Mafia

1

"Yoonie, honey, sweetie, cherry of my eye please let go of daddy TaeTae's hair," the vocalist pleaded with a nervous box smile across his face so he wouldn't scare the little thinking he was being yelled at.
"Baby boy be nice," Hobi said, handing Tae the sippy cup full of apple juice.
"Thanks hyung."
"'Hanks 'yung," Yoongi murmurred between his paci happily.
"You're welcome sweetheart."
"I think he's getting tired," Tae said observing Yoongi's batting eyelashes struggling to stay up.
"Nuh uh. 'Ow,"
"Ow?"
"Sow," Yoongi tired again pointing to the tv that displayed a cartoon of mickey mouse, "peppa pig!"
"Ohhhhhh, okay baby," Hobi moved to the tv and switched it to the little pink pig and her family.
"Hi! I'm Peppa Pig and this is my little brother George! *tiny snort* This is Mommy pig! *medium snort* And this is Daddy pig! *immense snort* *falls over laughing*"
Yoongi giggles, making the two others in the room coo.
"Are you guys watching Peppa Pig without me!" Jimin runs into the room, "I'm offended!"
"Jiminnie!"
"Hey Prince-- oh you seem quite tired," Jimin says seeing the little leaning against Tae's shoulder, "Shouldn't you be napping?"
"S'ow!"
Jimin gave the two a confused look, they mouthed 'show' and he understood.
Putting on his stern daddy voice to make it clear he said, "okay but after this you're off to bed for your nap. Understood?"
"Mhmm. 'hanks daddy."
"No problem baby."
"When will the others be back?"
"Not sure yet."
The credits rolled and Taehyung took charge in taking Little Yoongi to the nursery that was specially designed for when he slipped into this headspace.

When Yoongi woke up it was morning and Seokjin was sure to be down stairs serving eggs and breakfast rice, as that was the first thing the young boy smelled when he rose. The sun was caught between the curtains and the window, not yet making it into Yoongi's room. He couldn't climb out of bed since there were bars so he was forced to sit there in his panties and long tee-shirt Jimin gave him before bed.
"Is our baby boy awake?" Jungkook popped his head in the room.
Yoongi didn't feel like talking today and he was hoping they weren't doing anything that day either.
They better hurry and master 'Baby Yoonie Talk' or today was going to be hell.
Without a word Yoongi lifted his arms waiting to be picked up, when Jungkook only unlatched the crib, he pouted, for a couple seconds, then he saw Mr. Davidson has fallen out of bed. He started to whine.
"Oh?" the maknae was confused, "what is it?"
Desperate for the younger to understand him he points fiercely at his carpeted ground where the stuffed elephant layed.
"Ohh, okay prince here's Mr. Davidson," Jungkook handed over the stuffed animal and admired the way Yoongi hugged it before helping him pop his paci back in his mouth the correct way, instead of upside down.
He let the little climb onto his back, bouncing him up and down while he went down the hall then down the stairs, where they were greeted with yelling from the one and only Seokjin.
"Namjoon what did I say about helping me in the kitchen?!"
Yoongi giggled from his place, that got Seokjin's attention, "My baby boy!"
"He's our baby boy, thank you very much," Jungkook steered away, offensive.
"Okay our baby boy," he turned to the smallest, "are you hungry baby? I can make oatmeal if you don't want what I made."
Yoongi didn't want to be a hassle but eggs triggered him, (not in a joking way), and rice he was still getting used to.
He softly nodded reluctantly, feeling bad for making his caregiver eomma make him something else, but still, he couldn't express his guilt in words so he just nudged Jungkook to be let down.
Standing was a difficult task, because that required energy that he didn't have much of.
So instead he sat there watching his two bickering married caregivers as Jungkook watched too, amused.
Next was Jimin, who woke up next, he swiftly gave the little a kiss on a forehead, and messed with his hair. Though in little space Yoongi could be sexual, he wasn't when he was on the edge of baby space, he was oblivious to sex and kissing.
Jimin made his round giving each of Yoongi's caregivers a kiss then his daddy. He smiled warmly, he loved seeing his small family demonstrate their love for one another.
"Morning," Jimin mumbled pouring himself a cup of coffee, "baby want to watch cartoons?"
Yoongi's yes was reaching for his daddy, Jimin shook his head, "You can walk."
No i can't, Yoongi wanted to say, i'm your baby you can't make me walk.
He gestured more intensively for Jimin to pick him up.
Jimin huffed, "You're spoiled you know that?" but nevertheless picked him up with one strong arm, letting the little get comfortable on his hip, and wrap his legs and little arms around him.
They ended up watching Sesame Street which was one of Yoongi's favorites.
"Are you our baby today?" Jimin whispered in the little's ear, making the little blush. He nodded.
Jimin was frowning slightly making Yoongi want to talk, but not want to strong enough to form words. He looked at the little still dressed in his oversize shirt.
"Did you have a flashback?"
Yoongi shivered, then shook his head.
"A memory?"
A small nod, he was faintly sad today, and he didn't know why until Jimin brought it up. He couldn't get rid of memories from when he was involved in sex-trafficking (for 5 years), his father sold him for money to buy drugs. Where he was raped, and abused, put through things no one should experience but Yoongi did. He experienced it all. At one point he was "Owned" he was indicated as property and treated like a piece of land. He still felt the familiar feeling of self hate he felt for himself because of the things he let happen to him.
Unknowingly he still asked for basic self needs, like if he was allowed to drink, and he wouldn't start eating until someone told him he could, or if he could use the bathroom.
Sometimes he asked if he was existing too loudly. That hurt them all the most.
He's only been out for 6 years and the memories were still fresh, at times. But they were easier to ignore now, and he did a better job at coping.
He felt Jimin's hand brush through his hair, and him kissing the top of his head, his other hand rubbing his thigh in comfort.
"You're safe now prince," another light kiss.