Stray Kids One Shots || Shinysunlix

Little stray

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⚠️Warnings apply: Slurs (towards LGBTQ+ people), homelessness, little space, turning little physically too, violence/abuse, homophobia, diaper usage.
^if any above makes you uncomfy and/or unable to read, plase don't read, instead go read my other one shots or someone else's stories, don't comment mean things in the comments^ i don't tolerate any mean stuff for littles or anyone else for that matter and homophobia is not welcome either.⚠️

🎀>I would like to highlight, all my experience with age regression and little space is solely based on online searching and reading. I am aware there may be mistakes and I'd like for you to kindly correct if you find any.
I'd also like to say that this is fiction and more of an AU kind of story so some things are purposely altered such as the possibility of a little to change physically as well.<🎀

🧸WHAT is a little space?: Littlespace is a mindset in which an adult relaxes into a state of carefree, responsibility-free safety. It may be a developed time in which an adult relives childhood memories, scenarios, or desires that were unachievable in their adolescence.
Often used as coping mechanism and can be a result of trauma.
And it should not be sexualised.🧸
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"What is this?" Eun-Soo, Jisung's mother asked with furrowed eyebrows as she found Jisung's pride flag hidden in his closet along with some of his little gear, such as his pacifiers and baby bottles while seeing Jisung sitting on the bed watching a cartoon with a pink pacifier in his mouth and a onesie on with a stuffy on his lap.

When Jisung failed to provide an answer to his mother, he earned a harsh slap on his left cheek, making him wince from the sudden impact.

"Look at yourself, you're pathetic. You are nothing but a worthless faggot." The tears brimmed out of her son's eyes when he realised that this was it. He was no longer able to hide his secrets and knowing his mother, he would most likely have to leave the home.

And he was right, because the next thing mrs. Han did was, telling Jisung that he needed to leave. To where? Jisung had no idea.
He didn't exactly have friends and his relatives lived too far away for him to travel, not to mention his financial situation did not allow him to do so.

Jisung was chased out of the house without given the opportunity to grab any of his things with him apart from his shoes that he managed to grab, before running out of the house with the paci still in his mouth and stuffy tightly in his grip. His steps slowed down as he roamed around the streets looking for a place to sleep in.

Usually when the boy was in his headspace, he would shrink into the size of the age physically too. But now that he was half in a headspace and the other half was his adult self, he did not know or understand what to do. He was in his adult body, but his mind was his little self and it confused him greatly.

It was around eight in the evening so it was already dark out and considering it was a Sunday, barely anyone was outside. So little Jisung was all alone about to turn to an alleyway from which he found a dumpster. Looking around and checking if someone was seeing him, Jisung hid behind the dumpster and let out quiet, choked out sobs. He was scared and hungry, but he had no money or food and even less he had someone to support him emotionally. And to make everything worse, it was raining heavily, which made the boy's body shiver out of cold as the fabric of his onesie uncomfortably stuck on his skin.
Jisung ended up falling asleep, curled up in a ball behind the dirty and smelling dumpster holding his stuffy tightly.

It definitely wasn't the most comfortable place he'd slept in. It was smelly, dirty and wet.

The little boy didn't know how long he has slept, but he woke up to a whooping cough and he felt like he was going to die.