Messy Ateez Sickfics + Littlefics [Oneshots]

𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘺-𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢 [𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘯] 🍼

a/n: this is the first chapter on here and i have a lot of ideas for other pairings, i'm also not 100% sure on their actual dorm arrangements, i'm just making them up as i go, so bear with me. despite all that, i'm pretty excited for this and hope you like it! 

little: wooyoung 

caregiver: san (dada) 

no one's pov:

the night prior was a busy one. most of the members scrambled to adjust the final bits and pieces of their track list before finally submitting everything the night before the deadline. there was yelling, complaining, and a little bit of crying coming from everyone. everyone was having a difficult night, but everything seemed to be all too much for one member specifically, wooyoung. the other members knew that wooyoung was a little, but they were all so stressed that none of them really took the time to think about anything else then getting themselves into bed later on. once hongjoong had sent out everything they had put together, he gave the rest of his members a nod, signaling that they can finally head back to their dorms. 

despite all the stress they had endured, they still walk back to the dorms together, laughing and smiling, relieved that it was all over. wooyoung was feeling pretty good about what he put out, considering how hard he worked this comeback, but that also meant that he hadn't regressed in a long time. it's not like he forgot, the lingering headache that stayed in the back of his mind never allowed him to forget about his headspace's yearning for attention. wooyoung knew that he couldn't regress in the middle of their walk, so he had to push it into the back of his mind, reassuring himself that he'd be able to relax and be little soon enough. 

the walk back seemed pretty short and wooyoung only snapped out of his deep thought because of  mingi. who excitedly jumped up and down as soon as he came up to the door, throwing it open and jumping onto the couch. wooyoung rubbed his temples and started heading to his bedroom, which he shared with san. he shuffled in there, quickly situating himself on his bed, where all of the day's stresses hit him like a ton of bricks. he felt himself begin to slip and tears quickly started to flow down the sides of his face. these few tears soon became frantic sobs, catching the attention of his caregiver.

san's pov:

as soon as i walked through the door to the dorms, all i could think about was getting some food in my system and then going to bed. mingi, of course, was somehow full of energy and made a beeline straight for the couch, jumping and sprawling across it like he didn't live with seven other people. i made my way to the kitchen and threw together a sandwich and a strawberry-banana smoothie before making my way back to the living room, sitting on the floor and i began to eat what had to of been the most delicious sandwich and smoothie of my life, especially because i hadn't eaten that day. i hadn't seen wooyoung anywhere since i entered the door, but he hadn't said anything to me and i just assumed he would crash in bed and i'd see him later. i wasn't too concerned on his whereabouts until i heard something just before i was about to take another bite of my sandwich. coming from the bedroom i heard muffled, choked, sobs. fuck. how did i not figure he'd regress? i threw my sandwich onto the side. smoothie still in hand, i ran-jogged to our bedroom. 

i quickly realized my mistake as i opened the door to see wooyoung in a fetal position on his bed. he was sobbing so hard that he began coughing and gagging. i quickly grabbed him into a hug and tried to comfort him by rubbing small shapes into his back.

"woonie? dada's here it's okay. can you tell me what's wrong?" i continued rubbing circles into his back, not 100% sure on what i should do to help him. sure, he's thrown a tantrum before, many times. i know how to deal with any emotional outbursts, but this was a full on break down.