little [jhs•myg]

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Soft giggles echoes throughout the room along with voices of spongebob coming from the TV.

In front of the TV, on the floor, sat yoongi with an oversized baby blue sweater, sleeves going over his hands. Nothing underneath but baby pink panties combined with Babypink high knee socks.

his plushies are scattered all over the floor. His gaze was glued to the TV, he was practically hypnotized by it. When the episode ended, he came back to reality.

It was already late at night. He looked around the room and giggled at the mess he made. He stood up and tried to find his favorite plushie. He does love all his other plushies but Mr. Squishy was his favorite.

It's an little polar ice bear with soft white fur and with big cute eyes. And he was just so squishy, yoongi had to name him like that.

Mr. Squishy reminded him of himself.

Yoongi thinks that his plushie is the most cutest am precious thing in the world - right after him of course.

After 5 minutes of searching and calling for it, he still couldn't find it. Tears began to well up in his eyes. He let out a quit sob.

"where is mr. squishy" his sobbing turned into silent cries. He fell to the ground and held both of his arms against his face. He laid face down and began to cry even harder. Yoongi rolled around the living room and stopped right beside his sofa, laying on his back.

"How is yoonie swupposed to sweep now?" He mumbled to himself.

Just as his cries died down, he thought about sleeping alone in the dark.

"Who's goin' to protec yoonie from all the mwonsters?" He does have other plushies but he can't sleep without mr. Squishy. He made Yoongi feel safe.

He turned to his right, looking under the couch. He couldn't believe his eyes.

There he was.

Mr. Squishy, his plushie!

He didn't know if he could trust his eyes because of the tears he has in his eyes, his sight got blurry.

He rubbed his fists against his eyes, blinked a few times and looked at it again.

His eyes weren't betraying him, it IS Mr. Squishy!

He hurriedly graspsed it and clutched it tightly against his chest.

"Don't leave yoonie! Yoonie was scared! Yoonie thought you were leavin' him and your fwiends! Don't do this ever again, okidoki?" Yoongi whispered in his ear with big sad eyes, still with tears in them.

Yoongi stood up, his plushie pressed tight against his chest, and walked straight to the kitchen.

"Do you wan' milk with cookies, mr. squishy?" Yoongi asked cutley. the big round black shiney button orbs looked into yoongis eyes.

"Okidoki, Mr. Squishy! But! Yoonie isn't supposed to eat much." He let out an sad huff.

"You know, yoonie has to take care of his teeth and health. Yoonie wants to be a good boy for Da-" he stopped mid sentence. His eyes began to water again at the thought of not having a care taker.

Yoongi pressed his plushie against his chest again and let out silent cries. Tears flowing down his puffy cheeks.

"S-squishy? W-what if y-yoonie n-never finds a d-daddy? What i-if everyone thinks y-yoonie's w-weird? I-I'm not w-weird!" Yoongi made his way back to his room, leaving the living room a mess, hopping straight into his bed. His appetite long gone.

Yoongi cuddled himself into his bed sheets with his plushie. He closed his eyes, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

"I wish i'll get someone who takes care of yoonie very soon..." with that, he fell asleep.

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Ok wow I tried not cringe while writing this lmao btw didn't proof read this so sorry for any typossssss

Let me know what y'all think about it and if I should continue this fic???