held his shoulders, scratching his back ,all the while moaning his name loudly.

Well, if you can get this kind of punishment then you're planning on listening to loud music hidden away in some room every time he comes home-

"Don't even think about doing this again" he growled pounding inside you causing you gasp ,both because of the pleasure and because you think he can read your mind.

You're definitely going to do that again

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bunnyrhe · 2 years

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Demon's Head: Mafia Boss CG Yoongi x Little Space Reader

"Where are you? I'm here in the market where you told me to come find you." You spoke into the static receiver of your cheap disposable phone. When you got no response, you had to hang up, you were already low on credit.

The traditional red and cream coloured paper lanterns strung across rope connecting different stalls, loomed on the moon soaked horizon . The sky was an oily black, few stars pockmarked the endless expanse, the light pollution of the night market drowning their iridescence.

The market was busy with throngs of people weaving in and out of stalls, their chatter competing with the music on the radios that few people had. A cold south westerly wheezed a terrible chilling wind, the lanterns must have been affronted by it and leaned back to get out of the way. The night air brought the smells of saline and a distinct, crisp, fishy smell of salmon and squid. Then the warm hearty aroma of the ramyun stalls and oriental cuisine stalls followed on its heels, they were delicious smells to your rumbling stomach. The steam and sizzling smoke from cooktops billowing into the winds.

You saw him sitting on his car, a sleek and shiny black S-class, brooding against the bonnet. You laid eyes on the King.

He wore his face the way a thousand of his ancestors did since the Joseon dynasty, with a single cut through his right eye. It was symbolic. It made his eyes similar to the cross hair of a gun, it made him look like he was scratched by the wild cat of his family crest. The intensity in his eyes took my breath away. He was tall, handsome and radiating wealth, prestige and honour.

And danger. He was a dangerous man above all else, only 29 but was the head of the Korean crime empire-The Demon’s Head Clan. This was the oldest living clan in Korea, rivalling the age of even the 6Eye clan run by the Jeon Family.

Min Yoongi was the only living successor of his Clan. He was revered in the streets as the King, less commonly known as silverfish. He was a ruthless, sadistic murderer, hidden under his deceptively unbothered, bored even plucky exterior.

It was his reputation that made him a walking contradiction.

His predecessors knew little and cared less about the new breed of technological men who came to dominate the crime syndicates. They grew to be creatures of habit, skin pallid and dusty from their environment, clinging to their glory days limpet-like to whatever toe-hold of wealth they could get. They were used to the comfort of illegal gambling and local arms trades and for that their family name was losing the prestige it once commanded. The Min name was quickly fading from tapestries and great annals of history.

That was before Min Yoongi.

Min Yoongi represented a new blood for Korean crime-expansion into the international arenas of gun and drug cartels, and military level technological warfare, uranium trades to countries of the highest bidders. All with casinos, bars, hotels,restaurants and tech companies to launder all the bills. His plan was laughed out of the Min palatial estate for being to ambitious for his weak stature.Min Yoongi became a fine new school, built and skilled at denigrating the old ways, rejecting the past and arousing in new recruits the lust for golden dreams in the industrial millennium.

For that he became the black sheep.

He ascended to the pinnacle of leadership of the Clan by erasing all dissenters. Within one night he had single handedly slaughtered his relatives, effectively eradicating all competing interests for the throne. Then his enemies’ blood spilled afterwards.

It was an impossible task. A job no one could have pulled off. The bodies he eviscerated that day laid the foundation of what he is now. Min Yoongi was focused, angry beyond measure and he had a burning desire to prove himself. The folklore around the event arose, fanned out like an uncontrollable flame. It's alleged that he compiled the corpses, stacked up to the ceiling. When all the ones he spared found the gorey sight in the familial palace, he was sitting picking his nails. He gave himself the mark of the King-the eye cut- and never looked back.

He was only 19.

From the most lordly government officials to the littlest children in the playgrounds knew him now, knew his strength. The children made a story about him- the whale and the silverfish. The moral of the story was not to be a bully as all children's stories and songs go. The whale, Yoongi’s family ,was the master of the world until it espied a stranger in their domain: a big gleaming silverfish. Yoongi was the silverfish that refused to acknowledge the whale’s mastery. The whale grew angry and slapped the interloper with his tail. That was the whale’s fatal error because the silverfish was actually a torpedo. Yoongi's family made the mistake of not acknowledging or appointing him, now they would suffer from the grave.

You gasped when Yoongi's eyes flicked up, noticing you standing in the middle of the crowd looking terribly out of place.You were playing with the hem of your lavender sweater, keeping your eyes on your grey boots. His face was bright with the light of his cellphone. He released the breath of smoke, letting the grey whisps curl around his nose before stomping out the cig. If he wasn't mafia, his lineage should have been dragon. He held eye contact with you, feline eyes watching how you bristled. Everything he did held this mystique and a level of awe and fear inspiring brilliance.

You almost missed all the cars flanking it in the dark for how clearly they reflected the night sky. Yoongi wore an all black custom tailored suit with a matching trench coat. It seemed very cloak-and-dagger. There were similarly dressed men flanking him, some smoking, the red embers of cigarette lighting up like a half-dozen tiny red rat eyes in the dark, a few reloading handguns, one carving an apple into wedges with an absurdly large hunting knife.

He rapped twice on the hood of the car, and you watched the men assemble with precise, practised efficiency.They walked over keeping instep with Yoongi, shrouding him like a horde. They crossed the lot with graceful, careful steps like it was a scene right out of a movie. Yoongi was so casually sexy. The cronies spread out among the market crowd like black scaly tentacles fanning out around the Demon's Head. But Yoon wasn't a demon, at least not to you. Around you he could finally relax, break the staccato tone and his grim reaper appearance. He could smile and be warm with you.

Yoongi was your boyfriend with you.

"H-Hello," you waved to him, curling into yourself to keep warm and make yourself shrink under his gaze. Yoongi looked over your posture with disdain, thinking about starting posture training with you to make you stand confidently af his side.

"Jagi. You're gorgeous tonight, kitten.”

You felt a wave of colour rise to your cheeks but quickly recovered, giving him a slightly ironic look as though rejecting the sincerity of his words. For all your lauded beauty, you had painfully thin skin. Yoongi however was suave with unmatched confidence and charm, he doled out compliments to you in spades because it didn't diminish him. He called you beautiful like it was your name. Care and confidence sparkled in his eyes and radiated from the chiselled contours of coiling muscles visibly straining the Hérmes silk as he bent his arms behind his back.

"Here, I brought you gifts. You can have the one in my right hand or the one in my left."

"Awww Yoonie, I feel bad now! I don't have anything for you, I can't accept this."

Yoongi nodded. Fuck.

He instantly felt awful and guilty for saying that. It was his job to spoil his kitten, and your reaction made him feel ashamed for even refusing you gifts. Real men spoil their women, he reprimanded himself. "I was joking, they're both yours. Don't worry about Daddy,"

He gave you the Shooky plushy with the sassy mouth and strong eyebrow."I know you love these, I bought the company that manufactures-"

Your eyes widened filling up with stars, jaw dropping. He remembered! You had said off handedly once that you loved these plush toys but the originals were ridiculously expensive. It was so precious to you that he would remember, even going through all this trouble for you. You felt impossibly softer when he cupped your cheek,stroking it softly.

"There's that smile, do you like your gift?"

"SHOOKY!"you grinned, scooping him into your arms to cradle him to your cheek. "Thank you daddy, I love him."

"I got you a necklace too, " he flicked the Tiffany box open, showing off the opulent jewellery- a gold Cuban link chain encrusted with white diamonds." I thought we should start simple for you first time. May I?"

He chuckled watching you talking animatedly to the pillow sized Shooky, throwing him up in the air and catching him, kissing him all over his face. You were so absolutely enamoured with the plushie you were in another world. He smiled at how soft you looked, voice getting higher and more garbled and childish. You were having a conversation with him, wiping any fuzz from his eyes so he could see.

