Pacifier •jjk.kth• [Discontinued]

Chapter 10: ass o'clock [M]

A/n: Should I have put a warning? Anyway here's some teeny bit smut.
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There was something wrong about the strange watery silence surrounding Taehyung as if he has half a head submerged in a stagnant lake. He had woken up in the middle of night or so the charcoal night creeping in from the open window told him. The window he remembered shutting close. And the music box he remembered putting on repeat, the soft quilt he remembered donning on his frame. All gone.

Something then drew his attention to the edge of the bed where a figure was standing, its features indistinguishable and dark as if it was a part of the shadowed corners of his room.

It moved towards him but Taehyung found himself unable to get away or move his body altogether. His limbs were locked at his sides by an unseen force and moving his fingers took all the strength that he could muster like he was truly underwater with a density that was incomparable.

The shadow didn't stop. It put a knee between his splayed legs, uncaring of Taehyung's frightened eyes for his face too seemed to be casted in stone, unmovable. Taehyung tried. And tried, and tried to tell it to get away, shout at it and rip his arms away, but his words were stuck in his throat and only whimpers left his lips. The figure didn't listen until it was hovering over him.

And Taehyung saw someone he knew. The pale face of his caregiver looking so haunting near his own. Eyes pitch black, its whiteness gone and his previous smooth hair curling like tendrils of smoke.

He didn't recognize this Jeongguk. It ripped a sob right from his chest that the stranger met with a snarl and he swirled right back into the vortex of his brain, coming up for breath as his eyes opened.

The music from his music box filled his senses and he looked at his shut window.

Nightmare. Just a nightmare.

The AirCon was at its highest setting but Taehyung could feel the sweat lining his nape making his nightshirt cling to him in the most uncomfortable way.

His palms were sweaty too. His thighs were wet, the horrible realisation doomed over him as he snatched away the covers and found a huge wet patch on the sheets from his soaking shorts.

Taehyung had pissed his pants. Like a fucking baby after a stupid nightmare when he wasn't even in a little's headspace.

Maybe it was that thought or the cold dread and shame gripping his heart that had him tumbling into his headspace.

It wasn't exactly of much help. The belated guilt grew tenfold. The shame was making his bones helpless and he doubled over himself while loud sobs shook through his body.

In the other room, Jeongguk had just fallen asleep after two hours of negotiation with the ruthless supplier of the hot wheels merchandise. He had just managed to get his pants off before face planting the bed.

But he was abruptly woken up from his half slumber as the silence was pierced by loud cries from next door. Immediately scurrying to his feet, Jeongguk rushed to the Little's room.

Smell of urine hit him and his face paled. For a moment he stood dumbstruck at the doorway. The Little was sobbing into his piss soaked sheet curled up in a fetal position. His face was red from the force of his crying and his body was shivering from the cold of the aircon.

Snapping out of it, Jeongguk switched the cooling off and the lights on. Then he hurried to the male on the bed. Taehyung seemed to have sensed his movements amidst his crying and when Jeongguk neared him, he only scooted father away from his grasp.

"Tae? Daddy's here. It's okay. It's okay, baby. C'mere." the caregiver tried to coax the Little, tugging the covers out of Taehyung's clenched fists.