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Minho skz - littlespce

@Ginevr4_mallia here's your request. Hope you like it.
900 words.

⚠️This chapter contains littlespace and relationship with two men dating. If you feel uncomfortable please skip

Minho had been more stressed lately. It was like a cloud shadowing his usual bright spark, and everyone around him noticed. But Jisung knew best — Minho hadn't had a proper break in weeks, buried under comeback schedules and endless rehearsals. His body was tired, but it was his heart that needed rest the most.

That night after Musik Bank, Minho's defenses slipped away, the stress breaking through the cracks. No one panicked when Minho's big eyes suddenly looked lost, his hands clutching Jisung's a little too tightly. Everyone quietly stepped back, letting Jisung take over.

In the car, Minho sat close to Jisung, his small hand enveloped by Jisung's warm palm. His eyes were wide and shimmering, the innocence and vulnerability of a little boy shining through, and Jisung's heart squeezed at the sight. Minho's thumb found Jisung's finger, tracing slow circles—a calming habit that reminded Jisung just how much he needed this softness.

When they reached home, Minho barely spoke. He shuffled down the hallway, small feet dragging across the floor, heading straight to his room — the one place where he could feel safe enough to regress, to be little without fear.

Jisung followed quietly, already knowing the routine.

"Okay, Minnie, let's get you cozy, alright?" Jisung said softly, kneeling by the bed. Minho nodded, his eyes wide and trusting.

Jisung helped him out of his clothes, replacing them with the softest pajamas — pale blue with little cars zooming across the fabric. Minho's eyes lit up a little as he touched the fabric, his fingers tracing the tiny wheels and windows. "Cars..." he whispered with a small, innocent smile, his voice small and fragile.

Jisung chuckled softly. "Yeah, your favorite."

He switched on a small cartoon with gentle colors and soft music — nothing too loud, just enough background to make the room feel alive without overwhelming.

Minho climbed into Jisung's lap, curling up like a kitten. His big eyes looked up at Jisung with quiet trust, sparkling like the stars outside the window. Jisung wrapped an arm around him, pulling him close.

"I'm gonna get you some milk, okay?" Jisung whispered.

Minho nodded, leaning his head against Jisung's chest. His tiny hands fiddled with the hem of Jisung's shirt, fingers curling and uncurling like he was trying to hold onto the moment.

Jisung went to the kitchen and warmed up the milk, careful to make it just right — not too hot, just the way Minho liked it. When he came back, Minho's big eyes followed him eagerly, a small smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

Jisung settled back into his seat, holding Minho gently, and handed him the bottle. Minho's lips parted carefully, sucking the milk with slow, contented sips. His eyes would sometimes flutter closed, then open again, those big innocent eyes full of trust and love.

Between sips, Minho's small voice would break the quiet. "S.ungie... hold me..."

"Always, baby," Jisung replied softly, tightening his arms around him.

When the bottle was empty, Minho's eyes finally closed, eyelids heavy and peaceful. Jisung carefully took the bottle away and gently pressed a pacifier to Minho's lips, his little hands relaxing.

He cleaned up quietly, then slipped into his pajamas, the quiet creak of fabric the only sound in the still room.

Climbing into bed, Jisung wrapped himself around Minho like a warm blanket, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. Minho snuggled closer, his breathing slow and even, the innocence in his big eyes replaced by soft sleep.

"Goodnight, my little car rider," Jisung whispered, voice thick with love.

And in that quiet night, under the soft glow of the moonlight, Minho was safe — wrapped in love, warmth, and the gentle care of the person who loved him most.

The next morning, Minho stirred slowly in Jisung's arms, his big eyes fluttering open like delicate petals greeting the sun. He blinked a few times, still wrapped in the safe cocoon of sleep and comfort.

"Good morning, baby," Jisung whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from Minho's forehead.

Minho yawned, stretching his tiny arms up with a soft squeak. "Sungie..." His voice was small, almost like a whisper carried on a breeze. "Up?"

"Not just yet," Jisung said, voice thick with tenderness. "Stay cozy with me a little longer."

Minho snuggled deeper, his little hands gripping Jisung's shirt, his big eyes wide and innocent as they searched Jisung's face. Then, with the sweetest, most vulnerable smile, he whispered, "Lovey?"

Jisung smiled and pulled out the small, worn stuffed bunny Minho always carried. "Here's your lovey," he said softly.

Minho's fingers wrapped around the soft fabric, and he hugged the bunny close to his cheek. His lips parted in a sleepy giggle. "Cuwwles," he mumbled.

"Lots of cuddles," Jisung promised, pressing a gentle kiss to Minho's temple.

Minho blinked slowly, his eyes half-lidded and full of trust. He wiggled in Jisung's arms, then looked up with those big, sparkling eyes and a little shy grin. "Car wide later?"

"Of course," Jisung chuckled. "But for now, you just rest, okay?"

Minho nodded, snuggling into Jisung's chest again. His tiny fingers traced slow circles on Jisung's skin, and he hummed softly — a gentle, content sound that made Jisung's heart melt.

They stayed like that for a long while, wrapped up in soft blankets and quiet warmth. No rush. No pressure. Just love.

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