He tucked the necklace away. It wasn't very age friendly right now. It was a pocket full of promise with the jewellery put away for later. It would mean there would be a place you could go that was safer than the night market to put it on you. Yoongi smiled internally, he knew the perfect spot.

"Come hold my hand, little one. Let me protect you, don't wander off." He held your hand to lead you around, to the various stalls. His hands were rife with veins, cold like rivers in the night, calluses on his palm like stones. These hands had spilled blood, but I trusted them completely. You held his hand, wrapping around his arm. He kissed your knuckes softly, watching your blush creep north to your hairline, goosebumps on your flesh. While your Shooky held your attention, he was subtly accepting his monthly installation of protection money or kickbacks from vendors.

You shivered and he gave you his trench coat, retaining his suit jacket. The sleeves cascaded far past your fingertips to make sweater paws. You giggled, paddling them to make them dance and dangle in the wind.

"Kitty, kitty rawr." You pointed. You could see the large tattoo on his hand- a tiger tattoo wrapped around a sword- the insignia of the Demon's Head Clan. His people were revered there, treated royally and loyally. The clan moved en masse, avoiding and spewing out other rival clans like a selective plasma membrane.

It subsumed abandoned orphans and adults alike. The children lived in the dormitories or apartments for free, receiving a high quality of education, eating and being clothed for free, some ran errands to earn pocket money, others ran their own block by the time they were 18. The clan gave you the opportunity to leave or stay without repercussions but many stayed for familial ties and a sense of belonging. Afterall, children who weren't given love on a silver spoon learned to lick it off knives. That's when they took the black and tattooed the tiger and sword onto their hands. They belonged to the Demon's Head forever.

At least that was what your parents told you about Yoongi's world, the dark underbelly of the Korea that Yoongi ran like monopoly. He was the zenith of power. A God walking among mortals.

" I like your necklace, daddy, it's pretty ,"there were a simple blue and purple beads that was a gift from Jung Hoseok,the other was a thick gold chain. Jung Hoseok wasn't so much mafia as an independent contractor, he was more of a human resource manager within Yoongi's world. He was a one man team, supplying people to do anything from waste management to prostitution.

Gold Rings and bracelets jingled on Daddy's wrist,he looked so gorgeous and well adorned. One ring caught my attention,it was gold with a panther's open maw, holding a bright red gem with green veins. Something was so fascinating about it, all the other stones in his jewelry were diamonds or tiny clear crystalline blues.

"It's called bloodstone. It protects from excessive bleeding."

"It's beautiful,"

"Yeah? " Yoongi smiled subtly, covering it up with a lip bite. He'd seen dozens of reactions to his ring: morbid fascination, hatred, his men thought it was logical but never this. Never just pure appreciation, almost an infantile sense of love for it. He felt so proud of you, so accepted by you. "Maybe it's time to get this kitten some more jewellery of her own, maybe a collar…definitely a new wardrobe. "

He noticed the way your dress rode up because you'd outgrown it and the tiny hole in the wrist. It was so thin that he gave her his trench, aside from wanting her to smell like his outer layer of his natural aroma and cologne, keeping his suit jacket imbibed with the everlasting scent of Iron and death. He wanted to wrap her up in his embrace and take you away from this world. Or alternatively, burn the world down just to keep you warm.

"I'd get you draped in silks and the best brands in this world if you wanted me to, I can make the call right now."

"Yoon," you called to him sweetly, blushing furiously, your head laid on his stomach. He chuckled breathily a tiny purr escaping his throat as you two snuggled tightly a the lonely corner of the market.

“When was the last time you went shopping?Just to treat yourself?”He asked, his face leaning into yours, nose nudging the pulse point below your ear.

“I dunno, people don't remember that type of stuff.When was the last time you went shopping, huh?”

“A month ago, I bought an airline.”

You visibly wilted, your sweet cherry smile turning acidic. You were hurt.

"Shhh kitten, let Daddy take care of your expenses yeah?"

"Uh uh I'm a big girl now, I can do it,"

"No you're not, stop pretending to know things. Daddy will take care of expenses, kitten. Welcome to my world, baby." He kissed behind my ear, making me blush and giggle loudly.

He bought you hotteok and banana milk, then split a tuna sushi tray in one of the stalls in the night market that he owned. You watched wordlessly when the two customers that were eating rose from their seats mid-meal when you arrived and left after bowing to him. He kept your face pressed into his suit chest, arm over your shoulders. Yoongi was very secretive about you, going to lengths to secure your personal safety. The owner himself retreating outside once he prepared your food.

"Why are the people being weird, daddy? Are we in danger?"

"No baby, daddy's the danger baby. If you'd have let me, I would have brought you to a nice restaurant, spoiled you rotten." He hummed watching you eat, head resting on his palm.

"I can't afford that right now,"

"I know losing your job can be difficult, but maybe it's just for the best? Some people aren't meant to work. "

You were about to ask him how he knew about that when he plucked you up, letting you sit in his lap at the table, feeding sushi to you. He kept stuffing your face full of foods- peeled shrimp in perilla leaves, rice, sushi pieces. You welcomed it all with an open mouth, hardly being able to chew and swallow your chubby full cheeks worth of food. He enjoyed seeing you eating and maintaining a healthy appetite. He liked to know you were keeping on top of your eating schedule and taking care of your health. You swivelled to feed him, "choo choo daddy ,"

"Min-ssi. Your phone sir, from the Mayor Kim." One of his men interrupted, not making eye contact, holding an old fashioned telephone with a rotation dial. I knew that it was the business line, not a social call on his cell. Not that there were social visits in his world.

"Choo choo!" You insisted. Your daddy had created a spoiled brat that demanded attention.

As private as Yoongi was, a part of him was loving the attention once it was from you. He loved feeling needed. He hadn't known this much of your true nature, that you were this soft and gentle and receptive of his care that you would melt into him. He wouldn't know where he ended and you began without his tattoo. You were a pleasant plot twist.

"Tell Namjoon I will return his call later tonight." He accepted the rice, watching as your mouth opened and closed mimicking him chewing. You always thought he ate very prettily. All he could think about while watching you was how much he had changed since meeting his precious little kitten.

He usually only thought of family, his duty and honour code that were enshrined in his mind's temple. He was the leader of this family business that was the lifeblood of a nation, he upheld any moral that came along to facilitate the family business like a malevolent shrine.

He was a soldier, a warrior but here you were a goddess when you smiled. Emperors would have fallen across the ages for such a smile. A smile that could destroy worlds and rebuild them. A smile Yoongi would lay down his life for. He'd worship at your altar if you let him.

He gave you eat more of the food and stone pot rice. He offered a sip of his plum juice then you fell in love with it, leaving your orange juice untouched. He chuckled, watching you struggle to hold the bottle in your little space. He reached inside his coat for a small black leather bag with a sippy cup for you. "There now my princess can eat and drink in peace without accidents. "

He held you across his lap,your head tucked into the crook of his arm while he fed you juice from your sippy. You stared up into his eyes blinking softly at him, your hand pressed under the top buttons of his shirt to feel close to him. You raised your hand to his head. Yoongi pulled away, giving you his chin the way all big cats do to reject touch.

“Please?”

Never would you have believed that Min Yoongi, the King the silverfish could ever purr. If the world could see him now, enjoying head scratches eyes shut in pleasure, a tiny smile on his face. He shut his eyes tipping his head to you to let you scratch behind his ears, nuzzling the palm of your hand when you pulled away. He was pink in the cheeks when he smiled after his scratching.

"Can we get icey cream?"

"Course we can cub,"

His men brought Ice cream to you, hands trembling and set it down in front of you. Bowed and left the room. He left you eating ice cream happily while he washed out your sippy cup. You cooed at him, trying to get his attention.

"Do you want your paci?''

You thought hard, wiggling your hips,"Uh uh....wait yes yes please."

You were quite content dipping paci in your ice cream then sucking on it, leaving Yoongi to deal with the runny strawberry in the cup. He ate his coffee flavour, accepting your ice cream covered paci when you offered it to him.You dipped it in the ice cream, holding it up to daddy. You pressed it to his lips, letting him enjoy it. He didn't dare eat it, wiping it off when you weren't looking.

