Stigma {Kim Taehyung FF}✔

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After the session, Y/N waited silently outside, and began to look up the terms she heard from her doctor. She pulled out her phone.

She opened the internet, and typed in the search bar. 'what is little space.' and clicked on the first thing to pop up.

It was from a website that was created for the "mental disorder" as her psychologist put it.

'Littlespace is the mindset or headspace in which an adult baby or little feels most carefree, accepted, and mentally youthful. Some adult babies or littles are only in littlespace during certain times while others may always be in littlespace as part of their natural personality. Either way, it's important for an adult baby or little to get to experience littlespace often to fulfill their psychological needs.'

You finished reading and pouted. You were offended. You didn't think you acted like a baby. If anything, you were a big girl.

"Little space? What the hell is that?" A voice said right by your ear, making you jump. You turned with wide eyes, as your phone was suddenly ripped out of your hand.

Taehyung started reading, "Littlespace is the mindset or headspace in which an adult baby or little feels most carefree, accepted, and mentally youthful.

Some adult babies or littles are only in littlespace during certain times while others may always be in littlespace as part of their natural personality.

Either way, it's important for an adult baby or little to get to experience littlespace often to fulfill their psychological needs."

He raised an eyebrow. "Why are you looking something like this up? Is it a kink of yours or something?"

You pouted and snatched your phone back. "It's not nice to take someone's phone, TaeTae."

He rolled his eyes, "When have I ever been nice?" You tilted your head, "When have you ever been mean?"

He blinked at you. "Yeah..whatever. I'm leaving. Peace." He called, turning and beginning to walk away.

You gasped, "TaeTae, wait! let's go together!"

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Inside the office, your mother and Doctor were still talking seriously. "M/N, there's some other things that I wanted to speak to you about." Your mother nodded.

"People with littlespace, tend to look for other caring figures, even if they have a parent, or guardian. They're called caregivers."

"Caregivers are figures that take care of 'littles', almost similar to a parent, but there's more...sexual...tendencies behind the relationship."

Your mother's eyes widened, "Wh-What do you mean?" The doctor sighed. "'Littles' will get very depressed, knowing that they are without a caregiver. Normally the caregiver is of the opposite sex, or the sex that the 'little' is attracted to."

"In Y/N's case, that is a man. 'Littles' with male caregivers, usually amount to referring to them as 'Daddy' as it makes them more comfortable."

"To become a caregiver, the man must be someone that is trusted greatly by the 'little'. Of course the man can say no, but it will have a negative effect on your daughter. The same as being romantically rejected."

"I'm telling you this, because I don't want you to stop her from finding a Caregiver. It may be hard, but in my opinion, having a caregiver will make Y/N feel more at ease, and may help her transition in her big space. Her mature side."

Your mother sat, trying to take in the information, before nodding, "I'll try my hardest to be open about it. Thank you for telling me."

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"Why are you still following me?" Taehyung sighed in annoyance. You stepped in front of him, halting his movements, "I thought we were going to get ice cream?" Taehyung furrowed his eyebrows. "We never agreed to that."

You looked off to the side, thinking, "Did I forget to ask? I thought we agreed. Maybe that was in my head?" Taehyung stared at the strange girl, trying to decide if you were being serious, or trying to be cute in his presence.

He placed his hand on your forehead, making you glance up at the hand, going cross eyed. "Wha- Hey!" You shouted, as he used his wrist to push you out of his way, "I'm going home. Not for ice cream."

You pouted, and grabbed his wrist quickly, "Please? I really want ice cream!" He shook you off, "Then go get ice cream. I'm going home." You clung on to his arm, "I don't want to go alone! I can't!"

He sighed and turned to you, "Why?" You pouted, and looked down shyly, mumbling. He raised a brow, leaning down closer to hear you as you mumbled at the ground, "What?"

You stomped and looked up quickly, "I don't have any money!" You froze when you noticed how close his face was to your own. Taehyung in a similar position. He wasn't expecting you to look up so quickly, and had overestimated the distance between you both.

You squeaked, going red as you covered your face with your sweater paws quickly. Taehyung straightened up quickly, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I'm not buying you ice cream."

He began walking away again. You pouted, but let it go. You began following him again, giggling as you passed certain things. You were so caught up in the patterns of the walkway, that you didn't notice when Taehyung stopped at a crosswalk, the light red.

You continued, giggling and skipping, trying not to step on a crack. You stepped off the side walk and on to a while crosswalk line. You jumped to the next one, and we're preparing to jump against, when you were pulled back roughly.

Your body fling backwards into another one, almost falling, as a car sped past you, honking loudly. Your feet crossed, and you fell into the body more. You were extremely scared. You had almost been hit.

You were upset. How could you let yourself get so distracted, that you didn't notice the traffic going by? You were thrown out of your thoughts, as the person behind you, spun you quickly.

"Are you stupid?! Why would you walk into moving traffic!? You were almost hit! How could you get so distracted?! Pay more attention!" The boy shouted. Your eyes watered.

You looked up, meeting Taehyung's angry eyes, and you lip trembled, making his eyes widen. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! Please don't be mad!" Taehyung sighed, and released you, walking by you quickly.

You cried out and ran in front of him, reaching the other side of the street, when he was in safety, you stepped in front of him, and wrapped your arms around his waist tightly, making him freeze.

"I'm sorry! Don't hate me! I'll listen next time! I'm sorry, Daddy!"

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Poof, and a Daddy was born.