Canvas | 2Seok

Spread Love

So that's how we ended up at Yoongi's apartment.

I kinda had to drag Yoongi over there because he was resistant as all get up. I didn't understand why since I was only going to look at their cabinets and fridge and then buy him some food... maybe I was more intimidating than I thought? Or maybe his apartment was probably a mess! That's probably it. I haven't seen it that clean before now that I think about it.

As we approached the building, I had Yoongi put in the passcode, and we walked all the way up the four flights of stairs and to his apartment. Once we arrived, I opened the door and invited myself in as I've done often before, and all I heard was cartoons playing amidst a darkened room. Once my eyes adjusted I saw a fuzzy blanket, stuffed rabbit, and a bowl of half eaten macaroni and cheese laid about the living room. I blinked in confusion and slowly turned back to look at Yoongi, who was taken aback.

"I uh well like, uh, like just kinda uh-" He seemed to be panicking, and within a matter of seconds he yanked me into his bedroom and closed the door quickly.

"Okay look Hoseok I know we're best friends and all but please don't let what you saw affect that.. promise?"

"Yes...?" The word hung at the edge of my lips and I sat down on his bed, trying to make sense of what I saw. It looked kind of like a child lived with them. As far as I knew, it was just Yoongi and his roommate Koo, as he called him. If there was a kid, surely they wouldn't have run off when we came through the door though, right? But I mean that macaroni did look kind of old, and it didn't look like anybody was actively using anything that was even in the living room to begin with.

I looked up at Yoongi and he had sweat beginning to bead at his hairline. I cringed and repositioned myself on the bed to make room for him to sit beside me. Internally I was readying myself for some catastrophically crazy thing to be said to me, and I was also telling myself that I would always love and accept Yoongi no matter what.

"So uh,," His breath hitched and he held back a hiccup and slight sob-like sound, "All that kid's stuff in the living room is kinda part of the reason why I don't like the food in the house..."

"Oh?" I pursed my lips together and tried to connect the dots, but it really wasn't working. "What's that mean?"

"I don't uhm.. I don't like the food in the house because I'm not the one eating it.."

That didn't help whatsoever.

"Yoon please just be explicit with me, I promise I won't react in a bad way if that's what you're worrying about."

I watched as he picked at the skin around his fingernails and took a few deep breaths to compose himself. His face was drained of all color and he kept fidgeting around.

"Okay well, I kind of do this thing where I regress into a younger age and that version of me likes the food Koo buys, but the version of me that's the age I am in reality doesn't care for it..."

So Yoongi was an adult-child kinda thing? I was sure there was a term for it, but I didn't wanna pry. As I sat I nodded my head and thought about the whole thing. I mean, I guess that'd make sense. If the child age version of you likes the food, but actual age you doesn't, I could see an issue... but why was Koo buying just that? How does Koo know?

"Does Koo know about it?" I asked, although certain of the answer.

"Yes, and actually, he helps me when I regress to that child age. He's uh.. what you'd call a caregiver."

A caregiver? That makes sense. If Koo was a caregiver, then what's Yoongi?

"Koo takes care of you? That would explain the baby and children's foods in the house. Why don't you guys buy an equal amount of both though?"

Yoongi shrugged and brushed his fringe from his eyes. "Most of the time here I'm regressing so that's why the food is mostly that. I'm almost always in little space even when we go out together so baby me makes the choices and not adult me. Does that make sense?"

"Little space? Is that the term for what you do?" I cocked my head in question and Yoongi shook his.

"No. I'm an age regressor. When I'm regressing, I'm in little space, and when I'm baby, I'm called a Little. It's really complicated so I don't expect you to understand but please don't look at me any different like I'm still Yoongi and I rap and make music and do adult manly man stuff I promi-"

"Oh my, pff-" I dismissed his worries with a shake of my hand before patting him on the back lovingly. "I said I wouldn't think wrongly of you so I won't. That and I love you and I'll always accept you, I promise. Sure this stuff doesn't make sense really but I'll do my research on it. I'm sure what you've said is probably just a little bit, and I'm sure I don't even understand it the right way but I will! Anything for my best friend. Right?"

"Right." Yoongi smiled softly and for once, gestured for a hug, which I happily gave.

"Hey Hobi?" He whispered into my shoulder as we hugged, and I replied with a quiet hum. "Would it be okay for me someday to be Little around you?"

"Definitely." I smiled and squeezed the mint haired boy. "It'll be soon, too."