"Mm thank you cub, but it's your paci okay? Daddy has his spoon. You're sucna good girl for sharing. " He watched you turn rosey from all the praise, giggling and buzzing with excitement. "Nobody else should get to see you smile like that. Nobody else. Only ever with me."

Yoongi came out of the tent with his coat folded neatly over his arm. And an old pocket knife he found in your shoes, on his person. (It was tiny, almost adorable, were you trying to flirt with him?) And his kitten snuggled deeply into his pectoral, perched on his hip snoring and content and drowsy from what he put in her ice cream.

"Bring the car around, Hyojong I'm bringing my baby home,"

Hyojong reached for his piece on his hip, seeing an unknown woman under his leader, immediately assuming the worst and not recognising you. His teeth bared at the unusual scent. "Go on bare your teeth, I'll pull them out one by one."

He barreled through his men, pulling you closer to him. He meant it when he said nobody else deserved to see you smile.

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btsdiabos · 1 year

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★ ₊˚ like crazy, Park jimin Headers

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lullabytaeyong · 9 months

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little jimin with his chimmy hood 🌼

#kpop agere #agere community #little jimin #agere jimin #bts agere #bts little space #little bts #cute jimin #soft jimin #baby jimin #chimmy #baby chimmy

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haechanls · 1 year

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ⵌ — BTS X P!NK ( 박지민 )

#— jaejae moodz #— tinie idols !!#bts age regression #bts little space #bts agere #jimin #jimin moodboard #jimin little space #jimin icons #bts moodboard #bts icons #bts #park jimin

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deepchimmys · 4 months

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I’m searching for a roleplay buddy for a little space rp. I’d like to play the role of the little and I could do any of the following ships (sorted from the most preferred one to least preferred but will be down to rp any of them!)

- Bts member x member/femdom x member

- My male oc and your female dom oc

- My male oc your male oc

- My female oc your female oc

- Woman oc x your male oc

Plot wise I’m very flexible but an established relationship rp would be very lovely! Feel free to suggest anything you’d want to do with the plot and we can discuss all the details here or on discord! I only rp on discord though~

For the rp itself my replies vary from 2-5 paragraphs but I tend to match my partner’s reply. As long as it’s not one liners I’m fine with it!

Please message me if you’re interested in creating any of the following plots! I’m looking forward for any messages I get<3

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ionlyeverwantedtobeyourequal · 10 months

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ITS ARRIVING FRIDAY!

#mang bt21 #j hope bts #safe agere #sfw agere #bts little space

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fruitmins · 11 months

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Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: my first request!! i saw this before going to bed and got so excited I stayed up for another hour and a half working on some of it. also purple car has a lot of notes wtff i love all of you

“Y/N angel, I think today’s the day we need to wash blankie.” Jimin calls out to you in a gentle voice when he spots you waddling down the stares with said blanket in hand after your nap.

You’ve had that blanket for months now and it’d only been washed a handful of times. It was getting so bad that the original pink color it came in was now a nasty light brownish color and covered in all types of food stains.

Originally, Minnie Mouse’s face was plastered in a diagonal line. But now, you could barley see her black outline. Not to mention the wrinkle and god awful smell.

At first they thought you were going through one of your phases and would eventually ask for a new blanket that had whatever thing you were fixated on. And of course they’d buy it for you cause you they loved spoiling you. But that’s how it had always been. Stuck on unicorns? You needed a unicorn blanket. Cars? Needed it in a blanket. Even plants (you could thank Namjoon for that phase).

But no. You couldn’t seem to let go of this Minnie Mouse blanket. Literally. You’d take it everywhere with you. Quick grocery trip, the studio, the beach, to another friends house. The boys were actually glad one time you brought it with you to the water park so they could rinse out some of the dirt from the last trip.

But now it was beginning to be a problem. The boys had several talks about it amongst themselves. All begging the question, ‘how do we get it out of her grasp?’ Why was this one thing giving you so much comfort you would fight them for it? For months they had tip toed around the idea, pointing out the blankets flaws in hopes of cloaking you over time to wash it. But somehow you weren’t phased.

The boys had finally decided to put their foot down that day when Taehyung came complaining to them in the morning about how he couldn’t sleep because the blanket was uncomfortable and smelly, but you had insisted on sleeping with it.

Sure it didn’t bother you, but it was starting to get to them. Being idols, Taehyung needed that sleep. But every time they even reached for the blanket you’d flinch before starting to scream and kick, not stopping under any circumstances till it was secure in your arms.

You quickly shook your head at Jimin’s words, eyes already filled with worry. “No. No wash blankie.” You huffed holding it tighter.

“Baby..” Namjoon warned, not liking the word no coming out of your mouth but this seemed to only make you angrier.

“Baby, it’s icky! Wouldn’t it be nice for it to be soft and clean again? Almost as good as new?” Jungkook asked you trying to pass his excitement over to you but you weren’t having it.

“I don’t want it good as new.” Your voice got louder as you argued with him in a mocking manner which only caused him to frown. This could turn bad really quick.

Your words just made the boys more confused but let the comment pass. “Y/N I don’t think this is up for discussion anymore.” Hoseok said sympathetically. He knew this was going to escalate and that you were likely going to cry, which is one of the things he hated seeing.

“Because it’s not.” Yoongi stepped in with a somewhat firm voice. Yoongi was easily one of the scariest when mad but he never let his anger get to far. Still, you knew his potential from small moments when you were big. “Baby the sooner you hand over blankie the sooner you can have it back.” He explained in a calmer voice.

You seemed to realize that this time they wouldn’t back down so easily. “But l love blankie! You can’t have it!” You almost shouted tears already welling up in your eyes as your face turned red.

“Y/N calm down.” Jimin told you firmly. They had tried to be sweet but it was frustrating when you acted like this.

“Baby, we’re sorry. We truly are, but this has to be done.” Jin told you and your eyes widen with fear when he stood up, making his way towards the end of the stairs where you stood.

“No! No! Please! Mean daddies!” You pleaded with tears, walking up the stairs backwards which was also a no-no. The others followed behind Jin, now worried that you’d trip and abruptly told him to stop moving.

Even when Jin stopped following you, you turned your back and run upstairs and to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The boys sighed as they stood there in silence. “I hate this.” Yoongi admitted, guilt brewing in his stomach when you started crying and the boys agreed in hums.

“But we can’t put this off anymore or it’ll come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t getting rid of it.” Jin spoke as if reminding them cause it felt like you were going through the six stages of grief.

“Maybe she doesn’t realize that. We should try to make her understand the situation more.” Namjoon suggest and without another word Taehyung pushed himself between them and up the stairs. Jimin tugged on his arm before he could go further.

“You guys just stay here for a while.” He told them ultimately ignoring their confused and concerned glances before continuing up the stairs and to your room.

Taehyung’s heart broke when he could hear your sobs from outside your door. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty that his whining had caused you all of this. They knew it brought you some type of comfort but your attachment was getting unhealthy.

When he knocked on your door, your sobbing stopped but he could hear you shift on your bed. “Go away.” You told whoever was on the other side in a shaky voice.

“It’s Tae Tae. I just wanna talk.” He told you and not giving you another chance to refuse before he slowly opened the door to your room before softly closed it.

You watched him with glossy eyes and short shaky breaths as he made his way to the edge of your bed. He held out his arms for you and you slowly climbed into his lap, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you two hugged.

He combed through your messy hair and after you had calmed down, he spoke. “Baby, why do you like blankie so much? You were over Minnie Mouse ages ago.” He asked trying to understand your attachment to it.

You sniffled before answering, “Because it protec me. Like at the airport.” You stated and at first Taehyung was just confused until he realized what you meant.

The blanket was a split second decision. You were at the airport with them and had spotted it in a store for a brief second. The boys couldn’t resist saying no to you when your eyes sparkled just describing what it looked like to them.

