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Wooyoung ateez - littlespace

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900 words.

Ateez's world tour was a dream come true, but for Wooyoung, it was becoming overwhelming.

The endless cycle of rehearsals, performances, travel, and interviews left him drained. He loved performing, loved the way ATINY's cheers filled the arenas, but something felt different this time. No matter how hard he pushed himself, he couldn't shake the exhaustion that clung to him.

And worst of all—he hadn't had any time to regress.

Littlespace was his escape, the one place where he could let go of stress and responsibility. It was his way of resetting, of finding comfort when everything felt too much. But there was never a moment to slip, never a chance to cuddle with his plushies, color, or have San hold him the way he needed.

At first, he told himself it was fine. He could handle it. He just had to push through.

But as the weeks passed, it got harder to pretend.

Without that release, every little thing started to weigh on him. The stress, the exhaustion, the endless pressure to be perfect—it all built up inside him like a ticking time bomb. His emotions felt out of control. One moment, he was frustrated over tiny mistakes in rehearsal, and the next, he was holding back tears over things that normally wouldn't bother him.

"Wooyoung, you okay?" Yeosang asked after practice one evening, watching as Wooyoung sat on the floor, his head buried in his arms.

Wooyoung forced himself to sit up, flashing a weak smile. "Just tired."

Yeosang frowned, unconvinced, but didn't push.

The others noticed too. He wasn't as playful, his usual spark dimmed. He didn't tease them as much, didn't cling to San or giggle at Mingi's jokes the way he used to. The dorms and dressing rooms felt quieter without his usual energy.

San had tried to talk to him. "You seem off lately," he said one night as they sat together in their hotel room. "Do you need anything?"

Wooyoung wanted to say yes. He wanted to crawl into San's arms, let himself slip, and just exist without worrying about everything. But instead, he forced a smile and shook his head.

"I'm fine," he lied.

San didn't believe him, but he also knew pushing wouldn't help.

The breaking point came after one particular concert.

The entire night had felt off. Wooyoung had been running on fumes, his body aching from exhaustion, his head foggy. The adrenaline from performing was the only thing keeping him going, but even that felt weaker than usual. The lights were too bright, the cheers too loud, everything too much.

By the time they got back to the hotel, he was on edge.

The members noticed. They saw how quiet he was, how he barely touched his food at dinner, how he kept rubbing his eyes like he was trying to hold back tears.

Then, just as they were finishing their meal, Wooyoung accidentally knocked over a glass of water. It wasn't a big deal—just a small spill on the table—but it was the final straw.

His hands trembled as he stared at the mess, his heart racing. He felt so small, but he didn't know how to let it out.

Before he could spiral any further, San placed a gentle hand on his back.

"Come with me, Wooyo," he said softly.

Wooyoung didn't resist as San led him to the main suite. When they stepped inside, Wooyoung froze.

The entire room had been transformed.

Blankets and pillows covered the floor, plushies were stacked in little piles, and a small table was set up with coloring books and toys. Soft lullaby music played in the background, and the lights were dimmed to make everything feel warm and safe.

San knelt in front of him, holding out his arms. "Time to relax, little one."

Wooyoung felt something inside him crack. The tension that had been building for weeks finally snapped, and before he could stop himself, he let go.

His shoulders dropped, and a small, relieved sigh left his lips as he stepped into San's arms. "Sannie..." he mumbled, voice smaller, softer.

"That's right, baby," San murmured, lifting him easily and carrying him over to the blanket fort. "Your hyungs missed their little Wooyo."

The night was filled with giggles and soft moments. Seonghwa helped him color inside the lines while Yunho made silly voices with the plushies. Hongjoong fed him small bites of fruit, reminding him to eat, and Mingi built pillow castles around him. Jongho played gentle songs on his phone, while Yeosang made sure he had the softest blankets wrapped around him.

By the time exhaustion crept in, Wooyoung was curled up in San's arms, his head resting on his shoulder. His tiny hands clutched onto San's hoodie as he let out a deep, peaceful sigh.

The members exchanged quiet smiles, their hearts melting at the sight.

"He's adorable," Mingi whispered.

"Like a little angel," Seonghwa added, tucking a plushie closer to Wooyoung's side.

San pressed a soft kiss to Wooyoung's hair. "Sleep well, baby."

The next morning, Wooyoung was still in littlespace, bright-eyed and giggling as the members played with him again. Hide-and-seek, building blocks, and cuddles filled their time until lunch.

By then, Wooyoung slowly blinked himself back into headspace, stretching with a sleepy smile.

"Better?" Hongjoong asked.

Wooyoung nodded, his usual spark returning. "Much better." He looked at each of them, warmth filling his chest. "Thank you."

San ruffled his hair. "Whenever it gets too much, we'll make sure our little Wooyo gets his time."

Wooyoung beamed, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. With his members by his side, he knew he could handle whatever came next.

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