caregiver:  Yoongi

little: hobi (3)

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It was one of those days where everything went wrong, Hobi had woken up late, meaning he had to skip breakfast; he couldn't find his pair of lucky underwear and that day they had an awfully important interview; during said interview he kept stumbling on his words so at one point he decided to just remain silent until the end. So yeah, it was a pretty rough day for him. 

And after a day like that all he wanted was to just go home, get his paci and stuffies out and take a nap, maybe even waking up in his little space if the house was empty enough.But of course it wasn't that easy, so he found himself clammed into the van with his bandmates, some of them eyeing him disappointingly. It wasn't an odd thing, when the boys had little arguments they would wait until they were home so as not to fight in front of their driver. Which meant that Hobi was already expecting to be scolded for whatever he did once at home.

Of course, as soon as all seven boys were inside their apartment, Hobi tried to make a beeline for his room, hoping to use the 'tired' excuse so that they would leave him alone. It had been almost two weeks since he'd last slipped into his little space and he felt like he'd go crazy if he didn't manage to after such a stressful day. And if they had known, the boys would have probably understood and left him off the hook but since they had no clue about Hobi's state, they called him and sat him down in the living room.

"What do you want, hyung?" Hobi whined, speaking informally without realising. "Okay first of all, I'm your hyung" Seokjin eyed him warningly, making the little shrink a bit in his seat, "then, what the hell happened at the interview?! You basically never spoke" Hobi sighed and rolled his eyes. Being scolded was the last thing he wanted right now. "Hobi hyung, just drop that attitude" Jungkook reprimanded him, looking rather disappointed, "We had agreed that you'd speak more in interviews and we all left you more than enough space to talk. Why didn't you?"

"I didn't feel like it" Hobi mumbled, cursing himself for such a lame excuse. He actually was just trying really hard not to slip into his little space, so of course he focused on that instead of talking. And he couldn't even tell his members that, because they'd think he's weird for wanting to regress to be a kid. "Hobi, that's bullshit" Yoongi added to the conversation, his harsh tone making the secret little flinch. 

"You can't ruin the interview just because you don't feel like it. You're an idol, it's your job for fuck's sake! You can't throw the whole group under the bus like that, it made us look awful when no one was answering the questions!" Namjoon bursted out, now yelling at him and no one was stopping him because, well, they agreed.

Hobi felt his eyes getting teary, feeling awful for disappointing his members like that, and also because he felt himself starting to slip. Without even realising it, tears started to stream down his cheeks, hearing gasps from his members. He started fully sobbing as the day mishaps and overwhelming emotions hit him, now almost completely slipped into his headspace. "H-hobi so-sowwy" he hiccuped as he cried into his hands, his friends exchanging confused looks. Why was he talking like that?

"Hobi, it's okay, don't cry" Tae tried to comfort him, not really knowing what was happening but not bearing his hyung that upset. Hobi shook his head, still hysterically crying, "All h-hate Hobi" Nobody knew what to do, when a quiet 'Fuck' was heard. Everyone turned towards Yoongi, who now had wide eyes and something seemed to have clicked. Without a word, the rapper approached the crying boy and crouched next to him. "Hobi, are you... are you in little space?" He asked quietly, placing a comforting hand on his knee. Hobi looked up at him in surprise, not expecting his hyung to know about little space, and shyly nodded.

"Okay guys, I got it. Just... let me handle it" Yoongi demanded, lightly shaking his head signaling to the others he knew what he was doing. Even if the others were just utterly confused, they trusted the rapper, and slowly everyone got up so that Yoongi could handle Hobi in peace. In the meantime, the little member was crying again because even if he was in his little space he knew that he had been caught, which was something not supposed to happen.

"Hobi, look at me" Yoongi asked in a soft voice, careful not to startle him. Hobi did as told with his wide eyes, wet cheeks now flushed from all the crying, "Hyung's not mad. It's okay, please breathe for me" he instructed gently, needing the boy to calm down. Hobi coughed a couple of times but finally managed to calm his erratic breath, as Yoongi dried his tears.

 "There you go, love. Nothing to crying about" he smiled a bit, cheering internally when Hobi smiled sheepishly back, nuzzling against the older chest. "Hobi sowwy" the little sniffled, his voice muffled against the shirt. Yoongi sighed, and caressed his back to comfort him, "You don't have to apologise, Hobi, it's okay. Now, do you have a pacifier or something for when you're little?"

You see, Yoongi knew a lot about ageplay. He never personally did it, but two of his friends back in Daegu enjoyed it and he helped out when needed. To be honest, he had sort of wanted to find a little but he didn't know what the other members would think. So he looked straight away for a comforting object which would make Hobi feel safe. Hobi mumbled "Paci in-in my woom", so the older scooped him up in his arms and carried him there. The little pointed to his nightstand, now feeling sleepier by the minute. Indeed Yoongi found the pacifier, popping it into the other's mouth earning a satisfied hum.

"Sweep" Hobi pleaded with a tired whiny voice, clinging to Yoongi. The tiredness and event from the intense day were really taking a toll on him. "Of course, bub" the other replied, the petname rolling off his tongue without him realising. He laid Hobi on his bed, quickly changing him into a baggy shirt and sweatpants so that he could be more comfortable. "Sweep, pwease" Hobi whined when Yoongi was taking too long for his liking.

"Okay, okay, I'm here" he chuckled softly, climbing on the bed next to him. And Yoongi usually wasn't a cuddly person but he didn't even have to think before snaking an arm around Hobi pulling him close, the little's face against his chest. Hobi, on the other hand, grasped his shirt into his hands and exhaled loudly, now utterly relaxed.

Yoongi smiled at how cuddly his baby was, and started stroking his hair soothingly.
"Sweet dreams, bub" he murmured tenderly, and was certainly surprised when hearing the tired reply, "'Night, daddy"

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soooo another one? idk i just posting cuz im gonna go small hiatus again...

so yeah enjoy!!

and yeah i wrote this at 2 am.（*＾-＾*）

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