Step dad Sugakookie

part 3

JUNGKOOKS POV

I up, it was the next morning. I saw daddy standing at his desk.
"Daddy"
"Mmm"
"Can I go shipping today, with some friends?"
"Sure, but you have to promise to be back before 10"
"I promise"
I jumped up and got ready to go. I gave daddy a kiss. I went to a friends house. It was only 7:00 so I could be out for at least 2 hours. I knocked on the door.
"Ahhh kookieeeee I've missed you"
"Calm down Jin. You saw like 3 weeks ago."
"To freaking long"
I walked in.
"So you wanna go shopping with me? I have to be home by ten"
"Yeah let's go"
We went to the mall. I have no idea daddy put a microphone on my shirt when we kissed, so he was listening to what we say.
We went shopping.
"J-jin h-hes h-here"
"Who"
"Him"
"Where?"
I couldn't answer since I was having a panic attack.
"T-t-take m-m-me h-ome"
"OK, is there any one there?"
"Yes"
He rushed me home, I fumbled to get the door unlocked but when I did. I jumped inside, I slammed the door. I was still having a panic attack. I was crying loudly, shaking, mumbling thing like 'stop, don't hurt me' or 'sorry'.
"Baby boy, come here" 
I shook my head, I panicked even more when he walked over to me.
"I SIAD IM SORRY, PLEASE DINT HURT ME, PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU"
I screamed loud enough for anyone to here. I feel I'm being picked up. I try to get away. I'm screaming, punching, and hitting every where.I was put into a lap. I feel arms behind my back. The hands go in a circular motion, saying sweet nothings like 'its OK, baby boy I got you' or 'I won't hurt you' or 'I love you so much' into my ear. I start to calm down.
"I'm so sorry daddy"
I say in a whisper.
"It's ok, can you tell me what triggered you this time"
"I saw my abusive ex at the mall"
"And you started having flashbacks, and you had a panic attack?"
I nodded my head yes.
"I don't want you to go anywhere without me, okay? I don't want you to keep suffering like this"
I nodded my head yes. Since we were on the ground in front of the door, he picked us up and took us to the bedroom.
"Daddy, im bored"
"What do you wanna do?"
"Cowor"
I feel myself slipping. I tried hiding that, no, please don't slip.
"Why are you talking like that?"
I slipped, goddamit.
"Kookie wan' cowor"
"Jungkook, what's happening?"
"Big me left, its little me Dada"
"Wait what? Does your mom know?"
"Yeah Dada, mama know little kookie"
"Okay I'm going to text your mom, where your colors"
I went to grab my box of toys. I dumped them out.
"AHHHHHH HOOOOOOPPEEEEE , IT'S HOPIIIEEE Dada lookie kookie found hope"
"Good job baby, know go and play"

Yoongi POV

I went to text his mom she said that its a headspace where he acts younger then what he actually is. And that he rarely slips, but when he does he really nice, rarely gets into trouble.
I walk asked her why I suddenly felt like a proud father. She said just like him I have a father headspace. Basically, when he becomes little I turned in to his daddy. Its weird.
I said thank you.
I went up to Jungkooks room and saw him coloring a picture. He looked up and saw me. He smiled.
"Looked Dada, i made you a picture"
"Lemme see what kookie made Dada"
He showed me, it was messy but I loved it. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a magnet. I hung his picture up on the fridge.  He came down and looked at it.
"Dada hung up kookie picwure?"
"Mhmm, Dada loves kookie picture"
He smiled, he came and hugged me. I picked him up and put him on my side. I walked to the living room. I sat him down on the couch, for him to crawl on the ground infront of the TV. I put on a TV show for him. He watched Bubble Guppies. I'm guessing he was a young age.
This is all new to me. I found out he is a little, I also found out that I have a father headspace. I researched things about littles, and how to control them, and what I can so if it gets out of hand.
I decided that making rules, punishment, and a normal routine for him in little space.
"Kookie"
He looked at me, he didn't say anything so continued.
"We going to make rules, punishment and a routine. Is that okay baby"
He nods his head yes.
He crawls over to where is was. He grabbed crayons and paper.
The rules were:
1) don't draw on the walls
2) only draw on paper
3) never hit daddy
4) don't disrespect daddy
5) don't go in daddies office without his permission
6) do as I say
7) don't draw on anything but paper

The punishments were:
1) timeout
2) no toys
3) no cuddles
4) spankies

The routine was:

1) Eat breakfast
2) Get changed into some clothes
3) tell daddy if you ever have a problem
4) at 2 it is nap time
5) when you wake up tell me your dreams
6) dinner
7) get into a bath
8) go to sleep

We agreed on all of them. I turned the TV back on because it was still really early. This time we were watching Strawberry Shortcake.
I heard soft snores coming from my baby. I chuckled a little bit. I went over and picked him up. I put him in the room. I cuddled him. I fell asleep soon after.....but I forgot to give him his present...at least its christmas eve....

I know its past christams but bare with me.