𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 [little!RM/K.NJ] (DISCONTINUED)

25. Mishap at the Park

"Jinnie? I ish bowed!" Namjoon sat on the couch, cuddled up underneath Seokjin, who scrolled on his phone. "Wan go pway! Can Joonie go pway?"

"You wanna go play, Joonie?" Seokjin asked, clicking his phone off and looking at the little, who's eyes were shiny. 

"Mhm! Wan go pawk! Wanna go pawk!" Namjoon clapped and Seokjin frowned. He didn't want to go into public with Namjoon like this, after risking it the first time. But then again, he couldn't resist those sparkly eyes full of hope that looked at him, waiting for an answer.

He sighed and ruffled Namjoon's hair. "Of course, gumdrop. We can go to a park."

"Yay!!" Namjoon clapped and spring up from the sofa, placing his hands on his hips. "Joonie gonna get dwessed nows cus I a big boy!"

Seokjin chuckled as Namjoon raced upstairs to his room and closed the door. Seokjin followed him at a slower pace and knocked on the closed door lightly. "Are you sure you don't need any help, gumdrop?"

There was a pause of silence and Namjoon's voice rang out again. "I gots stuck, Baba."

Seokjin chuckled to himself and opened the door to see Namjoon stuck in his blue shirt, his arms where the neck should be. He giggled clumsily. "Oops. Sowwy Baba."

Seokjin assured him it was okay and helped him tug the shirt on normally, then helped him clip his overalls on. He pulled the little's tall baby-blue striped socks on and tied his crayon-graffitied sneakers.

"And how old is my Joon?" Seokjin asked softly, watching Namjoon waddle to the car, almost tripping over his feet.

"I ish fouw!" Namjoon lisped, his dimples popping with his smile. Seokjin nodded, grateful that Namjoon was in a old enough headspace to go to the park and behave.

"Good. Now, let's go!" Seokjin opened Namjoon's car door and Namjoon practically leapt into his car seat. The caregiver buckled him in and Namjoon clapped.

"Go! Go!" Namjoon giggled as Seokjin closed the door and rent eres the car on his side, staring the car and driving away.

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"Okay, wear your mask and keep this hoodie on. Can you do that for Baba?" Seokjin asked. Namjoon nodded quickly.

"Mhm! Joonie pwomise!" Namjoon ran to the park and immediately went to the swings. He really liked the swings, almost as much as the twisty slide.

The park was nearly empty and the few people at the park didn't pay much mind to the little, who ran around excitedly and squealed every time he liked something. A parent or two gave Seokjin and Namjoon odd looks, but nothing too terrible. Seokjin was grateful that this was going so well, and Namjoon ha splayed at the park for nearly a whole hour, before deciding to finally go on the twisty slide.

Seokjin watched as Namjoon disappeared into the slide with a "WHEEE!", and came out of the other end, his hoodie down and off of his head.

His blue hair was illuminated in the sunlight and this caught a woman's attention. Her eyes fell on him and Seokjin noticed the recognition in her eyes. She smirked and reached in her purse, no doubt for a cell phone.

Seokjin's heart pounded in his chest. He ran to the giggling little and pulled his hoodie over his head aggressively, not meaning to be so rough. He was just panicked.

"Baba! Owie!" Namjoon whined. Seokjin looked around and tugged on Namjoon's hand.

"Joonie? I think someone saw you." Seokjin kept his face down as the woman stared judgingly at the pair. She reached for her cell phone and started to hold it up, when Seokjin pulled Namjoon off of the slide and towards the parking lot. "We need to go. Now."

"Bu... baba!" Namjoon protested, ready to throw a fit until he saw how serious Seokjin's face was.

"Joon, we have to go." Seokjin nearly ran to the car with Namjoon in tow, struggling to keep up and waddling behind him. He didn't really know what was going on, only that they had to get away.

Little did either of them know, the woman snapped a picture of the two, smirking to herself.

The ride home was nearly silent. Seokjin tapped his fingers on the steering wheel, brimming with anxiety. He knew this was a bad idea! He tried mot to think about it. The best thing to do would be to talk to BigHit and get whatever proof there was deleted... right? Yeah, that seemed right to Seokjin. He racked his brain as he navigated home, his mind swarmed with worry.

By the time they got home, Seokjin had figured out why the ride was so quiet; Namjoon had fallen asleep in the car, sucking his thumb. Seokjin woke him up, but instead of words, Namjoon fought him off with babbles and whines.

"Baba! Nini go Joo ah..."

"Awww... you're not such a big boy anymore, are you Joonie?" Seokjin asked, poking the little's stomach. Namjoon giggled and Seokjin picked him up out of his car seat, resting him on his hip. Namjoon babbled as Seokjin opened the door to the dorms.

"Jimin-ah! I have somewhere to be, can you watch Namjoon?" Seokjin asked, seeing Jimin on the floor, watching a regressed Taehyung painting on a colorful canvas and sitting on the floor. An old sheet was under him and the canvas, making sure he didn't get the floor to messy. He also wore a little smock with a frog on it, to make sure he himself didn't get to messy, either.

Jimin nodded and reached for a little piece of paper and some finger paints that came in the set of washable paint. Namjoon's eyes sparkled as he clapped upon seeing the art supplies. "Sure, hyung. I'll go get him a smock, leave him to me." Jimin shrugged, as Seokjin put Namjoon down on the floor with the other two.

Jimin got up from his spot on the floor to grab Namjoon a smock from Taehyung's closet.

"Be good for Jimin-ah. Okay?" Seokjin knelt down and asked Namjoon, who babbled and smacked his caregiver's face lovingly. "I'll take that as a yes."

Jimin returned and sat on the floor just as Seokjin had gotten up. Jimin tied the smock onto Namjoon's body and looked up at Seokjin with worry in his expression.

"Where are you going, Jin-hyung?" Jimin asked inquisitively. Seokjin's face became dark and worried.

"I... I need to talk with some managers. I think someone recognized us at the park." Seokjin whispered, as Jimin's eyes widened.

"Hyung..."

"Please, just keep Namjoon little. I don't want him slipping out of littlespace and getting stressed over this." Seokjin quietly pleaded, looking from the two littles, to Jimin.

He nodded and gave a thumbs up, smiling. His eyes scrunched up when he grinned. "You can count on me, hyung. Go take care of things! Fighting!"

Seokjin nodded and turned to leave the living room, closing the door and heading out to take care of this issue.

He prayed it could even be taken care seriously.