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little!hoseok (mental age 2-5)//caregiver!seokjin

i love writing for new ships, thanks for requesting Celelo_ftw :)

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"Appa, appa, appa, appa~" Hoseok chanted happily to himself as he skipped down the road, Seokjin's hand holding his so he wouldn't go running off. Not that Hoseok would do so for an bad reason such as misbehaving, only because he was such a curious little baby that he sometimes wandered off and got lost.

"What's the matter, baby?" Seokjin looked down at the little red-haired sunshine with a smile.

"Hobi happy," the little replied, not looking at Seokjin as he continued smiling at nothing in particular.

"That's good, baby - you're such a good boy," the older male replied, squeezing Hoseok's hand reassuringly.

"Dada?" Hoseok asked, looking up at Seokjin curiously.

"Yes, poppet?" Seokjin smiled again, his cheeks beginning to hurt from smiling so much but that was just the effect Hoseok had on him.

And when Hoseok grinned cheekily, latching himself to Seokjin's side, the latter could've sworn he felt his heart physically burst inside of his chest. "Love Appa."

"Appa loves you too, sweetheart," Seokjin leaned down to press a kiss to Hoseok's forehead, taking a moment to inhale the smell of his strawberry shampoo.

Just then, Seokjin's phone started ringing from his pocket, and he had to let go of Hoseok's hand so he could pull it out. He had faith that Hoseok wouldn't run around like a dog with no leash, and the younger was only skipping a few paces ahead of him when Seokjin answered the phone.

"Oh, hey, Yoongi," he greeted, keeping a close eye on Hoseok. "Did you need something?"

During the phone conversation, Seokjin tore his eyes away from Hoseok for one second to make sure he was still actually in the call with Yoongi, since the rapper was a bit of a grandpa when it came to technology.

And when he did that, he failed to notice Hoseok's shoelace slowly becoming undone until it was too late, and Hoseok was tripping over it before faceplanting the ground.

"Oh, shit, I need to go, Yoongi; Hoseok's just fallen over," Seokjin urged as Hoseok began to cry and Seokjin quickly hung up before pushing his phone back into his pocket and rushing over to Hoseok. "Shh, shh, baby, don't cry. Daddy's here - everything's ok."

Hoseok's face was beginning to turn red as fat, hot tears streamed down his face like a waterfall, knees scuffed and a little bloody.

Seokjin helped the boy stand up, immediately hoisting him up onto his hip and cuddling him into his chest.

"Home, Dada," the little cried into the older's chest, tears beginning to soak through the male's yellow t-shirt.

"Of course, sweetheart," Seokjin hushed Hoseok, hoisting him up more comfortably onto his hip before turning on his heel and speed-walking in the direction of which he had just come.

The awkward stares and people whispering as they walked past only made Hoseok feel worse, and Seokjin sensed this when his grip on the older's t-shirt tightened to the point where his knuckles turned white.

"It's ok, baby, we're nearly home," Seokjin reassured. "You're being such a brave little boy - my brave little prince."

And when they got home, Hoseok was rewarded with ice-cream and Frozen to commend him for being the brave little boy Seokjin had said he was.

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