They couldn’t go out and buy it themselves, there was to much press and it was a baby scandal waiting to happen. So they sent out some staff to go get it and you were over the moon when it was in your hands. It was one of the easiest flights with you ever and you were fast asleep the whole time.

The boys had joked about how magical the blanket was and how it protected them from any bad behavior (mostly talking about you). Hearing that, I guess you took it to heart and vowed to take it everywhere.

The worst part of it all was that it worked.

Whenever you took the blanket anywhere you were on your best behavior and had no mishaps.

“Oh but honey, it doesn’t need to protect you at home. Nothing bad can happen here and if something does that’s what we’re here for.” He explained with a beaming smile, happy that they had gotten somewhere. “You trust us right?”

You nodded hurriedly. Of course you trusted your daddies to protect you. They were super safe and had protected you many times before. And now that you thought about it, nothing had ever happened at home…

“So while we’re protecting you, blankie can get a nice bath.” Hoseok spoke softly, you hadn’t even realized that the rest of them were slowly making their way into the room hearts fluttering when you said you trusted them.

“Bath?” You repeated and he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You know when you get icky after an accident or playing in the mud? Blankie feels icky too.” Jin stated and they watched with anxious eyes as you glanced down at your blanket. You guessed it did look less pink, and you had seen a ketchup stain that felt weird when you laid on it.

“Blankie feels icky?” You asked still nervous and the boys smiled, knowing that they had finally convinced you to crack. They would help you feel safe and the blanket would finally get washed.

“Very.” Jimin answered scrunching his nose. He made a mental note to bring up cleaning your room to get rid of the smell.

“Can I help with the bath?” You asked eyes slowly started to brighten which warmed the boys hearts.

“Absolutely!” Tae grinned.

“Now you can’t get in, but you can help wash.” Yoongi clarified but it didn’t seem to matter to you which made him feel proud of you.

Moments later you waddled off be bed and handed the blanket over to Jin causing them to shower you with praises about how good and brave you were. It made you feel a lot better.

After everyone put on gloves, including you, they all headed to the bathroom and got it ready. You had wanted a lot of bubbles and they didn’t fight you.

“We should have used the washer and dryer.” Jungkook said his arm covering his nose when the smell got worse. He was the one with the most sensitive nose so they put him on snack duty instead.

“And the tub is going to be ruined.” Namjoon pointed out when they had drained the nasty brown water for the third time.

“It’s better than buying a whole new dryer.” Jin scolded them with a huff. Not like they couldn’t afford millions anyways.

“I got pink dye.” Taehyung said when he came rushing in out of breath. He had ran all the way to the store when he had thought of the brilliant idea.

After hours of hard labor and letting everything set you were reunited with your blanket right before going to bed. You had been tucked in, teeth had been brushed, story had been read but they could tell you were still sad about not having it with you.

You let out a loud gasp when Namjoon came in the door with it in hand. It smelt like flowers and it got some of its color back. Not good as new, but you didn’t mind.

“Thank you daddies.” You whispered, yawning when it was in your hands. They looked at you with loving eyes at the adorable sight.

“Thank you for being so brave.” Yoongi said back giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before tucking you in himself. Your daddies always knew how to make you feel safe.

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xoxiu · 11 months

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my house of stone, your ivy grows - yoongi x reader

chapter one table of contents masterlist

summary: yoongi carried himself with a sense of pride within himself and his belongings. he worked hard to get to where he was- ethically or not, it made him the man he is today. his latest toy, a young college girl from america, will become his magnum opus. he just needs to work out the kinks.

tags/warnings: mafia au, kidnapping, daddy dom!yoongi, smut, autistic!reader, spanking, stockholm syndrome, little!jimin, vminhope, drug mention, namjin, fluff, domestic discipline, age gap

The library was unusually quiet for how busy it was as Kiwo sat in her unofficial designated spot by the tall glass windows. Every day she would sit there, basking in the sun and trying to find some sort of motivation to study or work on assignments. She had chosen her Philosophy major in hopes it would be easy, but those hopes were quickly crushed by the realization that she was required to take Korean lessons. While she was familiar with the language, she still struggled to grasp the proper grammar and structure. She would constantly be thankful that all her classes were in English but felt isolated from her classmates and fellow students due to the language barrier.

She could almost hear her mother's voice in her head, scolding her for choosing a school out of the country. Kiwo winced as the sharp words re-entered her mind.

Meanwhile, Jeon Jungkook was sitting a small way away from Kiwo, video chatting with his friend and fellow mafia member Min Yoongi. The two were people watching through Jungkook's back camera on his phone, making up some sort of weird scenario and inferences about the people around them. It was just a way to waste time and have a little fun.

"I bet he cries at the smallest of difficulties," Yoongi remarked, referring to a young man with his head on his laptop keyboard in frustration.

"Oh, definitely," said Jungkook, "He might be doing just that right now."

"Willing to guess he would beat his girlfriend, too."

"Hyung-" Jungkook's sentence was cut off with a laugh, drawing some attention towards him from his nearby peers. He quickly coughed to cover up his lausaidghter, and returned his attention to his phone.

"Wait, pan back to the left again," Yoongi told Jungkook. Jungkook turned his phone slightly left and waited until Yoongi spoke up with what he wanted to see.

"Her. Wow," Yoongi softly breathed out. Just a table away sat Kiwo, who was still watching the birds and cars passing by outside. Yoongi had gotten a glimpse of her face when she had turned at the commotion Jungkook made and instantly became intrigued with the young girl.

"She's just, wow. She can't hear me, right?" Jungkook lightly tapped his earbud, indicating that he was the only one that could hear Yoongi. Yoongi nodded in affirmation and continued to watch the girl. He noted how the sunlight made her brown hair a softer caramel color, and how her pale skin almost sparkled. Her cute puppy eyes made her almost seem like a real-life doll.

"She definitely has on OnlyFans, hyung," Jungkook said, "I mean, most American girls do."

"If she does, I would subscribe to it," Yoongi only half-joked, "But she seems too classy to have one."

The two were silent, watching Kiwo from the phone screen. After a few minutes, she made eye contact with the camera, and Jungkook made frantic typing gestures with his fingers to not look suspicious. Her gaze eventually went towards her computer screen, but Jungkook still put his phone down, leaving Yoongi with a black screen.

"...Do you have a tracker?" Yoongi timidly asked. He knew the chances of Jungkook having an AirTag on him were slim, but Yoongi held hope that he could somehow come into contact with the mystery girl. Jungkook thought for a minute, before realizing what Yoongi was implying.

"Hyung, we can't just tag her just because you think she's cute," Jungkook jokingly scolded his elder. "Besides, how would I even do that? Just go up to her and be like 'hey, want this AirTag?'"

Yoongi shook his head, not bothering to reply to Jungkook. He knew it was a long shot, but it has just been way too long since his last relationship. He was starving for love and was willing to do anything to get it.

Eventually, Jungkook sighed, indicating he was giving up to his hyung. "I can put mine on her," he said. They all had personal trackers on their person, allowing any of the members to see their exact location in case of an emergency. Before Yoongi could respond, Jungkook hung up the call.

He stood up and removed the AirTag from its band on his arm. While sliding it up his sleeve, he walked by Kiwo's table. He stood to the left of her, pretending to just be looking outside. Jungkook looked over at her opened bag hanging on the chair behind her, and stealthily hid the AirTag in one of the inside pockets before walking away.

Yoongi sat at his computer, staring at the location Jungkook's AirTag was at and waiting for it to move. He couldn't stop thinking about the girl, and how sweet and innocent she looked. Closing his eyes, he desperately tried to remember her face. He soon realized that the memory of what she looked like was fading, and grew upset and anxious. He wanted to see her again badly.

With his eyes still closed, he started to picture what their life together would be like. How she would take care of him after long days out working. Making him and the rest of Bangtan food and making sure they are also well-fed. He smiled at the thought and soon opened his eyes. The location had moved ever so slightly, and Yoongi zoomed in to follow the route the girl was taking. She was quickly navigating the college campus eastward. As he walked, Yoongi quickly realized she was heading toward university dormitories. She must have been rather young, perhaps a first-year student, to be living in a dorm.

