Tae's Baby - Taegi

seven

*Taehyung*

"So... since you took care of him then, does that make you his caregiver?" I questioned, still kind of confused about this new world I'd just learnt of, according to Namjoon-Hyung, Yoongi-Hyung was something called a 'little'. He had just been explaining it and how he knew and what Yoongi-Hyung was like when he was in 'littlespace'.

"No, I guess I was pretty close to it in the sense of being the person to care for him and for having rules and buying him things but I was never really his caregiver. More like an older brother to him." I nodded along, remembering as much as I could about everything I was being told.

"I think you're going to be his caregiver one day, and if you keep up everything you're doing I'd say that will happen in the near future. You know he doesn't trust easy and opens up even less, but that changes when he slips." I nodded and soon after our talk came to an end, he left the room and a few seconds later Yoongi-Hyung came in.

"Hi," I greeted him back and he stood awkwardly for a little while until finally he spoke up, "Sooo, what were you and Joon talking about?"

"He was just asking me questions about some stuff and then explaining a few things I didn't understand. It's nothing you need to worry about ba- Hyung."

He smiled small and made his way to the bed, curling up in the warm blankets, "Yoongi-Hyung, you've gotta get changed. You can't sleep in your clothes."

He groaned and stuffed his face into the warmth, "Too cozy for that, it's so warm here and I'm comfy too. I am not losing this."

"You've got to get dressed, Hyung," he shook his head and only cuddled into the blanket more, "Min Yoongi-Hyung, if you don't get up and change into pajamas right now I am going to strip you and do it myself."

I figured that would get him up but apparently he was feeling extra lazy, more than I thought, "Knock yourself out."

I stood there not knowing if he was joking or not until he moved his head to look at me expectantly. Then I realized he was actually waiting for me to undress him.

I gulped and walked over to the edge of the bed where he was, taking off his socks first. Then I asked him to move his arms and pulled off his shirt, then slid his pants down.

He was laughing at me the whole time, still snuggling the blanket best he could. I went to his bag of shit and grabbed some pajamas, they were just black with white outlines on them.

I pulled his pants up his little legs and easily lifted his waist to get them up all the way, he laughed almost uncontrollably when I did that. I gently took hold of one of his arms and guided it through one sleeve of the top, then did the same with the other before I buttoned the shirt.

"There you go, you're all done now." I pet his bottom and layed down on the bed, he thanked me but then stood up and walked to the kitchen, opening the pantry.

"Woah, woah, woah. I thought you were too cozy and lazy to get up??" I sat up and pointed an accusing finger at him as he pulled out a pack of cookies.

"Well yeah, that's true. But what's also true is I wanted cookies, and I had to get up in order to get the cookies." He sat on the bed and opened the packet, taking one out and nibbling it a bit.

"So there was no reason for me to change your clothes for you!" He laughed and looked at me, the smallest hint of a smirk as he spoke.

"Look at it this way. If I get up to get cookies then I get rewarded for my efforts of moving, the reward being the cookies. If I get up and get changed there's no reward for me, effort and exercise all for nothing."

"And what, there was a reward from me dressing you?" I couldn't help but laugh at his silly logic and reasoning.

"That's was a reward in itself." He winked cheekily and I scoffed, draw dropping with a smile still prominent.

"Well if that's the case I think that means I should get some cookies for dressing you, I got no reward for that unnecessary exercise." I reached over to grab one from the pack but couldn't because of the body now blocking me. He had hurled himself over them to stop me from getting any.

"They're all for me, not enough to share!" I laughed at him and tackled him into the bed, trying to pry them from his grip.

"It's a whole packet of cookies Hyung! That's plenty to share!!" He laughed along too and squirmed to escape, not letting me get any. But before he could get away I was quick to wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back, we fell back onto the bed and the pack slipped from his clutches as he laughed.

I rushed to grab them and took two for myself before returning them to him, "C'mon, bed time now."

He stuffed one more into his mouth before putting them away and joining me in the bed. I layed on my back and he was about to lay next to me when I placed my hand on his waist and pulled him so he was resting on my chest, "Taehyung-ah, I already told you last night, I don't want to cuddle! I don't like it!!"

He tried to get off of my but I only held him tighter against me, "I don't care if you tell me you don't want to, Hyungie. I'm cuddling you either way, now you can either make it comfortable and cuddle me back or you can try to get away all night and make it uncomfortable for us both. Which is it?"

He sighed before I felt him relax and nestle his face into my chest. I pulled the blanket over us both and gently rested one hand on his lower back, my other one on his head as I gently combed my fingers through his hair.

Eventually I soothed him to sleep, I picked out a dummy and slipped it into his mouth, he started sucking and I couldn't help but smile and place a soft kiss on the top of his head.

I figured it out, he wasn't my favourite Hyung. He was my baby.