All the Stars in the Sky- BTS Littlespace

Chapter 15

BY GOLLY, has it been a while! Honestly, I don't really have an excuse for leaving y'all on red for so long... I just... life is hard. (*enter my girlfriend, who nudges your shoulder and whispers* she had an eating disorder, but she doesn't wanna admit to it. She's better now, though.)  Anyways... please enjoy this long anticipated (hopefully) chapter. I plan on updating more regularly now, but if I ever haven't updated and y'all want one, please feel free to message me. Love ya!

Jimin almost choked. That big of a stuffed animal must be impossible win, he panicked. This was a problem, because Jimin was no good at these games; he couldn't win a ring toss to save his life. Where's the 'golden maknae' when you need him?

"P'ease Dada?" Yoonie begged with the most convincing puppy dog eyes known to man. Jimin felt terrible knowing he could never win the fluffy Kumamon for such a deserving, adorable prince. A sad smile graced his face as he prepared for Yoongi's inevitable tantrum.

"I'm sorry, Yoonie baby, but Jimi- Dada's no good at those games," Chim explained softly. Yoonie's eyes started to water, warning Jimin of an oncoming storm. "Bu-but I can try! Please don't cry, bud. I'll try my best to get you the stuffy," he exclaimed, taking Yoongi's hands in his.

The Little looked up through mint-green bangs, his trusting eyes locking with Jimin's. He nodded, letting Chim lead him to the booth. Yoongs tried not to focus too much on the loud, scary strangers walking around.

He wanted to tell the younger he was scared, but fear pursed his lips. His saving grace from the scary world now rested on Jiminie and the warm, inviting Kumamon Yoongs insisted they win.

The game was a ring toss, where players tried to land rings on far away glass cola bottles. It was not easy, especially for someone like Jimin (who sucked at this). Yet, he tried anyway. "Two rounds of rings, please," Jimin asked. The young man operating the booth smirked at Chim's shaky hands as he exchanged the bills for rings.

"Might wanna calm those nerves before ya try, bruh," the booth worker said. Jimin laughed a bit, muttering a small 'thanks'. Beside him, Yoongi rocked impatiently on his heels. "Yooni be'ieves in Dada. Chimmy can does it," the rapper whispered softly and the younger pecked his cheek for encouragement.

Alright, on three. One, two, three! He through the ring... and missed by a long shot. Yoongi pouted, but eagerly awaited Jimin's next throw. You can do this, Jimin. Aim for the farthest one; it'll score the most points. He took a deep breath... and missed again. Jimin huffed in frustration.

He had four more rings, and he knew he'd score with none of them. It was only a matter of time before Yoongi was bawling over his misfortune.

Unable to bare the thought of the Little crying, Jimin eyed the farthest bottle with a concentration like that of when he danced. He tossed; he failed.

Yoongs pulled on his arm. "Yoonie wanna t'y," the Little whined. "Hush, bud. I've got to concentrate. You're not even supposed to be Little right now," Chim mumbled into Yoongi's ear. This, of course, hurt the Little's feelings. "Wanna twry," he demanded.

Jimin gave his Little hyung a look. He debated giving the Yoongs a chance. Why not let him? He's probably no better than me. Chim decided to hand Yoongi the rings, but paused before doing so. "What do we say?" Yoongs looked down. "P'ease," he responded. The rings were placed in his grasp.

The Little boy was happy to accept the challenge, picking his favorite colored ring to throw. As he drew back his arm, with one eye closed like a cowboy aiming his gun, Yoongi drilled his focus onto the farthest cola bottle. He swung quickly, the purple ring just a flying streak in the air.

"That's twenty points," the booth worker said as the ring effortlessly landed on the farthest bottle. "You need forty more for the Kumamon." Yoongs nodded, taking aim again. He took a deep breath... and scored again. The Little smiled proudly to himself.