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little!taehyung (mental age 3-4)//caregiver!namjoon

heavily inspired by me and how shitty i am as a human being :)

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Taehyung had been in a mood all day.

Namjoon wasn't really sure where his sudden mood swings had come from, as just yesterday, he was as bright as the sun itself, but Namjoon simply chalked it up to stress.

It wasn't unusual for Taehyung to throw tantrums every now and then - no one was perfect - and over the years, Namjoon had just learnt to let him get on with it and leave Taehyung to strop on his own.

He remembered once almost two years ago, when he'd tried to intervene and calm Taehyung down, the little ended up biting him, so Namjoon had learnt his lesson from then on.

But this was a different mood.

Sure, Taehyung was angry, but it was from a complete lack of attention as opposed to stress - as Namjoon had suspected.

Taehyung was stubborn as Hell, and he definitely would not tell Namjoon that he was angry because of him; he would much rather throw hints everywhere and let Namjoon come to him and sort it out.

But he hadn't, which was only making Taehyung even angrier.

All he wanted was for Namjoon to acknowledge that he was angry, and to cuddle with him and tell him that everything would be ok. But Taehyung didn't want to tell Namjoon that - he didn't want to appear weak, didn't want to voice everything he wanted all the time. He wanted Namjoon to simply know what he wanted, but he never did.

Tears filling his eyes, Taehyung  stormed to his bedroom, ignoring Namjoon who was reading in the kitchen and slamming the door behind him.

He dropped down onto his bed, lying down on his front and screaming as loudly as he could into the pillow. The last time he got angry like this, he'd ended up smashing plates on the floor, which he got punished for in the end, so this seemed like a much better option.

Once he had screamed his throat raw, Taehyung just started crying, sobbing loudly into the pillow and clutching at it until his knuckles turned white. He didn't care if Namjoon heard or not, just needed some way to get his anger out and tire himself out so he could sleep and - hopefully - wake up in a better mood.

Another ten minutes passed of Taehyung crying, and soon his loud sobs turned into feeble whimpers and sniffles.

That was when Namjoon decided to go see his baby, figuring that he really needed his Daddy right about now.

"TaeTae?" He asked softly, opening Taehyung's bedroom door, his heart breaking when he saw his baby.

The tips of Taehyung's ears were red, which Namjoon knew meant that he had been crying pretty hard.

When the little didn't answer, Namjoon closed the door behind him and knelt down in front of Taehyung.

"Come on, baby, talk to me," he pleaded, threading his fingers through Taehyung's light blonde locks. "Daddy's here now, tell him what's the matter."

It took a few minutes for Taehyung to lift his face out from his arms, and Namjoon made quick work and wiping the tears away that stained his cheeks.

"Daddy doesn't know," he croaked quietly, and Namjoon stood up so he could sit down on the bed, pulling Taehyung into his lap.

"What doesn't Daddy know, baby?" He asked, fingers smoothing out the knots and tangles in Taehyung's hair.

"Anything," Taehyung pouted. "Daddy doesn't know anything."

"Well, can baby tell Daddy so that he knows? Hm?" Namjoon encouraged lightly, pressing a kiss to Taehyung's forehead as the boy sniffled.

"When I get angry, Daddy, I don't want Daddy to ignore me," the little started. "I don't want punishies, I just want Daddy to give me cuddles and tell me that I'm a good boy and that it's gun' be ok. But Daddy ignores me so I get angrier, then I get punishies because I break something or because I shout."

"Baby, Daddy punishes you because he needs his baby to know that shouting and breaking things isn't ok. It's a no-no, baby, that's why it's on our 'no-no list'," Namjoon replied, rubbing Taehyung's back in circles as he hiccuped.

Taehyung's eyes filled with tears again. "I know is' a no-no, Daddy, but Daddy doesn't know why I get angry anymore. Is' because Daddy doesn't care about me anymore, and he never gives me attention so I'm alone so then I'm angry because Daddy doesn't want me, then when he ignores me, I get angrier, Daddy."

Taehyung was crying again, and Namjoon held his head close to his chest, shushing him.

"Baby, Daddy does care. He cares so much," he reassured. "Daddy just doesn't know how to help his little flower when he's angry, and he doesn't want to make it worse for him. Does baby remember when he bit Daddy that one time he tried to help?"

Taehyung nodded. "'M sorry, Daddy."

"No need to apologise, angel. But Daddy doesn't want something like that to happen again, which is why he just left his baby to calm down for a while. But Daddy knows now, baby, and he's so sorry for neglecting you," Namjoon said, kissing Taehyung's temple. "You're my bubby, my angel, my favourite flower, and Daddy will always love you."

"'M I gon' get punishies, Daddy?" Taehyung sniffled, and Namjoon shook his head.

"No punishies today, sweetheart. But no more breaking things or biting Daddy, ok?"

"Ok, Daddy," Taehyung replied, and Namjoon cuddled him closer to his chest.

"Good boy."

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just imagine little tae fucking throwing ceramic plates around lmao