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(mark)john-do

lightly based on the 'welcome to my hometown sleepover JCC'

fluff then angst

TW - DOYOUNG GETTING CAUGHT IN HEADSPACE.

also this chapter has diapers in it for anyone weirded out by it. i personally find it cute.

in this johnny is caregiver but mark doesn't know about headspace.

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- johnny pov

lowercase intended.

we are in america for our tour and taeyong said we could stop by my house in chicago, i can't wait to see mom and dad. hopefully they don't bring the old photos out. my parents know about doyoung's littlespace, but the others don't. i think doyoungie hopes to keep it that way for as long as possible.

'are you nervous?' i look down to see doyoung sat next to me, drowning in my purple hoodie. looking up at me, he must have stolen it from me. 

'yeah' i reply. 'really?'
i nod.
'i don't know why.'

suddenly the bus rolls to a halt and i hear a crowd of voices 'we're here!' 'what is it?' 'is this it?' 'wah its a beautiful home'

'JOHNNY'S HOME'

i laugh as the nerves suddenly fade away, i feel at home, with my two families.

'mom!' i run and hug her, its been too long but its nice to finally be back. we walk inside, doyoung trailing behind me as my mom and dad greet everyone at the door, taeyong walks in last and i see my mom squishing his face out of the corner of my eye 'taeyong-ssi!', its nice to see everyone so happy, it hasn't been like this in a while. doyoung and my mom talk to each other in the corner of the room as i talk to my dad.

'how are you john?' i smile, 

'im doing well dad, how are you? keeping healthy?'

 'yes, always' he says 'how is dongyoung?'

 'he's doing well dad, he got quite scared on the plane, not sure why he's never been that fussed.'

 'ah he might have been a bit small if you know what i mean. well you take care of him hmm?, you should go inside, go be with mom'.

time skip :)

'ahh thankyou!' 'YESS' 

'app- hyung come eat' i look at doyoung, worriedly, he might be slipping but he sends me a look that says he's okay, i walk towards the table with him, my hand on his shoulder for comfort, i wish i could pull him onto my lap or something but the others would think it weird. we are close but not that close, not that anyone knows of at least.. 

'thanks for the meal!' 

after dinner, mom went on and on about stories from when i was younger, i kept my eye on doyoung though, he seemed calm on the outside but i know its just a facade, he cried on the plane so he must be tired. 'poor baby' i thought. 

time skip :) 

the light outside the windows was completely gone now, this is where we part. Doyoung and Mark are staying over with me at the house, and the rest are going back to the hotel. we only have one problem, with doyoung going the way he is, he'll have fully slipped in a couple of hours, and mark can't find out that way. if i can convince him to take a nap he'll be okay though, he needs it. he looks exhausted.

i walk into the kitchen to find doyoung sat with my mom at the table, my mom glances at me as i approach, seemingly concerned, i look at her and with a nod, i walk over to doyoung. i put my hands on the corners of the back of the chair he's sat on, standing behind him. i lean down and whisper in his ear, 'baby' he looks at me with eyes sparkling and red. fighting to stay open. 'a-appa, t-tired' he whimpers, my mom looks at him, sympathetic, as i hold my arms out and he crawls into me, 'appa' he whines and puts his head on my shoulder, he must be really small. i shift him onto my hip as i tell my mom im going to put him down for a nap. she smiles and caresses his cheek, 'poor baby, he must be tired from the flight. take care of him john, it takes a lot of trust for this.' i nod as i smile at the thought of being my baby's appa. i make my way past mark, without being seen and i walk upstairs to my old room. i make sure to bring the blue whale backpack with me too. i open the door with one hand, the other around doyoung's butt for support and i lay him down on the bed. he cries as i let go of him but i shush him, 'shh its okay baby, dada's got you hmm?' the cries die down. i reach for the bag that we brought for emergencies, and pull out a stuffed whale. youngie's always had a thing for whales. 

i think for a moment, wondering whether he needs a diaper on, i go with my gut, strapping it round his bare waist. mark won't think to come up here and youngie is pretty small at the moment so its better to be safe than sorry. i slip his nummy into his mouth and instantly he starts to suck on it. he rubs his face against his whale plush as i cover him over with the duvet. he opens his eyes and stares up at me,i smile at him and rub his head. he relaxes into the covers and drifts off to sleep. 

i quietly make my way downstairs and i make up some excuse that mark surprisingly believed, i go to talk to my mom for a bit, i've missed her.

timeskip :) again 

mark and my dad are playing baseball in the garden when i hear a whine from upstairs, its been an hour so he should be good, i excuse my self from talking to my mom to go find him, my baby.

i walk through the door and doyoung is sat on the bed, legs crossed, nummy in hand with his whale plush. i go up to him and he whimpers, rolling his heel on his butt. im unsure of what he wants so i try to lift him up but he whines 'no dada, down down.' i put him back down onto the bed and he starts to cry, i need to figure put whats making him so fussy quickly. he continues to cry and all i can do is sit there and rub his back, finally he murmurs something out but i don't catch it 'needpeepee' i sigh, i finally know why hes so fussy but im confused as to why he didnt use the diaper.'h-hurts da-daddy' he's hiccuping now from all the crying soi sit on the floor next to him. 'baby... why don't you use the diaper? its ok baby'
'it's yu-yucky da-daddy'
'that's okay baby boy, come on, lets get you up' 

we walk to the door of the ensuite bathroom but just before i can open it Doyoung falls to the ground whining and whimpering in relief as i watch the strip on the outside of the nappy turn blue as he sits there, a now wet nappy around his bum, i pick him up and tell him that it's okay,and that it happens sometimes. 'its okay baby, that's what they're for. you're still daddy's good boy hm?' he sniffs and stops crying as i change him.

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