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little!jimin (mental age 2-5)//caregiver!yoongi

i stan got7 and this was my first got7 song so--

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"Jiminie, darling," Yoongi called out to his little boy, poking his head around the door of the playroom. "Come on, baby, dinner's ready."

When Jimin didn't move from his spot on the carpeted rug, Yoongi allowed himself to fully step into the playroom, eyebrows creased in worry as he made his way over to Jimin.

"Baby?" He asked softly, sitting down next to Jimin. "What's wrong?"

"'M not hungwy, Daddy," Jimin said quietly, and Yoongi sighed.

"You need to eat, honey, otherwise you'll get sick," Yoongi replied, reaching out to hold Jimin's hand, rubbing the skin gently with his thumb. "Why don't you want to eat, baby boy?"

Jimin refused to make eye contact with Yoongi, too ashamed to even bring himself to look at him. When he didn't get a reply, Yoongi hoisted Jimin up onto his lap, and the younger boy suddenly began to cry when Yoongi wrapped his arms around his waist from behind.

"No, Daddy!" Jimin bawled, and Yoongi shushed him, kissing his cheeks and running his hands up and down his arms.

"Shh, baby, it's just Daddy. Just Daddy, no one else," Yoongi reassured with sweet whispers. "Daddy's here, Minnie. Daddy will help you."

Jimin turned around in Yoongi's lap, wrapping his short arms around his boyfriend's neck and crying into the crook of his shoulder.

"That's my good boy, Jimin," Yoongi praised, rubbing his baby's back in circles. "Let it all out, that's it."

At this point, Yoongi didn't care about the dinner getting cold. He just cared about his baby.

"Tell Daddy why you don't want to eat, beautiful," Yoongi encouraged once Jimin had calmed down a bit.

"'M fat, Daddy," Jimin mumbled into Yoongi's neck.

"No you most definitely aren't, baby," Yoongi responded, hands moving up to card his long, slender fingers through Jimin's blonde locks. "You're the most beautiful baby boy I've ever seen, and you'll always be."

"B-but Daddy-"

"No, baby. Just listen to me for a bit, ok?" Yoongi interjected, and Jimin nodded hesitantly. "Good boy.

"You're not fat, Jiminie, and even if you were, Daddy would still love you because that's just another part of you that would make you you, sweetheart. Daddy isn't perfect, either-"

"Daddy is!" Jimin interrupted, frown prominent on his face. "Daddy ish skinny an' his hair is always weally soft an' he has perfect teeth and weally nice eyes an'-"

"Jimin, darling, listen to me," Yoongi repeated again, a bit more firmly this time. "'Perfect' is a very subjective word. What I think is perfect, you may not think is perfect. Just like how Daddy thinks his baby boy is perfect in every way when you don't think so, baby. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Mhm," Jimin nodded, and Yoongi nuzzled his nose into the younger male's cheeks. "I tink Daddy ish perfect."

"And Daddy thinks you're perfect, love," Yoongi whispered back, kissing Jimin's temple. "You're just right, babydoll."

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ok ignore that really cheesy ending. i had to have the words 'just right' in here somewhere otherwise you would all penalise me or smth