Kiwo eventually made her way to the international student dormitory.

Kiwo dropped her backpack with a heavy sigh as soon as she entered her room. Her roommate, Jasmine, sat at her desk as she read one of her various textbooks. She looked over at Kiwo as she entered.

"Long day?" Jasmine asked, putting away her book.

"Is it that obvious?" Kiwo asked, plopping down into her bed face down. She felt exhausted after the tedious walk uphill and thinking about the overwhelming dread of her classes. She rolled over in her bed to check her phone and grew sad when she saw there were no notifications.

Her friends back home rarely kept up with her after high school. She would message them first to only get left on read. It felt isolating to be ignored by the people you grew up with while you're far away in a foreign country. Kiwo remembered on graduation day how excited her friends were for her to be going to South Korea, but now it seems they couldn't care less about it nor her.

Closing her eyes, Kiwo tried hard not to cry. She felt so alone and knew there wasn't much else she could do about it. Eventually, she fell into a deep sleep.

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bunnyrhe · 2 years

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Work Visit to Daddy Namjoon and Daddy Hoseok

Summary: AppaJin gives you money to get Namjoon Bubba and Papa Hoseok lunch while he went to a photoshoot. Your Bubba and Papa do not like that their baby had to be big.

Warnings :big dick energy, daddy, little space reader,caregiver bts,infantilisazion

I typed in the code on the recording studio door, popping my head inside to see Namjoon standing in the middle of the studio, hands in his pockets. He shook his head, forehead creased like old leather with worries tucked into every fold. Hoseok was in his spinning chair behind the soundboard, head laid over the chair back. His bare face stiff as cardboard.

"Is that our girlfriend?" Hoseok asked excitedly, head whipping up, his demeanor changing instantly.

"Hiiii," I waved, setting the food down and dishing it out for them.

"Our little girl brought us lunch? Aww Bubba, our little princess thinks she's a big girl." Papa Hobi snickered, his teeth baring in a teasing smile.

"Maybe we should remind our princess of her place."Bubba's voice suddenly thundered around the room like a thunderstorm indoors. Stern and staccato, something to make you sink deeper and deeper into submission.

"It's time to remind yn that only her Daddies should be buying things in this relationship and that princess just has to sit pretty and not think. Princesses should just be good and say thank you because Daddies do all the providing around here." Namjoon Bubba sized you up, his eyes like a predator looking for vulnerabilities to make you melt. Hoseok watched you with a mysterious smile, a twinkle in his eyes but he ensnared you just as aptly as Namjoon.

Their stances were powerful, dominant energy. They were leaning back in their chairs, strong thick thighs spread wide, testing the denim limits of jeans. Papa placed a hand under his chin, eyes smoky with passion and care. Bubba had an arm around the chair back, the other furling and unfurling in his lap. It was obvious, they were in a big Daddy headspace, all the testosterone in the room was making the wallpaper wilt. I was standing between them in the midst of the fray, shifting my weight from leg to leg.

"'m sorry, just wanted to help," I toed the carpet, shrinking under their gaze. My toes were wiggling in my sneakers. I could feel my arms become too heavy like I needed someone to hold me and keep me warm. "Appa gave me money to buy Bubba and Papa food today.. He said he was proud when I ordered food myself, and he gave me extra bum pats and kisses too. Was that bad?I'm sorry."

"It's okay this time baby, but let us take care of you from now on." Papa tugged me to stand in front of him, between his thighs. He wrapped his arms around my hips.

"Little girls don't buy food, and they don't order it either. It's perfectly fine for you to be shy and just tell Bubba and Papa what food you want so we can buy it. Come here, babygirl, did Appa dress you today, or did you do this on your own?"

"Appa dressed me up, papa." Appa Jin dressed me to match his pink top and sneakers and black jeans. He had a shoot for YSL and picked out matching outfits for us: a grey sweater and pink pleated skirt with my pink sneakers. He added a simple chain with a J pendant to make me feel special when he dressed us. "He let me wear lip gloss too, look!"

"You look beautiful my baby. Bubba and I think our baby girl looks perfect. "he grinned, watching my cheeks stain red, every word of his to me was like a love letter,"Ohmygoodness you're so cute when you blush!"

"Yeah Appa, baby peaches got up to the studio safely. Okay."Bubba clipped the conversation off, clapping his flip phone shut. "Appa said he loves you and he's going to his photoshoot now, he'll see you in one hour."Namjoon Bubba kneeled down to kiss my cheek."Do you want help with your shoes? Of course our little baby needs help from her big strong bubba when she's feeling so small." He helped me take off my backpack and sneakers, kissing my shins softly.

Namjoon sat on the couch ,thighs spread ,unwrapping his food. He looked so comfortable and something about it was vaguely alpha male. It always made me feel squishy and soft around the edges. He patted his thigh, holding eye contact with me. "Come here baby come sit on Bubba's lap, don't be shy c'mere baby koala …that's it sweetie settle in."

I whined softly, pouting deeply. I sat down slowly in his lap, maintaining eye contact with him, wide eyes checking for signs of discomfort. He scoffed, pulling me down until I could feel the warmth of his thighs and firmness of his chest. He manhandled me between his thighs, letting me get comfortable in my usual position: straddling his lap with nose in his clavicle to inhale his woodsy cologne. Goosebumps bloomed on my skin, my spine tingling from the way he was murmuring into my neck.

"Doesn't my lap feel nice and comfy much better than yucky big girl chairs huh…Do you love your Bubba? Can I get a kiss?"

"I lub you Bubba,"I mumbled into his cold cheek, my warm glossy lips leaving a pink waxy sheen.

"I love you too, baby koala. Is that a J pendant? Appa loves his baby peaches huh? You're an Appa girl?"

"Yeah!"

"What about Hobi? And Bubba? Who's your favourite?...Baby koala?" he patted my bum, receiving no response. I wasn't going to answer that question at all. I snuggled in deeper, taking a deep whiff of his cologne. I was susceptible to smells and Bubba's aroma always made me weak.

"Little one?" Hobi sung.I popped my head out."Everything okay?"

I nodded, nuzzling back into Bubba's pulse point, closing my eyes to inhale his smell."Baby koala, come get your nuggs," Bubba held one up for me to my mouth for me to nibble. I tried to reach out for it but he pulled it back.

"Uh uh, you must be so tired from bringing up these bags, let Bubba feed you."Papa cooed,dragging his chair closer to the couch.

Hobi mumbled,"you're lucky you're so cute," retrieving my Mang feeding tray from my backpack ,setting out my food in the spaces on the tray. He got my sippy of juice that Appa packed for me too.

"I love having my little baby koala wrapped up in my arms." He kissed my forehead before taking a bite of his burger. Papa watched me chew, making a funny face to make me giggle. "Come baby,"Bubba broke off a piece of his burger into a bite sized piece,"take a bite of this, eat up for Bubba….no arms down let us feed you...Is it good?"

I nodded excitedly,cheeks full of food like a chipmunk.

"Baby rainbow, try my chilli fries…chugga chugga choo-choo mmmm yumyumyum," Hobi smiled, scooping some sauce off my chin with his fork to let me eat the sauce. "Let Hobi see if Appa packed you a bib in your baby bag."

Appa pulled up to pick you up, the driver parking the S-Class. He was flicking through his phone gallery at your pictures. Jin hated being away from you. He switched screens to new dresses from Moschino that you would like, he wanted to start a colourful closet and have Hobi have an OCD moment and organise everything by colour.

He sighed, closing his new Samsung foldable phone. He rested his head back watching Hobi and Namjoon bring you out. You were perched on Hobi's hip, face pressed into his shoulder. Namjoon carrying out your backpack and food.

Jin opened the door for you watching security pile around you in the underground parking lot. One of them opened the door,"Is that my cub?" Appa grinned, tugging off his mask.

"Appa!" You cheered cutely, voice like a bell.

"My cub!" He cheered letting you sit in his lap,"and look who's with me?"

"Awr J!"

