Little Habits - Yoongi X Bts

Two; Little

Third Person POV

The groups' apartment was quiet. Quieter then it had ever been that day. Or that week even. Jin had finally gotten Yoongi to fall asleep, without pushing the younger out of little space. Last time they did that, it hadn't led to anything good. They had to let it naturally happen, which usually would be when Yoongi would sleep, or work. Either worked for the youngest of the group.

Jin sighed, as he collapsed onto his bed, right next to Namjoon's, the leader of the group. Namjoon chuckled at this, "At least he's asleep."

"Yeah, at least. It's been almost a week, since he last slept," Jin says to him, exchanging looks of worry, "Even in little space, Yoongi doesn't sleep. He doesn't let himself sleep."

"He works himself too hard," Namjoon says, "Harder then all of us. He knows we appreciate it, but he's afraid to bring himself a level down, 'for his own good', and 'not be appreciated.' Not be enough. Not be loved."

"He knows we'll always love him," Jin mutters, "At least I hope he does, Joonie."

He pulls his blanket over himself, and Jin smiles his way, "Good night."

"Good night, hyung."

- Time Skip -

Yoongi arises out of bed, hardly remembering the events of last nights events. 'Shit I was in little space again,' he thinks to himself, knowing that the inevitable is bound to occur to him; They were going to talk to him about it. Most people, would appreciate this. The effort, how kind, you'd think. Right? Wrong. Yoongi absolutely dreaded this, knowing he's a 'bad' little. All littles are a bit of trouble, because it is strange at first. 'Yoongi, you're 20, stop acting like a six year old,' but he can't do anything about it!

He sighs, and makes his way to the washroom. Looking straight at a torn rubber duck, that would've immediately triggered the younger into little space, if he hadn't shielded his puppy dog eyes from it. 'I slip in too easily,' he thought to himself, groaning at how true it was.

"Yoongi~" Taehyung sung, as he realizes he forgot to clean one thing from the washroom. The rubber duck. Sighing, he threw it out, making it 'invisible' to the younger.

Yoongi let out a small chuckle, and unshielded his eyes. Taking a step back from the older, the maknae muttered out a small, "Thank you."

Taehyung smiled, "Of course, lo- I mean. Yoongi~" Taehyung mentally face palmed, realizing how close he had come to triggering Yoongi's little space. He knew the most out of anyone, that Yoongi has countless triggers that pull him into little space. Triggers both verbal, and visual.

Yoongi picked up his tooth brush, and started to brush his pearly whites. He smiled into the mirror, as Taehyung watched him closely.

"Yoongi?" Taehyung asked, leaning in the doorway, as the younger started to style his hair with both his small hands, and a brush.

Nodding, Yoongi replied, "Yes TaeTae-hyung?"

Picking at the skin of his thumb, he then said to Yoongi, "Breakfast is ready. Seokie decided to cook this morning, since Jin hyung was busy resting after, yesterday."

Yoongi sighed, and finished with his hair styling. "I'm not hungry anyway," he spoke, "I honestly don't want to know what happened last night. But, I just want to know. Did I hurt anyone?"

"Physically, or verbally?" Taehyung replied, itching the back of his neck, as nerves crawled up and down his body.

"Both," the younger said, without any hesitation.

"Not physically, to a person at least," Taehyung said, as Yoongi drew out a soft breath of relief, "You got pretty angry when we tried to put you to bed. Yoongi, you hardly sleep."

Yoongi takes a moment to think, then says, "Thank you, hyung."

"Yeah, no problem. Even if you aren't going to eat, at least sit with us~" Taehyung knew the time would come, when he'd talk to Yoongi about the sleeping issue. He knew that now, was surely not the right time to talk about it with the Younger.

Following his hyung, Yoongi was guided to the kitchen. He sat down, between Taehyung, and Namjoon. He could feel Namjoon's eyes piercing into his skull.

Knowing Namjoon very well, he knew well enough that this meant he'd been rude, and rash to his hyung Jin last night, while in little space. Gulping down the guilt, the youngest spoke, "Namjoon, I'm sorry."

Namjoon shook his head, feeling regret of giving Yoongi such a harmful look, "Yoongi, it's okay."

Shuddering slightly, the younger nodded, "Okay, hyung."

Hoseok places down a thick mountain of chocolate chip pancakes, with smiley faces on them. "Smiley face pancakes!" Cheered the youngest, falling back into little space, as quick as ever.

"Fuck," said Hoseok, as he then covered his mouth.

"Seokie said a bad word!" Yoongi said, pointing a finger at the older, "Daddy! Tell him to never say it again!"

Taehyung's eyes fell onto Hoseok, "Hoseok! Never let something like that slip out, okay? Especially not around Yoongi!"

Hoseok shook, "Y-yes, Taehyung. I swear, i-it just slipped out.."

Taehyung's eyes flamed, "I don't care if it slipped out! Don't ever say it again! Don't ever let it slip out again! I mean it Hoseok."

Hoseok bobbed his head, and said, "P-p-pancakes anyone?"

"I'll have one!" Yoongi says, clapping his hands in delight, "Daddy, I want the tiny one."

Taehyung nodded, "What do you say?"

"Please daddy~"

Smiling at the Youngers manners, even while being a little, he placed the tiniest smiley pancake he could find on Yoongi's plate. He cut it into tiny pieces for the younger.

"I can cut my food," Yoongi announced, "Daddy, get pancakes!"

Taehyung giggled at the polite action, "Will do, baby." He placed two pancakes on his plate, and the group began dig in.

Jungkook reached his hand out to the final two pancakes, "Jungkookm hyungie! save those two for Jinny," said the little, pouting at his hyung.

Jungkook nodded, and smiled, "Of course, silly me." Jungkook shook his head at himself, and observed the little. Eyes trailing all along him. His face, and his body. Leaning over to Taehyung, he whispered, "He seems much smaller then he was last week, don't you think?"