Pancakes and Banana Milk

Little: Jungkook (ages 3-4)
Caregiver: BTS

Jungkook's Pov. (Little space)
Waking up and feeling the other side of the bed empty, I began to wail for my caregivers, specifically Namjoon.
"Daddy!" I yelled fearfully, hiding under the blankets. I heard footsteps and the door immediately swung open.
"Kookie, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Jin questioned, comforting me with his gentle touch and soothing voice.
"Daddy was not here wi' me," I whimpered, "I though' daddy lef' me."
" Oh my baby! Don't say such thing! We will never leave you sweetheart,"Jin assured me, widening his arms open, "Come on sweetheart! I made breakfast."

Jin's Pov.
His eyes lit up at the mention of breakfast. "Yes, I hungwy!"
"Then, let's head to the kitchen with your other daddies." We went into the kitchen and were greeted by everyone.
"Good morning Jungkook, how did you sleep last night?" Taehyung asked, grabbing a seat next to his only maknae.
"Kookie slep goo'" He replied cutely.
"Oh, it seems like someone is a baby today." Hoseok cooed, tickling under Jungkook's chin. Kook only giggled sheepishly, casting his eyes to the floor shyly.
Everyone took a seat, surrounding Jungkook and everyone started chatting. Jungkook peeked at their plates and his smile suddenly vanished.
"Kookie sweetheart, do you want me to serve you some yummy kimchi toast and fried rice?" I asked sweetly.
"Daddy, I want pancakes and banana milk!" He whined angrily.
"I'm sorry honey, but I already made your breakfast." I said while sitting down. I grabbed a spoon full of fried rice and forcefully attempted to feed him. He looked away and shook his head.
"Come on sweetie, you would love it. Hyung made it with love." I promised.
"NO! IT'S YUCKY! I WANT PANCAKES AND BANANA MILK!" Kookie raised his voice, pounding his fists onto the table. Everyone was taken aback by his unusual behavior.
"Jungkook, don't disrespect your daddy. Say your sorry to Jin hyung" Yoongi shouted back, glaring at him as a warning.
"NO!" He spat at Yoongi, everyone gasped.
"Quit that attitude, young boy! Or you would receive a punishment!" Yoongi threatened, grasping his wrist firmly. Jungkook pulled his wrist away, dropped himself on the floor, and kicked his feet as he rolled on the ground.
"I WANT PANCAKES AND BANANA MILK!" He got up from the floor and shouted, "I hate you, stupid daddy!" And he dashed off to his little room and slammed the door with all his baby strength.
We were all dumbfounded. Jungkook has never cussed at us, not even in big space. He definitely woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Yoongi, Namjoon, and I rushed afterwards, leaving the Hoseok and the maknae line in the kitchen to finish eating in silence.
I knocked on the door, but was pushed to the side by Yoongi, "he will never respect us if we don't put our foot down." He barged into the room without warning.
"Stupid, get out my room." He commanded in a dead, cold tone while he was tucked under his blanket.
Namjoon walked up to his bed and kneeled beside him, "Kookie, quit the attitude! What is going on with you, hm?" He soothed circles on his back. We heard sniffles coming from underneath the blanket, which alarmed us, including Yoongi.
"What's wrong, baby bunny? Please tell us. We're here for you." Jungkook came out of the covers and sniffled.
"I'm bad boy and kitty (Yoongi) does not love mwe." He whimpered, with wobbly lower lip and a tear trickling down.
"Why would you say that? I always love you, honey!"
" I was bad and you yell at me. Now, you hate me fo' bein' bad." He looked down ashamed.
"Honey I got mad because you were cursing and treating you daddy bad, but I still love you," Yoongi kneeled then looked at Jungkook at the same eye level.
"You know I still have to give you a punishment baby." Yoongi said.
"Please no daddy I'm sowwy. I will not do tha' agai'. Jungkook tried to scoot back and escape from the punishment, but it was too late. I was already blocking the door.
"I'm sorry to say this but you deserve your punishment. It will be only 5 smack on your bottom, with clothing on. I would only use my hand and I won't be harsh on you." I soothed him in a calming tone.
"Pwease, I won't do it again! I weget it!" His lower lip wobbled. It was tearing us apart but we have to teach him a lesson.
"I'm sorry bub, but you need to learn a lesson. You've been a bad boy ever since you woke up. Now listen to us and come over here." I instructed, as I sat down and motioned him. He came slowly with guilt and shame. He layed on his stomach on my knees.
"You're gonna have to count them for me, honey."
"Okay." He whispered to me.
Wham. Wham. I let two spanks fall down without warning.
"O-oone. TWO!" He whimpered in pain.
Wham. Wham.
"Thweee!" He broke down, which alarmed us, because he was never like this when receiving spanks. I took a halt to the spanks and soothed him. Namjoon and Yoongi who were to the side came sitting next to me on both sides.
"What's wrong my baby?" Namjoon questioned concerned.
"I'm bad. You dwon't wove me anymore." He cried out loud, gasping for air.
"We do not hate you. We are just hurt. Okay, we won't punish you anymore for it. I believe you have learned. Would you like to watch a movie and cuddle with all of us?" Yoongi asked. He nodded enthusiastically and we all went to watch a movie.