Jin swore he carried your RJ plushie around like a Gucci purse. All the boys did now, you just loved stuffies. Especially when they smelled like a daddy. You climbed out of his lap to Rj, clicking off his seat belt. Jin put in a soft seat belt cover knowing how it scratches your neck when you wear it.

"Is Yoongi's car here? I want her in her car seat today,"

"He just left," Namjoon and Hoseok looked over Jin noticing he was matching you, feeling infinitely jealous that he didn't match your clothes.

"Aish,well that means my cub can sit in my lap for the drive home? And Bubba and Hobi will see you at home? You can take a nap on the way and then Appa can get you to a bath with lots of bubbles and bath toys?"

"Yayy!" You cheered snuggling into his side.

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hollyschit · 6 months

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“I will orbit around you”

Author’s note: while i did want to try write these oneshots/stories without an mc name, I decided that I prefer to write with naming my characters. So introducing Lila.

I choose Lila because it’s derived from lilac which as we all know is purple. So borahae BTS and here is to my favourite guys.

Also this fic engages with littlespace and caregivers. Please familiarizr yourself with the concept before commenting.

Soft purple lights flitted around the nursery to draw out an elaborate galaxy, as Lila slept soundly with a bunny tucked under arm. Space and the galaxy was one of Lila’s newfound interests since Namjoon and Jungkook took her to the plantetarium to see the pretty planets and stars.

—planetarium—

While the trip had been kept very lowkey with both caregivers downing many layers of clothing from jackets to masks to hats and sunglasses indoors, the heat of their outfits inside the poorly air conditioned planetarium was worth it when seeing their angel smile and bounce around the place in excitement.

There she recited all the planets (in order of course) as her daddy Joonie taught her with her special love for pluto or 13430.

As she sat in the planetarium in between her two daddies immersed in the 4D film about planets and the galaxy, she wondered about something and asked:

“Daddy why is pluto not a planet” she looked up at her daddy Joonie as they looked up at the display screen upon hearing the narrator say that pluto was no longer considered a planet.

He always had all the answers in that smart head of his and Lila had always loved that one of her daddies would be answer all her whys and hows.

“Well Lila, because Pluto is too small to be considered a planet, so it’s a star, like my little stargirl” he explained copying her sentence structure to help her understand.

“But if being little makes me a star then does that mean kookie dada and daddy Joonie are big planets like Jupiter and Saturn?” She questioned suddenly no longer interested in the big screen.

“Yes my smart girl, daddies are the planets but you’re not just any little star, you’re a special star. The one we all orbit. Do you remember what that star is called?” Namjoon asked in his musing baby voice reserved for Lila.

“The sun daddy!! I’m the sun” giggled Lila as she pointed to herself excitedly because she knew the answer.

“Exactly sunshine, you are daddies sun and we’ll always orbit you because we love you.” Joon replied, taking her fingers and kissing each of them.

Satisfied with that answer, Lila refocused on the film, not knowing her daddies newfound focus on her. Namjoon smiled down as he glimpsed at Jungkook who listened to the entire interaction smiling as the caregivers tuned out the rest of the film and instead watched their star instead.

—present—

After that, Jungkook had obsessed himself with finding a galaxy nightlight to commemorate the trip but after multiple amazon orders and shopping trips, he (but mostly the other daddies) decided that none of those lights were good enough for their darling.

Some of them looked more like strobe lights which made it difficult for Lila to fall asleep and instead excited her too close to bedtime, making Jin work overtime to get her to sleep and Namjoon to exhaust his bedtime story supply. Others were fine but Tae, the ever expensive daddy deigned them “cheap-looking” and not fitting with the soft and luxurious aesthetic of the nursery which he and Yoongi had designed so naturally they too had to go.

This was the problem with having so many caregivers, everyone had an input into what was best for Lila and they all had different tastes and aesthetics so safe to say it was difficult sometimes. But Jungkook understood and he gave in to Lila’s other daddies, and looked for more galaxy lights.

Eventually Jungkook was at his wits end and muttered that he’d “just make one myself” after throwing out what must have been the 30th galaxy light.

So make that’s exactly what he went and did. He contacted manufacturers, drew up original designs, made tweaks here and there just to make it perfect for his star.

At one point he even decided that the galaxy did not look good enough for his angel so he took matters into his own hands and sketched up his own version of a galaxy, mapping out each star and colour just for the lamp.

It was a surprise to all the other members how dedicated he was to making this happen, sparing every moment between recording, interviews and practice to sketch up new revisions or call manufacturers. Eventually, Yoongi wondered if this was something ARMYs would like as well so he proposed the idea to Jungkook, and he initially said no since this was his passion project for his babygirl but later decided that it wouldn’t be the worse idea to lower economies of scale and gift ARMYs with a special gift he created. So that’s how the artist collection came about. And how Lila now had a custom galaxy light.

She truly was their sun.

Don’t forget to comment. I’ll be taking in requests for ideas so I don’t mind writing up new stuff

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sanri0girly · 1 month

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♡Hiii I'm sparkle!!! This is my lil girl blog!!! 🎀

I've been around here for a lil but this is a new account!!! I'm around a lot of different themes here so I just wanna be a weird girly blogging (*^^)v!!!

I live for sanrio!!! Along with anything pink and cute!! I’m a cat girly and I’m rlly into tons of different harajuku fashion sub styles!! I also love MLP!! I tend to regress sometimes as well so this is a safe place!!!

I'm also around edtwt and shtwt so pls keep that in mind when on my account!!! ‼️

Enjoyyyy~~~ 💖

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anxious-dumpling · 11 days

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Chapter Two: Father's Day! (3,000 words.)

♡ Fandoms: BTS, Stray Kids!

REQUESTS OPEN :)

RULES IN END NOTES!

♡ Characters:

Little!Reader

CG Jungkook

CG Taehyung

Playcare Owner Hoseok

EA Felix

EA Hyunjin

Little Jimin, IN, Seungmin

Everyone else is Teachers!

♡ Genre: SFW Littlespace, Fluff, Non Idol AU!

After moving from the rural city of Geochang to the bustling city of Seoul, your parents Jungkook and Taehyung decide to start you in a new Playcare Centre. Life is about to be so much different!

Time to be brave!

Like a kitty cat stalking her unsuspecting prey, you crawl up onto the bed.

"Papa," You whisper, leaning in close to his angelic face as he snores lightly, his dirty blonde hair splayed messily across his pillow. You bump the end of your nose into the tiny mole on his cheekbone. As he begins to stir, you turn to tap Jungkook's arm. "Daddy."

Both men slowly blink away their sleep, smiling weakly when they realize who's sitting between them.

Taehyung grabs his glasses from the nightstand, sliding them on and pulling you in for a warm hug.

"Good morning, early bird," He rasps, kissing your hair.

"Happy Father's Day," You cheer as calmly as you can, not wanting to startle them. "Wait... Or is it, 'Merry'?"

He laughs. "Whichever you want."

"Happy-Merry Father's Day, Papa," You decide, moving to give Jungkook a hug. "Happy-Merry Father's Day, Daddy."

"Thank you, baby," He snarls, squeezing you so tight to his bare chest you think you might snap like a bread stick!

You joke, "Owww!"

"You're the cutest." His tattooed hands fall to your waist as you pull away, heart fluttering as he fondly gazes up at you. "Aren't you?"

"Uh huh. You know what else I am, Papa and Daddy?"

Tae guesses, "Oh. You're... Jeon-Kim Haen?"

"You're hungry?" Jungkook adds.

"You're sleepy?"

"My favorite girl?"

"Funny?"

You can't help but giggle at their silliness, scrunching your nose at them.

"Sweet?"

"Creative?"

"Thoughtful?"

"Smart?"

"No," You shake your head. When they send you suspicious looks, you admit, "Okay, fine. I'm all'ose things. But I'm also... a chef!"

At the same time, they croon, "Ooh. A chef?"

You give a confident nod, putting on your best acting skills and sniffing the air. "Mmmm. What's that smell, you guys?"

They catch on quickly.

Taehyung grins boxily, "Did you make breakfast for us, sweetheart?"

