The Bible of Yoonseok Littlespace VER

♡don't forget about baby♡

legitimately no one asked for this but let me be selfish for a minute okay?

so here's another yoongi x hoseok x jungkook (yoonkookseok?) oneshot featuring daddy yoongi and oppa jungkook

i promise i won't be doing these that often so if you don't like these don't worry
♡♡♡♡

hoseok hummed happily to himself as he dragged the crayon across his paper. he was drawing himself, junior, ting-ting, his daddy, and his oppa. the little was home alone right now because jungkook's car broke down and yoongi had to go pick him up.

"daddy be back soon, and he bring oppa home too," he repeated to himself again what yoongi had told him.

he finished filing in the grass in his picture when he heard something slam into the front door, hard. he heard noises like groans on the other side and the door knob started to jiggle. there was the sound of keys being rustled.

hoseok clutched junior to his chest and held him tightly. who was outside the door? were they trying to break in? why wasn't his daddy and his oppa here to save him?

finally the door was swung open to reveal jungkook with his legs wrapped around yoongi's waist and their lips locked in a heated kiss. the eldest kicked the door shut with his foot, shoved his keys back in his pocket, and returned his hands back to the youngest's ass.

yoongi squeezed his ass eliciting a groan from the youngest. jungkook tugged his hair and kissed him back feverishly.

"ahh fuck, hyung," jungkook panted when they pulled apart.

the eldest pushed him against the wall and reattached their lips. hoseok didn't know what to do. he stayed frozen and watched from his spot on the couch. the noises coming from his oppa sounded like he was in pain. did someone hurt his oppa?

"w-wait, yoongi-hyung," jungkook pushed him away, "where's, hoseok?"

"probably sleeping, it's pretty late."

"let's go check on him then. you told me he was really worried about me. i want my prince to know i'm alright," the youngest dropped his legs and stood on his own.

yoongi placed a hand on the small of his back and walked with him to hoseok's bedroom. however, the little was still silent on the couch feeling very shaken. he didn't know why, but he felt like he was going to cry.

he didn't understand why his daddy and oppa were doing that. it sounded like they were hurt. not to mention, they didn't even notice him sitting right there. did they ignore him?

"baby buck? where are you, sunshine?" he heard yoongi's voice from down the hall.

"d-daddy? oppa?" he called out weakly.

the caregivers walked down the hall calling the little's name. when they saw him close to tears on the couch, they rushed over immediately.

"oh what's wrong, hobi?" jungkook grabbed the little and pulled him into his lap.

"did you forget about baby?" he asked with tears in his eyes and buried his face into the youngest.

"of course not, hobi! we thought you were in our room, baby," yoongi sat on the other side of him and rubbed his back.

"love baby?"

"of course, prince," jungkook cupped his face and looked at him, "we'll never not love you," he kissed his lips lightly.

yoongi leaned over and kissed his cheek, then jaw, then neck.

"love you always," the eldest reassured him.

the little stayed there in their loving embrace contentedly, until he noticed something.

"oppa, do you have boo boos? are you hurt?" the little asked worriedly, ghosting his fingertips across the fresh hickeys on his neck.

"uh, umm..." jungkook turned bright red.

"he's not hurt, honey, those are daddy's marks," yoongi grinned mischievously.

"oh! like what daddy and oppa do to baby?" he turned to yoongi with eyes full of curiosity.

"exactly," yoongi smiled, then winked at a blushing jungkook.

"quit that! you're so bad," jungkook hit the eldest's chest. "c'mon, hoseokie, let's get to bed."

yoongi wrapped his arms around hoseok's waist and lifted him up. he carried him down the hall to the three's shared room with jungkook trailing behind them.

he laid the little on the bed and unfastened his pants, while jungkook pulled off the little's shirt. they dressed him in his nighttime onesie, then put on their own pajamas.

the little drifted off into a deep sleep pressed between his two caregivers; his face buried in his daddy's chest with the eldest's hand cradling his head, his oppa's arm around his waist, and his thumb slid in between his teeth.