Little Space with Kim Namjoon

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Okay, I figured it would be best to give some context as to why Namjoon was in this situation before we get into the story. The truth of the matter is that Namjoon was something that was referred to as 'little'. This meant that he would, at times, find himself slipping into something called 'little space'.

A 'little' is a person who regresses into their minds and their mental state becomes one that is akin to the mindset of a child. In Namjoon's case it's a coping mechanism for when he was finding himself unable to deal with copious amounts of stress.

It was hard for Namjoon, as he was the leader of six fully grown males, three of which were older than him and three that were younger. Namjoon had always tried his hardest to keep his little side a secret. It was especially tasking when he had first been put in the group. He found himself taking drastic measures and only letting his little side out every other fortnight in fear.

An angel (despite being almost satanic at times) had descended, in the form of one of his older members, Min Yoongi. Namjoon hadn't been expecting or even planning for anyone to find out his little secret. So it was a surprising when it actually happened. It had all boiled down to one fateful evening, when everything had become too overwhelming.

Namjoon's closet had opened up, quite literally. Unfortunately (or maybe fortunately now that I think about it) Namjoon's god like ability to destroy everything meant he had broken the latch on the closet door without realising. He had been sitting cross-legged with his favourite (sparkly blue) dummy in his mouth. He was colouring in his book and was even managing to stay in the lines (well mostly). Namjoon was so engrossed in his little space that he didn't hear his hyung entering their shared room.

(A little thing to note: Yoongi knew that Namjoon liked to hide in their joint closet when the younger felt stressed and overwhelmed. He didn't judge him in the slightest, Yoongi liked to crawl into a ball and hide under his duvet himself, besides the younger wasn't hurting anyone. However Yoongi hadn't expected it go beyond sitting by himself in the dark, enclosed space.)

Yoongi walked into his room, sighing tiredly. He was about to climb into bed when he noticed, a sliver of light coming from the gap between the closet doors. His mind immediately assumed that Namjoon must have left it on when he had gotten changed earlier.

Sighing for the hundredth time that day, the short male made his way to closet, ready to turn off the light. He walked at snail's pace, feeling too lazy to exert too much effort and opened the door. Okay, Yoongi won't lie, his first thoughts was to shut the door and write what he was seeing off as a bad dream, but there was something inside that simply wouldn't let him (no matter how tempting it was).

Yoongi blinked incredibly slowly, trying to let the entire situation sink in properly. His eyes scanning the form of his leader. Namjoon was just looking at his hyung with soft eyes, his head tilted to the side adorably. The younger male lightly sucked on his dummy, making it bob in response.

Yoongi sighed, before he cautiously knelt down, until his knees touched the floor. He gave the boy opposite him a weak smile. Namjoon, encouraged by the older's actions, returned a soft smile of his own, his dimples deepening considerably. The mere sight of the younger's dimples made Yoongi internally squeal (a manly squeal of course).

Namjoon, who was still in his little space, went back to colouring when his hyung didn't say or do anything. He sucked lightly on his dummy, trying to concentrate on staying in the lines. The look of pure innocence that he was exuding struck a chord in Yoongi and he ruffled the younger's hair, making the latter giggle cutely.

Yoongi slowly stood up and walked away. Making sure to gently close the closet door behind him before he climbed into bed. He decided that he could speak to the younger when he feeling better. He let out a tired yawn and easily fell asleep.