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xoxiu · 9 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

taglist: @0funsite0, @frieschan

a/n: this chapter is more of a one-shot update i wrote 4-5 years after posting the first chapter

Ophelia was happy. All she knew was that she had her Daddies, and that she was finally safe. Those years of fending for herself were over, as she had seven caretaker tending to her every want and need.

She recently developed a very nasty and long cold. Daddies moved a mattress down into the living room so they could keep an eye on her. At least two of them, usually Seokjin and Jimin, would sleep on the couches, and sometimes Namjoon or Hoseok would sleep on the mattress with her.

Currently, Ophelia was laying down on the mattress, drinking a bottle full of juice and watching whatever anime Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung were watching. It was very rare that Ophelia ever got juice, and was savoring every second of the fruit punch taste. She played with the nipple of the bottle as she watched what appeared to be vampires on the TV fight with swords and magic.

"How are you feeling, sweetheart?" Jin walked over to Ophelia, already hearing the wheezing sounds from her nose before he even got next to her. Ophelia didn't reply, only staring back at Jin with watery eyes. "Oh, honey."

"You might have to take her to Jackson-hyung," Jimin spoke up, "poor thing's been wiping her nose all day and coughing more than usual."

"That's what I had planned," Jin replied, taking the bottle away from Ophelia and replacing it with a pacifier. "He arranged to meet us at his office at noon today to see Ophelia."

It was already 10:30, and the drive into Seoul would be just over an hour, so Seokjin had to get Ophelia ready quick. It would be him and Namjoon taking her to the hospital to see Doctor Jackson and get her sinus issues checked out.

Seokjin placed Ophelia on his hip, and she immediately buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny..." she mumbled, reaching a hand out towards Jungkook. Seokjin chuckled at how she was mimicking their nickname for Jungkook. She was just too adorable.

"No, no, baby. No bunny right now," Seokjin told the little, "We have to make sure you're healthy before you can have your bunny."

Ophelia pouted behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, and reached a hand out to Jungkook as Seokjin took her away. Jungkook playfully reached a hand out towards Ophelia in return, mimicking her sad pout as well.

Throughout the years, Jungkook and Ophelia grew a special bond. Jungkook was the youngest Daddy, who did more play than discipline. Ophelia liked the he treated her as an equal almost, and loved that he always took her side whenever she was in trouble. 'She's just a baby,' he would say, 'She doesn't know any better.'

Seokjin took Ophelia out to the car, where Namjoon was already waiting in the passenger seat. Seokjin placed the little in her carseat and strapped her in snug. In the front seat, Namjoon reached into the center console for her iPad, unlocking it and turning on the YouTube Kids app.

"Here you go, Lia," Namjoon said. After a minuscule moment of silence, Seokjin looked at Ophelia in the rearview window.

"Ophelia," the girl in question shot her head up with wide eyes. She wasn't used to being called her legal name, unless she was in trouble. "Daddy just gave you that to play with. What do you say?"

"Thank you, Daddy." Ophelia said, but from behind the pacifier it sounded more like 'Tank chu 'addy'.

The car ride was mild at best. The only noise was from the cutesy songs coming from Ophelia's iPad (as well as the voices of Russian children, a weird and new part of YouTube that Ophelia has explored). Namjoon and Seokjin caught each other up on Ophelia's symptoms so they were on the same page at her appointment. The car came to a stop outside of Seoul National University Hospital, and Ophelia began to fuss and become distressed at the sight of the building.

"Li li, it's okay," Namjoon said, turning around in his seat. "It's only for a few minutes, trust me."

Namjoon got out first and took Ophelia into his arms. He pulled her hood up as the breeze picked up, making the air slightly chilly. The three walked in through doors, and Lia was surprised to see very few people throughout the halls. She assumed the hospital would be filled with people and noise, but it was rather calming.

They eventually entered a room where a man in a white coat was standing near a door on the opposite side of the room.

"Jackson!" Seokjin smiled at the man, "It's so nice of you to do this for us."

"No problem at all," Jackson said, eventually locking eyes with Ophelia. She immediately turned to hide in Namjoon's shoulder, who only ran a hand through her hair in return.

"Oh my god, you guys. She is just the cutest thing," Jackson said in awe. He walked over to get a better look at Ophelia. "Hi, there. What's your name, sweetheart."

Ophelia attempted to nearly merge into Namjoon, wanting to get away from the stranger named Jackson. She didn't want to talk to him, see him, or let him touch her. He was scary.

"Someone's just a little shy," Namjoon said, patting Ophelia's diapered bum. "This is Ophelia."

Ophelia was sat on a cold hospital bed as Namjoon and Seokjin sat in the chairs next to her. She immediately reached out to be held by them, but Namjoon wasn't sure if she would be allowed on his lap during her examination. He reached a hand out to hold Ophelia's, and that seemed to calm her nerves enough.

"Okay, so I heard the little one has a bit of a sinus issue," Jackson said with a smile, "What exactly is she experiencing? A runny nose? Congestion?"

