"He's a little!?"

"What the fuck I just told you not to yell!" I groan.

"No you didn't." Taehyung rolls his eyes.
. . .
Literally 45 seconds ago.

I've successfully dragged them back upstairs, letting Jimin hop around in the basement, singing something in the alien language he's made up.

"Okay, I need to tell you guys something that doesn't happen often. Don't yell or freak out though, okay?" I ask.

"Okay." They say together, shrugging their shoulders.

"Jimin's a little."
. . .
Oh shit now we back to present time.

"Whatever, explain." Yoongi shoos his hand around. 

"Okay, so I've known for 3 years, he came out to me when he was 14. He always acted way younger than how a 14 year old should act so I asked him if he was a little.  A lot of crying and blubbering later he said yes." I explain thoroughly. 

"So, why hasn't he shown any signs to us?" Hoseok frowns.

"Because he's a switch." I say simply.

"What's a switch?" Jungkook asks, totally enveloped in the topic.

"So you can either be a little or a caregiver. Jimin is both. He prefers to be a caregiver, caring for other littles and not have his little self bother other people. I'm always surprised when he becomes a little because it's rare." I sit down in the living room with them.

"So, if he's a little, that means he's really stressed or upset right?" Namjoon asks a little worried.

"Yeah." I sigh, running a hand through my hair.

"When will it stop?" Jungkook asks a little sadly.

"I don't know. It depends on how stressed or hurt he's been. The longest I think was 4 months." I shrug.

"4 months!?" They shout together, making me jump.

"How fucking hurt was he?" Hoseok cries.

"That's for him to tell you, not me." I cross my arms and look away. That story will never come out of my mouth again.

"Wait, if I remember correctly.. Littles need attention right? Like, they can't be left alone?" Namjoon clears his throat.

"Yeah." I shrug.

"What's Jimn's age range?" Jin tenses up.

"Some days he's 2, others he's 4. When he's 4 he's more mature and sometimes acts like a 6 year old." I explain.

"So, if I remember these two idiots correctly," Namjoon points at Taehyung and Jungkook. "When they were 4, they got into everything and hurt themselves a lot. Now, a 2 year old is not old enough to know the language he just used. So, that would leave him at 4 years old. But if he's mature, what the hell could he be doing right now?" Namjoon explains, doing math and talking quicker to the end.

My eyes widen, as do the others. My feet start moving before my mind registers that we're already running back downstairs to the den.

"Oh my god." Taehyung whispers. There sits Jimin, sucking his thumb as he watches Bubble Guppies intently on the TV, sitting criss cross on the carpet. His head turns to us and he waves with his free hand, then turns back to the TV.

"Baby, what are you watching?" I ask, walking over and sitting next to him. He looks at me and takes his thumb out of his mouth.

"Bubble guppas!" He exclaims, clapping his hands. I smile and look back at the boys who have their jaws to the floor.

"Hope you don't have bugs in your house." I roll my eyes. They close their mouths and slowly make their way over to us.

"How is he getting cuter?" Taehyung frowns. I simply chuckle and grab the TV remote, turning off the TV.

"Noo!! Why you do that!?" Jimin cries, spinning his head to face me with a frown.

"First of all, don't yell, you know that's a rule. Second of all, shouldn't you say hi to your new friends?" I scold him, motioning to the boys sitting on the couch, watching him curiously. Jimin turns around, looking at the new people.

"Oh, hi, I'm Minnie!" He waves with a shy smile on his face. The boys introduce themselves and wave.

"Kookie, can you play with me 'gain?" Jimin asks, motioning to the blanket tower built in the corner.

"Kookie? Is that my nickname?" Jungkook smiles, walking up to Jimin. He nods his head smiling.

"Oh my gosh, wait what's my name?" Taehyung kneels in front of the little.

"TaeTae." Jimin giggles. Taehyung melts at the sound I haven't heard in a long time.

"What about us?" Hoseok motions to the elders.

"Seokie, Yooni, Joonie, Jinnie." Jimin points to each boy.

"What about Taemin?" Jungkook asks.

"Das not Taemin, das daddy." Jimin giggles, crawling onto my lap. The boys choke, not that I'm expecting another reaction out of them anyways, and stare at me.

"He's a kid, what do you expect him to call me? I've been his caregiver the longest, he calls me daddy." I shrug, holding my arms over Jimin's small waist. Small waist, he hasn't been eating.

"Baby, you need to eat something okay?" I rub circles on his stomach.

"But I'm not hungy." Jimin pouts.

"If you eat, we can go to the park." Jin offers quickly. Jimin snaps his head up and nods quickly. I laugh, picking him up off my lap and making him walk up the stairs holding my hand. 

"He's so cute."

"He waddles like a penguin."

"I want to cuddle him forever."

"Can I pinch his cheeks?"

"Guys, shut up."

We eventually make it to the kitchen at the slow pace Jimin was waddling. I pick him up and place him on a counter and searching through cupboards for food that he'd like.

"Daddy, why are we here? Why not home?" Jimin asks innocently. I turn around, holding a glass in my hand and tense up. 

"Can we go home? I wan' see other mommy and daddy." Jimin says with a smile. My grip on the glass loosens but it doesn't drop as Namjoon's hand wraps around mine, gripping the glass with more pressure.

I don't peel my eyes from Jimin though. Neither do any of the other boys. My heart beat quickens and I choke. I can't even say anything. What do I tell the 4 year old? His parents died and that's why he's here in Korea?

