The Bible of Yoonseok Littlespace VER

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requested by svtseokk

this came out more angsty than i intended but oh well

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"has anyone noticed j-hope's cheeks? they're getting fatter."

"j-hope needs to loose weight."

"i mean i love hobi, but he's getting fat."

"i'm glad hoseok has chubby cheeks, it means he's healthy and eating."

"j-hope eats too much."

those were just some of the comments hoseok had seen. he'd see them in vlives and on shows and videos they'd done and he just couldn't ignore them anymore.

he didn't really think he'd put on that much weight at first, but then he started to look at himself more. his abs had become less defined, almost nonexistent, and his cheeks had definitely gotten chubbier. maybe he really had been eating too much.

now whenever he saw himself he could only focus on his face and stomach. it wasn't just the fans' imagination, he now knew he really was getting fatter.

he began eating less during meal times which caused the others to start worrying. he stayed longer during practices and worked even harder than usual. the worst part was that hoseok couldn't relax. he was so stressed and stuck in his head that he couldn't slip into littlespace.

yoongi obviously knew something was wrong with his boyfriend, but when he couldn't get into his headspace he knew there was definitely something very wrong.

"you hungry, babe?" yoongi asked walking into the living room.

"no, yoongi-hyungie, but thank you," hoseok said looking up from his spot on the couch.

yoongi sighed and flopped down onto the couch beside hoseok. he looked at hoseok but the younger just kept his eyes trained on the tv. yoongi let out a huff and cupped hoseok's face.

"will you please just tell me what's wrong, hoseok-ah," yoongi begged turning the younger's head towards him.

"wh-what do you mean?" hoseok stammered.

"baby, quit lying to me. stop telling me that you're fine because i know you're not. hoseok, i love you and i care about you, and i can't help you if you won't tell me what's wrong. i've given you space and a chance to tell me on your own, but now you're really starting to worry me," yoongi stared into his eyes stroking his cheekbone softly with his thumb.

"yoongi," tears were starting to prick hoseok's eyes, "i'm sorry," hoseok crawled onto yoongi's lap and clutched onto him.

"baby  it's alright, i just need you to tell me what's wrong," the elder said softly carding his fingers through his hair.

"i-i-i'm fat," hoseok cried shoving his face into yoongi's neck.

"what?" yoongi asked in a shocked tone, "no you're not. who told you that? that's not true."

"b-but the c-comment-ts-"

yoongi lifted his face and cut him off with his lips. it was soft and sweet until he pulled away and kissed away the tears trailing down his face.

"look at me. there's absolutely nothing wrong with your weight. you're perfect hoseok, absolutely perfect. you believe me don't you?"

"but-t my ch-cheeks a-and my t-t-tummy-"

"are perfect," yoongi cut him off, "these cheeks make sweet little boy even cuter than he already is."

yoongi leaned forward and kissed each of his cheeks softly.

"and this tummy," he slipped his hand up the front of hoseok's shirt and rubbed in slow circles, "is smooth, and soft, and perfect. just like you."

"daddy," hoseok's voice came out in a choked whisper and he gripped onto yoongi's shirt tighter, having slipped into littlespace.

"let's go, baby boy," yoongi announced standing up and shifting hoseok to his hip, "i'm gonna make my little peanut all his favorite foods."

"daddy, no," hoseok blushed burying his face into yoongi's shirt as his caregiver carried him into the kitchen.

"first  i'll make my baby some mac and cheese and get him a cup of chocolate milk," yoongi said placing him in his highchair.

he turned to the counter and grabbed the box of cheez-its, then got the container of sugar cookies from the cabinet. he also grabbed a handful of grapes from the fridge.

he placed the grapes on the highchair tray-table and hoseok watched happily as they rolled around and bumped into each other. yoongi poured some of the crackers onto the tray as well, along with two of the cookies.

"while you eat these," he finished his sentence and kissed the little's forehead.

"then maybe daddy could make his little cinnamon roll some cinnamon rolls?" yoongi asked brushing hoseok's bangs out of his face as the little popped a grape into his mouth.

"weally, daddy?" hoseok gasped in surprise.

"anything for my baby boy. my perfect, baby boy," yoongi smiled, kissing the little's forehead once more.

"i l-love you, daddy. you make me s-so happy," hoseok said his bottom lip starting to quiver.

"baby, don't cry, i love you too. i love you so much. never forget that."