kpop littleshots

refusing ➳ seventeen

Little(s): Seungkwan age 3
Caregiver(s): Seventeen leaning towards mingyu, seokmin (DK), and jeonghan
Trigger warnings: refusal of headspace and slight angst

requested by a lovely reader: @Linlancun25

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Seungkwan had a very stressful day. All the members were out all day, interview after interview, dance practice after dance practice, fan signs after fan signs, he was physically tired of everything.

He needed something, he didn't need food, he didn't need to sleep, he didn't need to get back in the studio, he just needed the soft embrace of one of his members.

But he wasn't going to tell anyone that. He had made a habit of pretending he's tough, until he slips into little-space. With him being the group's little, he felt like he was such a hassle to take care of since he had twelve different people looking after just him.

Truth was, he was actually the sweetest baby ever, and it really only took 4 people at most to look after him for an entire day. But while Seungkwan was standing in the kitchen, trying to find food so he can take a painkiller for his crucial headache, he heard someone calling his name.

"Kwannie-ah! Come here for a second!" Seokmin called from the living room. Seungkwan rolled his eyes and picked his head up, and walking to the living room.

The rest of the members were also sat in the area. "You think it's gonna work?" Wonwoo shakingly asked. He was so scared Seokmin's plan would fail miserably.

"Oh, it's gonna work. If it doesn't, i'll make it work." He responded. Once everyone heard the patters of Seungkwan's feet, they all stood up from their seats.

"What do you need- What's going on?" He didn't expect to see all of his members.

"Seungkwan, come here." Seungcheol repeated, opening his arms and waving his hands towards himself.

Salty tears burned their way to the boy's eyes. He shook his head and wiped his eyes. "No." He whispered.

"We know you want to slip, let us help baby."
Joshua spoke. Seungkwan picked at his fingernails and stared at the floor.

"You can choose who you want to take care of you, if that makes it easier." Soonyoung said.
Seungkwan looked up and saw everyones faces; worried and a bit sad.

He wiped his years again and carefully walked up to Mingyu. "Mama." He whispered. The older picked him up and engulfed him into a tight hug.

Seungkwan cried into the older's shoulder. "I sorry mama! I so sorry!" The baby sobbed.
"Mama knows. Mama knows baby." He spoke softly in hopes the little would get the hint and calm down by a bit.

Mingyu shushed him and swayed him side to side. "No wan' s'eep mama." He whined.
"You need a nap little one."

Jeonghan was already 7 steps ahead. While everyone was downstairs tending to the baby, he was upstairs tidying the little's room; putting away toys, making the bed, burning strawberry and pineapple wax in a wax burner, and making sure it was perfect for him. Then when he was done with his room, he made a bottle for him.

Jeonghan approached the two on the couch and rubbed the little's back to let him know he was there.

"Wanna come with Appa? I made up your room and made a bottle." He said. Seungkwan nodded and reached for the older, and the taller male took him in his arms.

Jeonghan walked into the kitchen and grabbed the bottle filled with milk, then handing it to the little.

Seungkwan didn't drink it though. He always waited until he was tucked in and by then he would be sleepy enough to drink the milk.

Jeonghan made the process fast. He quickly got the younger dressed in comfier clothes, brushed his hair, turned on a lullaby, and turned on his gold and pink fairy lights.

And Seungkwan's suspicions were right, he was sleepy enough to drink the milk.
Jeonghan laid the sleepy little on his bed and gently draped the black blanket over him.

"Appa is right down the hall just in case you need him, okay?" The younger nodded, blinking slowly, and not really processing what his Appa was saying. But he finally closed his eyes.

Jeonghan exhaled and turned around to find the other eleven stood at the doorway in shock.
"How do you do that?!" Jihoon whisper-shouted.

"I'm a natural, hon."

"Don't call me that."

"Well you would like pipsqueak so I chose to be nice."

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