"Minnie, you don't know why you're here?" Hoseok asks, walking up to the little sitting on the counter.

"No, I know. Mommy and daddy in white happy place. I wan' see mommy and daddy's new forever bed." Jimin says quietly.

I never thought of that. Jimin was taken away so quickly he never got to attend the small funeral they had. Poor babe.

"Did big Jimin tell you where mommy and daddy are?" Taehyung asks. Jimin nods his head roughly.

"Boys, stay with Minnie. I need to talk to Taemin quickly." Namjoon says, taking the glass from my hand and placing it on the counter. He grabs my hand and takes me out of the kitchen and into the living room.

"Taemin." He says, looking at me a little worried. I don't respond.

 How could he not attend his parent's funeral!? Seriously, it's a big deal to attend you parent's funeral! My hands fly into my hair, tugging as I stare wide eyed at the ground.
Poor Jimin must hate himself for not being able to attend. Ugh, how could I fail as a best friend? Absolutely unaccept-

Oh hello there- Someone's lips are on mine.

He's kissing me. He's kissing me!
Kim Namjoon is kissing me what!?
What do I do!? Do I kiss back!?
Of course you fuck-tard.
Right, of course.

His lips move on mine and I immediately kiss back, his hands finding their way from my shoulders to my hips, pulling me against him. My arms slither around his neck as he licks my bottom lip.

Talk to me my ass.

He pulls away, giving me another peck before looking at me.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his breath fanning onto my lips.

"Yeah, yeah just keep kissing me." I pull him back down and he kisses back again. He smiles into the kiss before slowly taking steps forwards, making me move backwards till my back touches a wall. His hands travel up and under my shirt, running up and down my sides. My fingers run through his hair and lightly tug, making him groan a little. His hands almost reach my nipples before we hear Jimin scream. I push Namjoon off me, stumbling back into the kitchen.

"What happened?!" I ask frantically.

"I-I'm just playing with him." Jungkook responds, holding a giggling Jimin over his shoulder.

"Daddy! They play wit' Minnie!!" He giggles, waving both hands at me. Taehyung quickly starts tickling under his arms. More giggles fill the room as Hoseok, Jin and Yoongi wear bright smiles on their faces. I let out a large sigh, leaning against a counter. A hand places itself on my back, but I'm not that much of an idiot to know it's Namjoon.

"So, are we gonna feed him?" Yoongi clears his throat.

"R-right." I stand up properly, going to the fridge. Joon slithers an arm around my waist and pulls me back.

"Yeah, you're not making anything." He says in a sing song tone. "Jin hyung, can you make dinner for everyone? Or do you want me to get Mr.Bastion?" Namjoon's rumbling chest sends vibrations up my back, making the hair on my arms stand up.

"No, I'll do it." Jin grits though his teeth. Oh right, aren't they kind of a thing? Lol shit.

Namjoon picks up Jimin, pausing the giggles emitting from his mouth. Everyone else follows Namjoon into the living room, sitting on the couches.

"What are we doing?" Hoseok asks, sitting beside Yoongi on the love seat.

"We're going to watch a movie while Jin cooks." Namjoon shrugs, putting on a Disney movie.

"Movies are half-faced coxcombs." Jimin groans, laying his body across Hoseok, Jungkook and Taehyung.

"What?" Yoongi asks a little disgusted.

"They're stupid." Mr.Bastion walks in. Our heads snap to him, watching him walk up to Jimin. I can literally feel everyone tense in the room as we watch him walk to Minnie. Minnie sits up on Hoseok's lap, staring intently at Mr.Bastion. The Butler lightly grabs Minnie's chin, inspecting him thoroughly. 

"Jimin?" Mr.Bastion raises an eyebrow. Jimin gives no reaction.

"Ah, he's a little." Mr.Bastion nods his head and stands back up straight.

"How did you know!?" Taehyung exclaims, scaring Minnie. He's about to start crying before Mr.Bastion shoves a lollipop in his mouth. 

"Well, he didn't respond to Jimin, his eyes are bright green and not grey, his thumb is wet from sucking on it, his lips are swollen, and there's drool on his chin." The smart ass Butler explains.

"You could tell just by all that?" Yoongi asks.

"No, Jin told me in the kitchen." He shrugs with a smirk.

"You will always be too smart for me Mr.Bastion." Jungkook sighs.

"Well Kookie, stay in school and maybe you'll be smarter than I." Mr.Bastion smiles, taking out a small cloth from his pocket and wiping the drool from Minnie's chin and finishing with a quick peck on his forehead.

"I'm going to go help Jin make supper. Any special requests Minnie?" Mr.Bastion smiles and ruffles his hair.

"Ice cream!!" Minnie claps his hands and smiles.

"We'll see buddy." Mr.Bastion grins before walking back to the kitchen.

"So, what did you say before Mr.Bastion came in?" Yoongi hums, looking at Minnie with a stern look.

"Movies are half-faced coxcombs." Minnie replies in a small voice.

"Do you think that's proper language to use as a four year old?" Yoongi asks.

Everything is quiet, Minnie looking at me and then down at the ground.

"Yes." Minnie looks up with a frown. 

"Oh really?" Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

"No." Minnie pouts and looks back at the ground.

"Don't ever use that language again, okay?" Yoongi says calmly.

"Yes daddy."