"She's had a constant runny nose, and every time she blows it there's blood and a lot of mucus. She also has been wheezing a lot, like she almost can't breathe through her nose with how congested she is." Seokjin looked over at the little, who was pulling her hoodie strings to hide her face in her hood.

"Oh, and she's had a major headache and cough, too." Namjoon added on.

Jackson hummed as he typed on his computer. "And how long has this been going on?"

"The runny nose? At least two months. The cough and headache just started recently." Namjoon replied as he reached out to pull the hood off from around Ophelia's face. She whined and kicked her feet in protest. Jackson seemed to pick up on her discomfort.

"How about you put her on your lap while I check her nose and such?"

Ophelia immediately reached out to be picked up by Namjoon. He held her on his lap while putting his hands over her's, forcing them to remain in her lap. Jackson approached them with a little black magnifying glass type device, and instructed Ophelia to stay 'extra super still' while he looked in her nose.

"Yup, it's definitely dry and inflamed. Nothing some nasal spray can't fix, thought." Jackson said, throwing away the tip of the tool.

Ophelia sat in her car seat sucking on the green apple lollipop Jackson had given her. She had a wide smile and giggled as they drove away.

"Well, baby, how about we get you some McDonald's for being so good?" Seokjin asked, already knowing the answer.

"MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS! MCDONALDS!" Namjoon chanted from the passenger side, causing Ophelia to giggle harder.

"Can we get Bunny McDonald's, too?"

"Of course we can, honey."

Ophelia had the best Daddies.

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xoxiu · 11 months

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twinkle - ot7 x reader

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a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

Warmth. A comforting heat surrounding her was the first thing Ophelia felt as she slowly came back to reality. The softness of where she was laying alongside the warmth was enough to nearly lull her back to sleep until the realization that her bed at home should not be this comfortable held her back. But still, her eyes felt too heavy to open just yet.

While her current comfort never came from her own bed, it was a feeling she felt on frequent occasions. She and her friends often had sleepovers together, all of them cuddled up on one bed with piles of blankets surrounding them. Maybe that's where she was- she just had too much to drink and ended up blackout drunk with all her friends. She reached out her arm, which felt much heavier than normal, and attempted to hit one of her friends sleeping next to her to wake them up. Except her arm didn't come in contact with skin, only what felt like a wooden bar.

A wooden bar?

Turning her head towards where she threw her arm, she could see through her barely open eyes that this was not, in fact, any of her friends' bedrooms. Ophelia went to rub the sleep out of her eyes and her arms were sore, almost as if she had been working out all night. Once her hands met her face, she left them there even after rubbing her eyes; they felt too heavy to move.

Ophelia groaned and tried to sit up to see her surroundings better. She eventually sat up by putting her weight on her arms behind her to push her up, but soon fell backward, hitting her head on the bars on her short way down. Hissing in pain, she continued her attempt. Eventually, she sat up and rested her back on the white bars.

The room surrounding her was dimly lit, with a light hue of pink due to the early morning sunshine shining through the sheer pink curtains. As her eyes adjusted, Ophelia noticed that the room had a pink and white theme to it- white furniture with baby pink accents. She looked down at where she was sitting; a crib with white bars, pink comforter and pillow, and white sheets with small cartoon pandas on them. Ophelia would've thought it was cute had she not been trapped in it.

The crib was in the corner of the room, with a walk-in closet in the corner diagonally. A dresser was straight ahead of where Ophelia sat- it had multiple stuffed animals atop it. To the left of the crib, also in a corner, was a changing table with cupboards above it. A large sliding door was on the wall between the changing table and closet, covered by the pretty pink curtains, and Ophelia could see that it led to a balcony.

Besides the balcony doors, there were two other doors in the room- one in front of Ophelia, to the left of the dresser, and another on the wall to the right of her. This gave Ophelia three potential options to escape this strange room she was in. She didn't know where the two wooden doors led to, but she knew the balcony doors led outside, guaranteeing her an immediate way out. Now her only problem was getting out of the crib with her weak limbs.

Gripping onto the bars, Ophelia attempted to use them to pull herself up to her feet. After many attempts, she finally managed to stand on her shaky legs. Most of her body weight was on the bars of the crib, trying to flip herself over. The bars went up to her waist, making it rather difficult to just flip herself using her own weight, but she persisted. Once she managed to lift a leg up and over the rails, she quickly fell down, loud and hard, onto the white carpeting.

She winced and opened her mouth in a silent scream as she landed on her back. After the majority of the pain passed, Ophelia rolled herself onto her forearms and was about to sit up when one of the doors open.

Jimin had woken up when he heard a loud bang from across the hall. He didn't think much of it at first, assuming it was only Jin or Tae working on the baby room again. Once he remembered that Ophelia was now in the room, he shot up out of bed not caring if he woke Yoongi up or not. After the short rush to the nursey, Jimin opened the door, revealing his baby laying on the floor.

"Good morning, baby. You're up early," Jimin said with a smile, bending down to the ground so he was eye-level with Ophelia. "What are you doing out of your crib?"

