Our little chick (NCT dream ft. NCT)

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It was a long day after recording, and Nct Dream were exhausted. Especially their maknae Jisung. All Jisung wanted to do was go home, put on comfortable clothes, cuddle with his favorite stuffed chick and regress into littlespace.

But Jisung couldn't do that. Because unlike most littles he didn't have a caregiver or anyone to look adter him. And Jisung wasn't going to lie. It was pretty lonely at times. But he just couldn't bring himself to tell the members. Or atleast his dream hyungs.

On the way home, Jisung was practically dying. He was on the verge on slipping straight into baby space but had to fight the urge. Which only got harder when Chenle decides to blast Baby shark.

"BABY SHARK DUDUDUDUDU~
BABY SHARK DUDUDUDUDU~"

Chenle screamed at the top of his lungs frightening the almost little Jisung. Which caught the attention of the eldest member in the group.

"Hey Jisung you good?" Mark asked.

"Uh y-yeah m' fine" Jisung said in a small voice. And the older noticed how his voice seemed to be higher then his usual deep speaking voice.

But Mark decided not to pressure the younger into giving him an answer. Instead he just simply asked Chenle to quiet down a bit.

"Oh ok sorry Mark hyung" Chenle said, lowering the volume on his music and singing quieter.

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Once the arrived home everyone was in the living room getting ready for dinner... Well almost everyone.

Jisung was quietly sitting on the floor of his room in a nice baby blue onesie and sucking on a pacifier to match. He was closely cuddle to his little chick stuffie.

Jisung was way to little to walk so he tried to crawl over to his bed. A big mistake because it ended with him falling back on the floor with a very loud thud. Also hitting his head on his side table.

Muffled cries escaped the littles mouth and he put a hand on his head, only to see that he was bleeding.

Now it wasnt a lot of blood. He had just a small scartch. But to Jisung it was the end of the world. Which made his cries slightly louder.

****with the other****

Mark was sitting on the couch when he heard a loud thump from upstairs.. Thinking that jisung must have fallen. And it wasn't until a few seconds later he heard small cries coming from upstairs.

Looking around to see if the others heard. (Which they didn't) Mark sneakily went upstairs and followed the cries.

Which lead him to Jisung's room. He mentally knoked on the door.

"Hey Jisung I heard crying. Are you all right?" He asked. And when he did he got nothing but silence in return. Which only worried the older.

So without thinking he slowly opened the door. And to his suprise he found Jisung sitting on the floor with a onesie, a stuffed chick, a baby blue pacifier in his mouth and swollen eyes. And a small cut on his head.

And before Mark could even register what was happening. Jisung broke out into more not so quiet cries.

Which only lead Mark to panic as he quickly closed the door and ran to the Maknae.

He so naturally picked him up and set him on his lap.

"Shhhh dont cry, your ok, shhhh" Mark said is a soft tone, rubbingcomforting circles on the youngers back.

And it wasn't untill the younger had calmed down that Mark finally realised.

He looked down and the younger and asked.

"Jisung, Are you a little?" Jisung nodded into the elders chest has he started tearing up again. Think his hyung was disgusted.

"Oh no don't cry its ok." Mark said.

"Chu no hate wittle sungie?" The little asked with glossy eyes.

And Mark died if cuteness.

"No I don't hate little Sungie"

There was an akward silence before then little whined and pointed to is very small cute in his head.

"Booboo"

Mark just chuckled and nodded.

"Yes a very small booboo, would you like a bandaid?" He asked. The little just nodded.

"Ok I'll be back" Mark gently set the little on his bed and walked to the bathroom to grabbed a bandaid. And when he got back he place it on Jisungs small cut.

"There no more booboo" Mark said. And the younger just nodded and looked down.

The older didn't know why he was looking so sad. And so he asked.

"What's wrong?"

"M' habs no dada wike da othew wittles.. Der dada's fix der booboos" He said.

Mark could feel his heart break untill an idea popped in his head.

"Jisung, would you like it if I was your dada?"

The little looked up with the biggest puppy eyes he could make and nodded.

Mark just smiled and effortlessly lifted jisung into his arms.

And that was the day Jisung got his first dada.

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Sorry if it is short.. This is my first fanficfion.. Hope you enjoyed though. Please vote.

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