After having cleaned up the kitchen, Namjoon clapped his hands once and for all, "Let's wash up and go to bed, everyone!" Everyone cheered and gathered around to play the rock-paper-scissors game to decide which two members were going to wash first. As a result, Taehyung and Jimin — the 95 line of the group — claimed the right to use the washroom first as the winners, leaving the other 'Little' whining and sulking over his defeat, "Hobi also wanna washie washie!" The 'caregivers' gave each other a troubled look, not knowing what to do.
Yoongi then approached Hoseok and tried to make a compromise with the latter, "Hobi, how about Yoongi-hyung teach you origami first so we can make a paper ship to play with later on when you take a bath?" Hoseok contemplated in his mind for a few moments before eventually relenting and nodding his head with a bright smile plastered on his visage, "Hobi wanna make three ships — one for Taehyungie, one for Minnie and one for Hobi!" Yoongi couldn't help but feel a familiar warmth spread in his heart and couldn't hide a smile so full of fondness and tenderness it could melt the coldest ice away.
Namjoon shook his head with a teasing scoff, "Completely, utterly whipped."
Yoongi, however, didn't even spare him a glance and just continued to feel proud of Hoseok.
Jungkook patted Taehyung's head with a goofy grin, "see you later, hyung", and made a turn to head back to the living room.However, instead of going to the bathroom, Taehyung followed closely behind the younger male like a puppy. Noticing that, Jungkook stopped and turned around with a perplexed expression on his face, "Is there anything you need, hyung?"
The older male smiled sweetly in return and his eyes formed into the most beautiful crescents he had ever seen. Jungkook almost squealed aloud at the cute sight. Taehyung continued beaming at him adorably and squealed out of a sudden, his tone laced with aegyo, "Kookie!"
As girly as it may sound, Jungkook felt something tug at his heartstrings and his heartbeat paced up yet once again. "Yes, hyung?" Taehyung didn't give him a proper answer, however, and cutely called his name for the second time, "Kookie~" Jungkook couldn't contain his feels anymore and pulled the other into a smothering hug with a wide grin, making the elder cackle up happily.
Jin — who had been standing there for some time now, watching the scene (that made minimal sense to him) unfold before him — came over and slapped the maknae not-so-lightly across the back while rolling his eyes, "Stop strangling the poor thing and let him wash up, you dumbo."
Jungkook squeezed Taehyung one last time before freeing the latter who instead found a comfortable position behind him and decided to lean his whole weight on his back — not that Jungkook minded though, Taehyung was fairly light and besides, he enjoyed skinship with the latter in every form although he used to hate skin contact (and he was pretty sure he still detested it with all his soul) but, much to his own mystery, Taehyung was apparently an exception.
Jin shook his head fondly at the two and turned around — only to see Namjoon carrying Jimin on his shoulders, which almost gave him a heart attack. "Kim Namjoon, you insane imbecile, let him down at once!"
Namjoon complied and attempted to set the younger vocalist down but Jimin whined and pulled at his hair in protest. "No, Minnie wanna fly!" Namjoon winced slightly at the pain from his hair being nearly pulled out. He straightened up again and Jimin loosened his grip around his hair in satisfaction before giggling and chanting loudly, "Up, up! Higher!"
Jin hurried his way over to the two and put his hands on Jimin's back to prevent the latter from falling. When they arrived at the washroom, Jimin was back down on the floor again and both Jin and Namjoon simultaneously sighed in relief.
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Little Peek {VKook||YoonSeok||NamJinMin}
FanfictionLittle Space AU featuring little!VMinHope and caregiver!NamJinYoonKook Summary: Just a small peek into the everyday life of BTS with little Taehyung, Jimin and Hoseok, who are always engulfed in their headspace whenever they are off camera. Highest...