Ophelia only stared at the stranger with a look of confusion and fear. Her trance was broken when the man picked her up, causing her to instinctively scream and attempt to get down. She pushed against his chest, kicked her legs, and squirmed as best as she could with her weak muscles, but it had no effect on Jimin's hold on her.

"Let me down," Ophelia said, continuing her efforts to escape.

Jimin wasn't phased by the girl's squirming. He actually found it cute. "Someone's fussy this morning," He said, continuing to gently bounce her on his hip. Ophelia quickly tired herself out and threw her head back with a groan. Jimin had to readjust his hold on the small girl so that she wouldn't fall backwards out of his arms.

Once she was settled in his arms, Jimin gave a smile and began walking out of the room. Ophelia panicked at the sudden movement, instinctively grabbing onto Jimin to ensure she wouldn't fall. She dug her nails into the side of his neck, causing Jimin to wince at the slight pain. He grabbed Ophelia's smaller hand and held it in his own to keep it from harming him further.

"Don't hurt Mommy, baby- It's not nice,"

Ophelia stared at Jimin as if he had gone insane. "What the fuck." She said, confused as to why he had referred to himself as 'Mommy.' From what Ophelia could see, he was a young man not much older than herself; definitely not her 'Mommy.'

Jimin gave an overexaggerated gasp and released Ophelia's hand to tap his own against her mouth. "We do not use that kind of language, little one."

Ophelia continued to stare at Jimin, silently judging him. 'Did he just scold me?' she thought. Wanting nothing more than to get out of his hold, she reached up to scratch him again until she felt him walking down the stairs. The sudden bouncing and fear that he could potentially throw her down the steps caused her to hold back on harming of Jimin and instead hold on tighter.

Once they were down the stairs, Ophelia could see outside through the window, which was large and took up the entire front wall. The sun was rising, which coated the grass and trees outside in a sun-kissed, orange hue. Ophelia also noted that there were no other houses nearby, slimming her chances of being discovered by a neighbor.

Ophelia kept her attention on the windows and front door, so she didn't even hear Jimin speaking to her until he gently bounced her, taking her out of her thoughts.

"Are you watching the sunrise, baby?" Ophelia ignored him again.

The front door didn't have an obvious lock, so all Ophelia had to do to get out would be to twist the doorknob lock. Or, at least she hoped. From all the murder and crime documentaries she's watched, she knew there was always a catch; it couldn't be as easy as twisting the doorknob.

The only thing on her mind was getting out of the strange house, so when she felt herself being lowered from the man's arms, she started to make a break for the front door. What she wasn't anticipating was to be sat down and buckled into a highchair.

A highchair, of all things.

This brought her back to reality (somewhat), and she immediately began to try to take the tray off the highchair, since she couldn't reach the straps with it on. She didn't expect it to budge, anyway- she couldn't even take the tray off of Rose's highchair. After many failed attempts, Ophelia let out a frustrated groan and began yelling at Jimin to take her out of the chair.

Jimin, however, ignored her fit and continued to pour her cereal into a small bowl. The milk was being heated in the microwave, and once it was out Jimin poured in a bit of powder into it. It was a drug Taehyung had said would make her calm and compliant, something Ophelia really needed to be right now. Jimin wasn't too sure how much to put in, since Ophelia was small and Jimin didn't like the idea of drugging her, so he only put in a teaspoon of the white powder.

Taehyung was a genius when it came to creating drugs and medicines. He knew exactly what nearly everything did, and how much would be lethal (very handy when you're involved in mafia business). He really prepared for when Ophelia came; he knew she wouldn't naturally adjust, so he prepared powders to make her sleep, calm, excitable, heighten her emotions, and many others. Some were impractical, while others they had considered using daily- the calming one to be exact.

Jimin shook the bottle while walking back over to Ophelia, who had now calmed down but was still working on taking the tray off. The highchair was placed at the head of the table, so Jimin took a seat to the girl's right. Once Ophelia noticed Jimin was back, she stopped her attempts at escape and glared daggers at the short man.

"Take this off," she said, her voice low and menacing, "Now."

"You're so cute," Jimin cooed, placing the bowl of dry cereal on the tray, bottle still in his hands. "Do you want to eat your cereal first? Your bottle's still a bit too hot for your little mouth."

The glare never left Ophelia's face as she diverted her attention from Jimin to the pink plastic bowl of colorful cereal. Honestly, she was starving. Ophelia couldn't remember the last time she ate anything, but she was sure she could go a little bit longer without food- she's done it many times before.

Realizing she wouldn't eat the cereal willingly, Jimin grabbed a piece and held it up to Ophelia's mouth. "Open up, baby." Ophelia only continued to stare at Jimin with disgust, and occasionally looked down at the purple Froot Loop held to her lips.

"You want your bottle first?" Jimin asked, testing the temperature of the milk on his wrist. It had cooled down to a decent temperature now, and with a smile, Jimin now held the nipple to Ophelia's mouth.

Ophelia's eyes went wide as the bottle was brought towards her mouth, and began to violently shake her head back and forth. In her thrashing, she swiped the bowl of cereal onto the ground, the noise causing her to stop her squirming. She looked towards Jimin, who now lost his smile and seemed pissed.

Oh no.

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