Little Habits - Yoongi X Bts

Eight; Sleep big, dream big. Wake up, little.

Yoongi woke up, and as Hoseok had predicted to Jimin, he woke up little. Little Space had captured him in his slumber.

He ran down the apartment and slid right into the couch. He giggled as his head hit the floor firmly, hardly hurting his little frame somehow. "Hyungs?" He said, even in little space he had his deep little morning voice.

Jungkook walked out of his room, and smiled as he saw Yoongi sprawled out on the floor all happy. "Good morning, cutes'," he said, picking up the light little, "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept with TaeTae, hyung!" Yoongi said, as Jungkook placed Yoongi in his seat at the table, "And TaeTae is warmer then Yoongi, yes yes yes."

"Aw, how sweet," Jungkook said, opening the pantry, "What does Yoongi want for breakfast?"

"Yoongi no want breakfast," Yoongi states, crossing his arms adorably across his chest, "Yoongi no hungry."

"Baby, you gotta eat," Jungkook says, pulling out a cereal, putting milk and the cereal into a bowl. He grabs a spoon from the drawer, and place the two in front of him.

"Yoongi no hungry!" He fussed, pushing the bowl, making it spill all over the table. And the cold milk poured and spilled on himself!

"Yoongi!" Jungkook yelled, "Fu- I mean, Yoongi, why did you do that?"

Yoongi cried out, and placed his milky cold hand on his face, "C-c-cold, a-and wet."

Jin ran out of his room, and to the two of them froze. "What on earth happened you two?" He said, trying to not let his temper get the best of him.

He stepped beside them, and crossed his arms at the two, "What happened? Someone, speak up. I need to hear it."

"J-Jungkook asked me if I was hungry and I said no but he gave me food, so I pu' over the bowl," Yoongi sobbed, his eyes growing red as he rubbed them as tears poured.

"You should be eating though, love," Jin said, "Lets get you changed first, you're all wet. I'll deal with you later, Kooks."

He grabbed the youngest hand, and brought him into his room. Jungkook gulped, and started to mentally prepare himself for what Jin was going to talk to him about shortly.

Yoongi and Jin entered Yoongi's room, and Jin waited for Yoongi to undress. Of course not fully, even little Yoongi got the picture.

"Jin no judgey?" Yoongi asked, staring at his squirming toes, "Y-yeah?"

Jin nodded, and approached the boy, "You need a little help?" He noticed how weak Yoongi looked, especially after practically crying his eyes out.

"Yoongi a' big boy," Yoongi squeaked, hardly able to put in the effort to move the slightest bit of his little body. 'Okay Yoongi need help..'

Jin smiled briefly, but it quickly faded as he slipped the boys' shirt off. He was thin, too thin. And the cuts the outlined his stick like arms made the eldest shiver, and made him feel guilty.

Jin pulled out a cozy looking sweater and placed it on Yoongi. Along with a pair of cozy pants. He needed Yoongi to feel good, they had a big practice the next day.

"Comfy? Warm? Feeling better?" Jin questioner, as he guided him to the kitchen. As if Yoongi didn't know where it was.

"Mm," Yoongi said, as they joined the members crowded around the table.

"Good morning," they each told both YoongI and Jin, and receiving it back.

Yoongi ate his breakfast, and tried not to think about how it would show in the mirror. Little space was an escape, and helped. But you can't escape damage that's already been done. You can't escape your past. 'It's happened, deal with it,' he's told himself over and over again. Practically everyday.

Yoongi sat in the corner with this eyes locked closed, and sighed as he was picked up. "Don't worry Yoongs," said the voice, "I've got you, I'm going to take you somewhere more comfortable."

"O-okay," Yoongi replied, burying his face in the newfound chest, "Thanks'."

He was placed in the couch, and an arm held him tight to the same chest. He could tell, it was pretty distinct.

He wondered who it was, but his eyelids didn't give into the little craving of his.

The voice hummed, and it was a beautiful melody to Yoongi's ears, even as the TV was playing something odd. He couldn't make out what it was, but definitely not something he should've been watching.

"Jimin-Ah," another voice said, "Is Yoongi asleep."

The chest moved and the once humming mouth spoke, "I'm not sure, he feels awake."

"I'm awake," Yoongi said, pushing his eyes open as he looked at Jimin, "Yoongi wanna play."

Jimin smiles softly, "What does Yoongi want to play, love? Tickle monster?"

"No tickle monster!" Yoongi screeched as Jimin attacked him with only the most severe tickles ever, "Hyung!!!!"

"Don't go to hard, he's delicate," Namjoon reminded Jimin as the younger nodded back reassuringly.

Yoongi was set free, so he jumped into Taehyung, "Cuddle time!"

Taehyung blushed profusely and fulfilled the request, "Do I spoil you too much, baby?"

"Nu-uh," Yoongi replied, smushing his cheek into Taehyung's, "Nope, Nope, TaeTae."

Suddenly Taehyung remembered what he had done recently; he bought Yoongi clothes!

He had totally forgotten about that, and brought it into the room. And showed the younger.

Jimin sighed, as he gazed into the mirror once again. Hoseok was watching from afar; more so, his bed across the particularly large room they shared.

Jimin wished he could fix all the imperfections. Which, to him, was everything. He had always had issues with imperfections, and perfection when it came to dancing too. He beat himself to a crisp when it becomes to out of hand for anyone and himself.

"Jimin-ah..." Hoseok said worriedly, as he approached the boy who was lost in his own reflection.

"Why do I have to be the black sheep of the group?" Jimin asked, as his face was outlined with tears now, "Why do I have to be so ugly?"

"Jimin you're n-"

'I fuckin' am Hoseok'