little space to ease your soul. ☆〜（ゝ。∂）
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little: jungkook caregiver: namjoon age range: 2-4
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jungkook fell down to his knees, sobbing in frustration.
"jungkook-ah, what happened?" namjoon questioned, lifting him by his armpits, helping his exhausted body right up and back on his feet.
the youngest leaned against the trap room's wall covering his face, too embarrassed to meet the leader in his eyes.
they had just finished a concert, the fans were still roaring and cheering for them even minutes after for left.
instead of feeling proud after their successful concert, jungkook was a sobbing mess. normally when they concluded their concerts, the maknae would be full of joy and glee, although that didn't seem to be the case for tonight.
"i-i fucked up!" he weeped, his back sliding down the wall until he hit the ground.
the leader winced at him. he could hardly hear him over the audience, but it was enough to where he caught the last two words. "it must've been very small then, because i didn't even notice it. did you guys notice anything?" namjoon looked over his shoulder seeing the others shaking their heads.
"i like — kinda f-fell cause i slipped at this one part of the song and i-i tried f- following you b-" his chest heaved, tears welling up in his eyes again.
with that frustration jungkook was dealing with he felt so light headed. it felt like his body was burning, but he was in a cold sweat.
he collapsed to the ground.
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jungkook had woken up in an addle and, not to mention in little space.
his body ached as he stretched in the little room he had. he had woken up in the leader's room and in namjoon's arms.
he grimaced and forced himself out of his headspace. he squirmed out of namjoon's arms and hopped out the bed.
before his feet could reach the floor, namjoon held onto his wrist, stopping him from going any further. "where do you think you're off to, huh?"
kook nervously glanced at him. "dance studio..." he mumbled
"nope," the leader shook his head and brought him back to the center of the bed.
jungkook huffed, his eyes watered with a pout set on his lips.
namjoon let out a small sigh.
"w-why?" he whimpered, crossing his arms. he had regressed again.
"calm down before you get upset at me," his caregiver told him softly, placing his hand on his shoulder.
"you can't go to the dance studio, kook. it's almost midnight. you need to rest, you literally passed out a couple hours ago," he explained.
