Baby~ [MinJoon AU]

▫ Twenty - One ▫

날에 초점...

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This has probably been the longest that Namjoon has regressed. For three days straight, now the fourth, and he had been playing dolls, colouring flowers, watching television and having fruit snacks.

Taehyung has visited as well, greeted by a shy Joon in his elephant pajamas. And the duo pretty much spent their whole discussion time being with the little when Joonie roped them into binge watching Barbie movies.

"I- It's okay daddy. I can do this one!" the little said, as he held onto every toy he had in his arms to deposit into his toy basket.

Little Joonie's independence, well, fake independence to do everything was just admirable. It wasn't like he was never independent during little space before; he normally wouldn't ask for it if it took too much time of Jimin's, and has learnt to deal his problems by his own, only to either successfully accomplish it or leave small messes behind for Jimin, or Yoongi and Jungkook to clean. There were also times when he would actually give up and groan in frustration, and Jimin would stifle a chuckle whenever he witness the scene because as soon as that happened, Joon would contemplate for a few minutes before whining and crawling after the caregiver, giving those teary doe eyes as a silent plea to help him. He finds this super, duper adorable.

But today felt... a little different.

He could sense something, some kind of vibe emitting off the little, and it makes him a bit uncomfortable; on edge.

Not only a determined look was on his face, there was also frustration etched on it, with the way his eyebrows drew in together, and the way his face grew a bit red every time he dropped a toy, and yet never giving it up to crawl at him for help. He heard the little groan again, as he squatted down to pick up the toy car in hand and slowly getting up to preserve balance. Jimin leant side ways by the door frame, watching the other angrily dump all of his toys into the box before closing the lid with a hmph!

"Baby... come let daddy help you," he really did want to, as there were still more things scattered around the floor.

"It's okay daddy. I will cwean later." That was what he said before he stepped on a Lego car, the pain shooting up like a bullet as he tripped backwards and landed on his rear with a loud thud.