little ❦ yoonseok

XXI

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"namjoon." 

"namjoon-ah..."

"namjoon, are you even listening to me?" yoongi snapped his fingers in front of the taller man's face, huffing in disbelief. the other man had been staring into space for the past 5 minutes while yoongi rambled to him about hoseok and the cute way his ears folded when he wore hats. 

"no." namjoon truthfully blurted out, wide eyes finally making contact with yoongi's, his cheeks flushing. "i'm sorry." 

yoongi had dragged the clumsy man out of the house to get brunch, on the condition that namjoon pay even though he was the one to invite him to eat. though the taller man had agreed, too used to yoongi's antics, and the idea of french toast and fresh coffee was too good to pass down. 

"you've been distracted all day," the older man sighed, taking a sip of his americano and melting into his chair happily afterwards. "what's going on?" 

joon hesitated, fiddling with the rings on his fingers nervously, "if i tell you, you have to promise you won't tell anyone." 

"who would i tell?" yoongi huffed, crossing his arms over his chest, crinkling his nose in a way that the other couldn't help but smile briefly. 

"hoseokie." namjoon deadpanned, running a hand through his newly dyed pink hair, "you tell him everything." 

"nuh uh!" the smaller protested, lips pouty, "i didn't tell hoseok that you broke his bike trying to recreate the scene from e.t!" 

"that's because he automatically assumed it was me anyways!"

"well yeah, but i still didn't tell him..." he trailed off, whining, as their waiter came forward, setting their breakfast down on the table. 

"how did you know you were a little?" joon asked tentatively, eyes set on his cup, as he stirred sugar into his 2nd order of coffee. 

"well, remember before i quit my grocery store job?" yoongi immediately answered, getting a nod in return, "i was so stressed everyday to the point where i would go home and stress clean, and even if everything was neat and tidy, i'd mess it up just to clean it again. i would barely eat, because i just didn't have an appetite for anything. if i wasn't working, i was up all night making beats. i developed a lot of unhealthy habits." 

"i didn't know that." namjoon frowned, leaning across the table to pluck yoongi's forehead getting a wince and a frown from the older man. "you should've told me, i would've helped!" 

"like i was saying before you hit me," he rolled his eyes, stuffing his mouth with bacon, "i was stressed for a couple months straight and then i bought mr. woobie and everything kinda escalated from there. at first he was just there to keep me company, but " 

"why do you ask?" yoongi pondered slowly as he cut through a short stack of pancakes, his knife stopping abruptly as he came to a realization. "joon-ah, are you-" 

"shh!" namjoon hushed him, looking around frantically like seokjin himself was gonna pop out from behind the marble counters. 

"okay okay, i'm shushing!" the raven haired man huffed, "well if you really wanna know there's only a few ways to find out." 

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"yoongi, i don't think this a good idea." joon protested as the older man set down a stack of coloring books and a big box of crayons. 

"listen," he sighed, pulling out a box set of some colorful kid's cartoon show, "i think seeing if you can slip into headspace is a good way to find out. it's just a feeling you get, you'll know it when it happens." 

"but what if i slip into little space and that makes you slip?" 

"oh." yoongi paused, biting down on his bottom lip in thought as he flopped onto the carpet. "i didn't think that far ahead." 

"i figured." 

"okay, let me make a phone call." 

fifteen minutes later, the two jumped in surprise, at a series of knocks on the door. yoongi opened it after a quick peek through the peep hole, seeing a flash of bunny teeth. 

"jungkookie." he greeted with a bright smile as the younger boy stepped in, squeezing yoongi around the waist until he squeaked. 

"this is the third time i've been by this week." he grinned, looking proud of himself, "you can't even pretend like you don't like my company anymore." 

"i never said i don't like your company." yoongi huffed as he pulled him into the bedroom, "you're a brat but i guess i'm getting used to it." 

"that's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me, hyung." jungkook dramatically placed a hand over his heart, fake sobbing. 

"your phone call was to the munchkin?" namjoon asked in disbelief as they walked in, pointing to the youngest. 

"i preferred when you called me musketeer." 

"he's taken care of me when i was little space before." yoongi hummed, preceding to shove a teddy bear into namjoon's arms. the other man winced at the rough treatment but hugged it close to his chest. "he's a pretty good caretaker." 

jungkook glowed at the praise and sat down next to them on the floor, absentmindedly playing with the lego blocks that rested there. "you know, namjoon hyung, i didn't expect you to be a little." 

"i'm not sure if i am, yet." namjoon glared, pushing his pink hair from his eyes, "and why? is there some kind of criteria i don't fit in?" 

"not really but," jungkook tilted his head, "you're so tall, and such a manly man," he flexed his muscles like a body builder, winking at the other. 

"one thing you should understand kookie, is that people's looks and outward personalities really don't have much to do with their personal preferences." yoongi interrupted, explaining gently. "when i'm not in headspace, i'm a lot different, right? but i'm still a little. joonie could be 8 ft tall and if he still wanted to be one, it wouldn't make a difference." (@ people who still don't understand that you don't have to be bite sized to be soft, jfc ) 

"that makes a lot of sense." the maknae nodded, leaning over to bump his shoulder against namjoon's softly. "sorry, hyung." 

all was forgiven quickly as a disney movie was played, and they cuddled up in the pillows, yoongi in the middle, a satisfied smile on his face. it turned out that namjoon was definitely a little, his eyes wide with joy as mike and sully ran across the screen. he was holding the stuffie in his hands with a vice grip, long limbs spread out across the bed.

an hour later, hoseok walked through the front door, tiredly dropping his bags by the door, exhausted after a long flight. he was extremely happy to come home to yoongi though and looked around for the smaller man. before he could take another step into the room, he heard a giggle that he would know anywhere.

"namjoon?" 

"hobi hobi?" now that was definitely yoongi. 

"what are you guys doing in there?" 

"um...arts and crafts!" 

"is that jungkook too?!"

"..."

"welcome home, hyung!" 

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tbh i only made this chapter bc i'm tired of people being opposed to the idea of sub/little joon. and it's okay to have your personal prefences, i get it, i don't like top!yoongi BUT my opinion has nothing to do with his appearance. a lot of people think joon should be more dominant, manly bc of his figure, and other things like that when if you've ever seen namjoon like EVER, you'd know that he's one of the softest boys. he talks to himself in the third person, loves cute things including his ryan collection, and could give less of a fuck about gender stereotypes. put some respeck on his name please.

as usual, i hope you guys have a great day/night, please take care of yourselves, drink some water and eat something, it's still pretty cold here so please bundle up and try to stay warm! i'm here if you need me.