Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

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Abigail pouted big time, "Nope, not happening."

He sighed a bit, "It's the only thing that's going to make your tummy feel better." He was bouncing her up and down softly, but it hurt, so she kept crying. "How about another bottle? Will that make you feel better?"

It couldn't hurt at this point, so she nodded, and Hobi brought another funny-tasting bottle of Ensure. Jin rocked her while she drank it, but it just made matters worse. She had to go so badly that she was afraid she wouldn't be able to hold it for long. "Daddy, can I use the toilet, please?"

"I'm sorry, baby, but you can't. Just go, and I'll change you."

She sat back to glare at him, it hurt so she winced a bit. "I'm not going to sit in your lap and poop; I'm an adult, not a baby Jin."

His amusement was gone and was replaced with annoyance, "yes, you are an adult, but you are also our baby girl. You want to feel better?" Abigail nodded her head, "then poop."

She was full-on sobbing at this point, "I can't."

He sighed, "I will leave the room so you can do it. This will be the only time we do this. Do you understand?"

"Thank you," she sniffled.

He sat her down and left the room, but she knew Jimin was watching, "Jimin?"

"Daddy, my name is Daddy." His voice was almost menacing.

Eye roll, "Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl," he said, much more chipper.

"Can you not watch or listen, please?"

He sighed, "How do I know you won't do anything stupid?"

"Trust Jimin, that's how. I want to poop in privacy. I haven't fought any of you guys about how insane this is, so can you give me this?" She took a deep breath and whispered, "Please."

Abigail heard him sigh, "You have five minutes. When you are done, knock on the door; Daddy Jin is out there."

"Thank you, Daddy."

"Anything for you, baby girl?" Was he going to do as she asked? Hell no, but he could pretend for her benefit.

He wasn't surprised when she hid in the curtains to do her business.

She doesn't trust him at all, but she knows that he's at least still watching her, so she looks around the room. The only place that would give her any privacy was the curtains. This was the test: if he didn't do as asked, he would change the curtains so she couldn't hide in them anymore. She patted herself on the back for that bit of outmaneuvering.

It didn't take her long; she had to go too badly, and walking to the door was the most uncomfortably nasty thing she had ever experienced. It felt so freaking gross. She knocked on the door, and Jin immediately opened it. "Let's get you changed."

He picked her up and placed her on the changing table; Abigail covered her face with her hands. She knew she had to be bright red, which was so embarrassing. She wants the Earth to open up and swallow her whole right now. "There's no need to be so embarrassed. Everyone poops."

"Not in a diaper, they don't."

He scoffed, "They do at the beginning and the end of their life. So what does it matter if you do it a little in the middle?"

He wasn't wrong, but it still didn't change the fact that she was an 18-year-old that was pooping in a diaper, and a grown man was currently changing it. Right now, she's hella thankful that they don't want to do anything sexual. How could you look someone in the eye that you are having sex with, knowing they have changed your freaking diaper?

"What are you thinking about so hard, baby girl?"

Abigail rolled her eyes even if he couldn't see them, "I'm thankful you guys don't want me for sex. There's no way I could sleep with you after you just wiped shit off my ass."

He snorted, "Oh, don't worry about that. You'll be begging me to fuck you at some point." She pulled her hands down from her face and looked at him wide-eyed. Was he serious? "I promise you, you'll call us Daddy in multiple ways."

She couldn't help it; she busted up laughing so freaking hard, like full-on rolling around laughing. She's not sure how much she laughed, but it was long and hard enough that she had an accident. He looked at her so smugly, "Need another diaper change?"

Sigh, "Yes, Daddy."

He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose, "Such a good baby girl you are. Let's change you again, and then Daddy Hobi can feed you lunch. After that, we can do your puzzles since you didn't get to earlier."

So that's what he did: He changed his baby, and then Hobi fed her lunch while Tae gave her the bottle. Jungkook went with her to play in the playroom, and she stayed there until it was time for dinner. After dinner, Yoongi gave her the next bottle and her bath, and then Jimin rocked her to sleep. This was the routine for the next several weeks. Sometimes, the guys switched roles on what they did, but the little's routine never wavered.

To their annoyance, Abigail still hadn't entirely slipped into little space. She was compliant, to a point. She still threw small tantrums about things, but if they're being honest, they like it when she acts like a brat. They enjoy her punishments, which so far have only been spankings. Once she entirely slips, other things will be taken away that will upset her little side, but for now, she doesn't care if they take the binky or stuffy away, so their only form of punishment that they can use was spankings.