Jungkook throws off the covers. "Well, we have go find out."

"Yeah!" You agree, climbing off the bed. "We have to go find out! Come on!"

Before Jungkook even has the chance to pull on a shirt, you grab his hand and drag him out of the room, Taehyung loyally following along behind you. The early morning sunshine breaks over you as you turn the corner, entering the sunny kitchen area together.

They both gasp softly at the sight that greets them.

Of course you cooked breakfast!

"Haen-ie," Taehyung's grin widens.

"Sit, sit, sit!" You push him forward, pleased to see him and Jungkook taking seats at the table. "I'll get water for you!"

As you run over to the fridge, the two men share a loving glance over the plates of food in front of them. You've spoiled each of them with a pile of hot, crispy eggs and fried rice leftovers, garnished with a pink marshmallow and a very, very large side of ketchup.

"I can't believe this, baby." Jungkook giggles cutely, as you return with a jug of cold water.

Taehyung is almost doubled over. "The marshmallow. Aww."

"Water for Daddy," You announce, pouring some into his glass. It slips a little, spilling a puddle onto the table, but Jungkook's hands shoot out and help you keep the jug steady. You do the same for Taehyung's glass with some more help from him. "And water for Papa!"

"Thank youuu," He cooes, taking a sip and very seriously considering the taste, as if it's a fine wine. "Mmmm. Very good."

Jungkook asks, "Chef Haen-nim, where did you get this delicious water?"

"It's straight from the Han River," You proudly tell him, taking a seat. "Masitkke deuseyo, Papa and Daddy."

"Masitkke deuseyo."

"Masitkke deuseyo," Taehyung bows, picking up his chopsticks and trying the rice, groaning as he chews. "Mm. Amazing."

Technically, it was him who cooked it for dinner last night, but it's been sprinkled with your love now! Even tastier!

"It looks like you-." Jungkook laughs, turning over his burnt egg. "Baby, did you cook this in the air frier?"

"Yep!" You chirp, watching as he stuffs it in his mouth, politely ignoring the blackened edge. "It was so easy!"

Your Papa and Daddy always tell you not to use the stove or the oven without their help, even if you put on the protective mittens, so you had to find another way to cook breakfast. It was scary hearing the sizzling oil and the loud, robot-like beep of the air fryer, but you love your Papa and Daddy so much that you forced yourself to be brave. You showed that stupid fryer who's boss - Jeon-Kim Haen!

"You're so talented, sweetness," Taehyung praises you. "Would you like to try Papa's marshmallow?"

He holds it to your lips, popping it into your mouth.

"S'ank you!"

"What about you, Jagi?" He looks at his husband. "You should eat your marshmallow, too. Don't waste it."

"Ah. So right," The man agrees, pinching it between his fingers.

"No, no, no," He stops him. "With the rice and eggs."

You giggle, trying not to spit gooey, pink dribble all over your chin as Jungkook gawks. "Wh-?! Punk, you fed yours to Haen already!"

"She loves marshmallows."

"Yah," He complains, twitching his head to the side and readying himself for the bite he's about to take. "How convenient."

"Haen-ie, Papa's smart, isn't he?"

You nod. "Papa is very smart."

"Smarter than Daddy, right?"

"Uh-huh."

Jungkook scoffs, smiling in the dim sunlight at the both of you before taking a bite of everything on his plate.

You wait with bated breath as he tests it out, surprisingly unfazed by the mixture of burnt egg, stale rice, and the sugary gummy.

"Aigo," He mutters, coughing a laugh, swallowing it down like a thick tar. "Why is it good?"

The three of you burst into giggles.

"What?! You're weird, Daddy."

He places his chopsticks down and cradles your face, pressing a wet, sweet-smelling kiss to your cheek. "Best breakfast ever, baby."

Taehyung subtly adds, "But Papa is going to have to cook us some real food after this..."

"Hyunjin-ie!" You squeal as soon as you enter the classroom. "Good morning!"

"Good morning, Haen-ie," The EA smiles gracefully, kneeling down to give you a brief, friendly hug. Leaning away, he holds both your hands, looking up at you with a gentle gaze and his long hair pulled back into a stylish bun. "How are you today?"

"You should ask me what I had for breakfast," You giggle, squeezing his fingers.

"Oh? What did you have for breakfast?"

"I had eggs, rice, and," You pause, cracking yourself up by whispering loudly, "Marshmallows!"

Hyunjin gasps like you've just slapped him, dramatic as ever. "Marshmallows?!"

"Yeah! Pink ones!"

"Why, why, why?"

"I made breakfast for my Papa and Daddy be- because it's Father's Day," You explain, beaming.

"Is that right? I can see why your Papa calls you 'sweetness', Haen-ie."

"It's because I'm sweet!"

"Yes, it is." Standing up, the man leads you over to the cubby shelves. "Sweet as a marshmallow!"

Putting away your backpack and greeting the other teachers, you head over to the toy area, where your friends Jeongin, Seungmin, and Jimin are grooving out to this morning's song, 'Wiggle, Spin!'. The three of them break out in excitement when they spot you.

"Haen-ie!" Jeongin exclaims, the alien antennas on his headband wobbling around. "Look! We're dancing!"

"I like dancing!"

"No, we're wiggling and spinning," Seungmin corrects the boy, spinning in a circle when the song tells him to. "See?"

As the rest of you follow suit and do a spin, Jimin claims, "This is dancing!"

"You gotta wear a headband, too," Jeongin grabs a matching one from the basket nearby, sliding it on your head. "There you go!"

"Thanks, Jeongin!"

"You're welcome, Hae- Oh!"

The song is suddenly telling you to wiggle your hips next, so you make sure to follow the command. Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle!

Once the move is over, Jeongin finishes his sentence. "You're welcome, Haen-ie."

"Who's Haen-ie?"

He tilts his head, copper colored hair falling over his eye. "What? It's you!"

"Nuh-uh. My name is Beep-Boop now!" You wag your antennas side to side. "'Cuz I'm an alien! See?"

"Ohhhh." He grins, his eyes squished closed. "You're welcome, Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," Jimin chirps.

Seungmin copies him. "Beep-Boop!"

"Beep-Boop," You agree with the alien. "Beepy-Beepy-Boop!"

"Beeeeep!"

"Hey, friends," Yeongbok's voice comes. You look up at him, met with the lovely EA's bright smile. You feel your whole body preen like a flower under a ray of sunlight, his antennas bouncing all over the place as he approaches you. "Can I dance with you?"

Without even thinking, all four of you waste no time shouting at him, "Beep-Boop!"

He blanches a little. "Is that a yes?"

You grab his hand. "Yes!"

"Aw. Thank you, kind alien. Did you guys know it's Father's Day today?"

"Oh! Yeah! I gave my Dad a big hug this morning," Seungmin announces.

Yeongbok's crooked smile widens. "That's amazing, Seungmin-ie."

"I hugged my Dad, too!"

You tell him, "I made my Papa and Daddy breakfast."

"Oh, Yeongbok," Jimin's mouth forms a pink 'O', like he's just remembered something. "Haen-ie has two Dads, you know!"

As everyone does another spin, Yeongbok agrees, "Yeah, she does. Isn't that great?"

"She's so lucky."

You stick a finger up, wanting to set something straight. "But Jimin, two Dads means there's- there's twice the Dad-farts!"

"Haen-," Yeongbok tries his best not to burst into laughter like the boys do. "Haen-ie, we don't talk about that sort of thing."

"And you can never decide who you want a piggyback from."

"She said, 'fart'!"

"And also, you can't use their shoes for playing dress-up, 'cuz they only have ugly loafers and grandpa sandals."

"Haen-ie, I hope that's not in your presentation today," Yeongbok chides very lightly.

"What? Shoes, or farts?"

He gives you a cheeky look. "Aigo. I'm going to tell Hyunjin that you're a little trickster."

"Hyunjin loves me," You argue, squealing when the EA grabs at your tummy, digging into you with tickling fingers. "Hey! He loves me!"

"Trickster," He taunts, "You're a little trickster!"

