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little!namjoon (mental age 6-8)//caregiver!seokjin

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Namjoon sat pouting on the couch, arms crossed as he glared at Peppa Pig playing on the TV.

He knew he shouldn't be angry at Seokjin, but he couldn't help it; all the older male had been doing for the whole day was working, even though he promised his little that he would play with him today.

Namjoon's eyes welled with tears at the thought of his Daddy replacing him with work, but deep down he knew Seokjin would never do that. Namjoon figured he should do something for his Daddy, even though staying out of Seokjin's way for the day was more than enough.

The little couldn't recall Seokjin coming down at all throughout the day for food and Namjoon highly doubted that he had food stored in their shared bedroom. So, hopping off of the couch, Namjoon skipped into the kitchen, ready to prepare an extravagant meal for Seokjin - the only problem being that he couldn't cook for anything.

(That and he broke everything he touched).

Seokjin had always told the younger not to go in to the kitchen unsupervised, but when Namjoon succeeded in making a meal that even Seokjin couldn't say no to, he knew his Daddy would be just dying to litter him with praise and affection.

Namjoon smiled his signature dimple smile at the thought of having his Daddy's puffy lips pressed against his cheeks and forehead and made a small noise of glee as he reached up on his tip toes to grab Seokjin's mixing bowl from the top shelf.

However, as he lifted the glass bowl up and off of the shelf, Namjoon felt his fingers begin to slip from the rim and he dropped it, glass shattering all over the marble flooring.

Namjoon's eyes immediately pricked with tears as he heard footsteps sound rather quickly down the stairs, followed by Seokjin's nasally voice calling out to him.

"Joonie, baby, are you ok?" The latter asked once he stepped into the kitchen, and when Seokjin looked at him in alarm, Namjoon suddenly burst into tears.

"I'm sorry, Daddy, I didn't mean to!"He cried, running over to Seokjin and grabbing onto his hoodie, almost as if he was begging the older to not be mad at him. "I just wanted to make you something to eat because you haven't eated in a very long time!"

Seokjin couldn't be angry when Namjoon was crying as hard as he was, body physically shaking with every sob that wracked his body.

"Don'y cry, honey, it's ok," Seokjin reassured, lifting Namjoon up by the armpits and sitting him down on the kitchen counter. "It's just a bowl, baby, we can always buy a new one."

"Daddy's not angry wiv' me?" Namjoon pouted and Seokjin cupped his little's face sweetly.

"Daddy could never be angry at his little boy."

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i wish my parents were more lenient with me like this; i break things all the time