Pushing at his shoulders, you laugh, "That- That tickles, Ye-Yeongbok-ie! Ah!"

"Get off Beep-Boop!"

As Hoseok switches off the dancing song, your alien friends all jump your attacker, dog-piling him until he trips, landing on his butt on the foam padding of the floor. Headbands go flying, legs kicking wildly as Yeongbok growls in defeat like a wounded animal.

"Okay, friends," Your teacher interrupts the chaos, smiling knowingly at you as you stand there innocently.

"I'm sorry," Yeongbok laughs in his deep voice, "I'm sorry!"

"Dance time is over. Let's head over to our desks and get ready to give our presentations!"

You thrust your hands out at the pile of your friends, shouting, "Lazer beam!"

They all flop onto their sides, slowly rising and heading over to the learning area to recover from your dangerous alien powers.

You remember on your first day at Playcare, Hyunjin explained that dancing before class helps everybody get rid of their morning jitters, but you don't think that's entirely true. You did lots of dancing this morning, and as you watch Ahyun finish her presentation and return to her table, receiving a high-five from Hoseok, you can confirm that there is definitely at least one or two jitters in your belly.

When the applause dies down, your teacher speaks.

"Okay. Next on our list is," Hoseok scrolls down the iPad screen. "Ah. Haen-ie!"

He clicks around, causing a photo of you, Taehyung, and Jungkook to appear on the whiteboard, replacing Ahyun's family.

Everyone gives you a soft round of applause as you freeze up, unsure.

Jeongin and Jimin cheer, "Yay, Haen-ie!"

"Yay, Haen-ie!"

"You got this," Yeongbok pets your shoulder, the tiny freckles on his nose scrunching as he smiles.

"I got this," You whisper to yourself, standing from your seat.

Yeongbok and Hyunjin both send you a thumbs up, Hoseok gesturing for you to begin whenever you're ready.

You got this!

You shouldn't be nervous! These are your friends!

With one last glance over your shoulder at Taehyung and Jungkook on the board, you muster up the courage to face the class and begin politely, "Happy Father's Day, ev- everyone. This is my Papa and Daddy... Papa's the blonde one, and Daddy's the tall one."

You sound a bit like a robot, reciting the speech you wrote with Hoseok's help a few days ago.

"My Papa's a hairdresser and I love him because he makes my hair pretty every day. He's good at cutting hair and making it different colors, but he also likes doing pottery and taking photos with his big camera. My Daddy, he's an accountant... I don't know what that is, but he's very good at it, too. He likes to work out and he has lots of tattoos, and I love him because he ties my shoelaces for me."

You spot Hyunjin pouting harder than ever from the back of the class, looking like you've stolen his candy.

Yeongbok simply looks like a kicked puppy.

"Oh, and he does this thing called deadlifting," You giggle, remembering. "But he uses me instead of actual weights. It's really funny."

Small smiles break out across their faces.

"There's lots of reasons I love them, but Hoseok-seonsangnim said I only have two or three minutes.... so-, um..."

If you listed all of the reasons you loved your Papa and Daddy, you'd need at least three hours.

At least!

When you're at a loss for what else to say, Hoseok helps you out by prompting, "Why'd you choose this photo, Haen-ie?"

"Oh! I chose it because it's from the- from the day we moved to Seoul, and because Papa said it has his good side in it."

"Ahhh."

You point out, "We're at a cafe 'cuz it was a long drive from Geochang, and they were hungry. Well, that's what Papa said, but they didn't actually eat much. They just buyed this, um, little cake with a love-heart and 'Welcome Home', on it, and we ate it together."

Your teacher sends you a cheerful grin. "That's lovely, Haen-ie. Anything else you want to tell us?"

You share a glance with your table, where Yeongbok is shaking his head at you and the boys are all nodding.

Your ears go pink.

Yes, there is something else!

"Having two Dads means... you get twice the," You tease, watching your EA facepalm into the table. "Dad jokes!"

He raises his head, pleasantly surprised. You had managed to go the whole presentation without mentioning farts.

"Great job, Haen," Hoseok claps, rallying the class to join in. "Great job."

Returning to your desk, you sit down in your chair, welcomed back by Yeongbok petting your shoulder again.

"I did it!" You whisper. "I didn't even cry, or anything!"

"Amazing," He agrees.

"Okay, everyone. Only a few more to go now. Next up is-!"

That night, Taehyung lets you share the rest of the marshmallows while you all watch Jungkook's favorite movie - one with no swearing, punching, or bad guys, of course - Spirited Away. It's lucky that your tough Daddy is just as in love with Ghibli movies as you are!

After Chihiro crosses the river and Sen is freed from the Bathhouse, the credits start rolling.

Wrapped up in a blanket, Tae jokes, "How many times have you guys seen this movie now? Thirty?"

"A thousand."

"A thousand," You both say at the same time, giggling and high-fiving afterward.

After that, your Papa and Daddy decide they want to watch something else.

Your performance!

You step up onto the imaginary stage, which is really just the lounge room rug, and recite your speech all over again just for them. You don't sound so much like a robot, anymore. You sound like Jeon-Kim Haen, telling your parents how much you love them.

You love them because they always hold both your hands when you cross the street, which is very important!

You love them for making sure your clothes are clean, your belly is full, and your heart is happy.

You love the warm bear hugs Taehyung gives you, and you love the bone-crushing hugs Jungkook gives you.

You love Taehyung because when he sings you to sleep, it sounds like deep thunder clouds and smooth rocks.

When Jungkook sings you to sleep, it sounds like you're already dreaming!

And of course, you simply love that they're your parents.

Jimin is right.

You're lucky!

Taehyung and Jungkook don't quite give you the three hours you'd need to list all your reasons. It's almost your bed time and they can tell you're getting sleepier by the minute, but it's definitely enough time to melt their hearts into marshmallow-goo.

"Yah! I'm not cryinggg-uhhhhh!" Jungkook whines when you're done, slapping his husband, "You are!"

Taehyung doesn't even deny it. "I am!"

"Oh, wait."

As Taehyung completes the last button on your pyjama shirt, you run over to your backpack, digging through it.

"I forgot to-... to give this to you. It's still Father's Day, right, Papa?"

"Of course." He cooes. "What kind of Dad would I be if I put you to bed after midnight?"

Ohh. Found it!

"Here."

"What's this?" He smiles, holding out his hands.

You place a smooth, colorful stone in his palms.

"It's for you and Daddy."

You Rock, The paint on the front side says, and on the bottom side, Happy Father's Day. From Haen.

"Namjoon-seonsangnim said it's a joke in English," You explain, rubbing your eyes. "He thinks he's really funny, you know."

Your Papa chuckles, kissing your cheek. "Thank you, sweetest. Maybe Daddy will understand it. Let's ask him tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay," You yawn. "Tomorrow."

"Let's get you into bed. You're late for your sweet dreams."

The next morning, when you hand the stone to Jungkook at the breakfast table, he just starts giggling to himself.

"Ah, seriously... Your Dad jokes are better than ours, baby."

"Namjoon-seonsangnim is gonna love it when I tell him that."

End Notes:

Of course, this is dedicated to everyone out there who's never gotten the chance to make happy memories on Father's Day <3333

Please share your thoughts and leave some suggestions for future chapters! ʕ•◡•ʔっ♡!

Things I won't write.

- Smut.

- Self-harm.

- Intense angst.

- Anything unrelated to Haen or Littlespace.

Everything else goes!

Current roles.

- Taehyung: Parent Caregiver.

- Jungkook: Parent Caregiver.

- Jin: ???

- Namjoon: Art / English Teacher.

- Hoseok: Homeroom Teacher / Playcare Owner.

- Yoongi: Music Teacher.

- Jimin: Little.

- Bangchan: ???

- Lee Know: ???

- Han: ???

- Changbin: Sports Teacher.

- Hyunjin: EA / Art Teacher.

- Felix: EA.

- Seungmin: Little.

- Jeongin: Little.

I encourage you to be friendly and patient with me! ^◡^

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