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“Daddies not oppas, baby”

“Because only you can call me daddy”

“Shh its okay angel, daddy’s just passing you to Sejin Samchon so we can go from the plane to our car princess” Hobi hushed as he felt his little love start to stir from her comfortable sleep in his arms.

Safe to say she had been in her precious dada hobi’s arms for the better part of 6 hours of the flight from LA to Korea having accompanied the her daddies on their Permission to Dance tour in LA.

Not that Hobi was complaining, unlike her other daddies who all complained about him hogging her during the duration of the flight, but none of them had the heart to wake their little up from your much needed sleep on the red-eye despite their selfish wants to cuddle and hold her.

Infact, Daddy Joonie had been close to stealing her from Hobi’s arms but Jinnie Appa had interjected fearing the clumsiest of daddies would manhandle her and wake the baby in the process.

So in her half sleepy state, she was transferred into the familiar arms of Sejin Samchon who often acted as a babysitter or even supplement caregiver to the little, even if she already had 7 other daddies. Before leaving, Jungkook pecked her quietly on the forehead with a soft “See you later darling” and Jimin brought her baby blanket over her head to cover her privacy as they prepared to leave the comfort of their private plane and down to the airport lobby to their cars.

It was a ritual, whenever they landed, baby would always go with Sejin and go into their car first and the boys would follow precisely 15 minutes after to avoid suspicion and to greet fans (as well as invasive paparazzis) before leaving the airport. As caregivers the boys would never subject their angel to that kind of risk so it was better that she left first and they would have a peace of mind knowing she was safe in her custom carseat (courtesy of Yoongi daddy himself) while walking out of the chaos that is the airport.

So Sejin and baby left the plane, going down the stairs and through immigrations smoothly. By the time they were preparing to face the arrivals section of the airport, she was fully awake having been jostled and woken by the bright lights and all the walking despite Sejin trying to keep things calm.

“Angel, we’re going to go out to see all the flashy flashes and dadas’ fans, do you remember what game we have to play now?” Sejin whispered in her ear while 4 other bodyguards stood around her prepared to leave at Sejin’s word.

“Invisible cloak game Sejin Samchon, like all the harry potter movies Jinnie Appa and Kookie dada likes!!” She bounced enthusiastically in his arms

“That’s right smart girl, so we have to cover you with your blanket and you have to hold on tight to Sejin okay?” He clarified in his best baby voice cooing at her enthusiasm

“Okayy!! And then we see daddies in the car” she replied

Littles weren’t unheard of for the most part and in this age, littles were considered luxuries which only the rich could afford often bestowed or gifted from the ultra-wealthy as a sign of recognition. So it came as no surprise that BTS, being the worldwide group they were, were given a little from the Korean Government as a reward for their cultural contributions and ARMY was well aware of the fact that they had a little.

However, even if the boys shared important details with ARMY, they were strict on their stance on letting their little enjoy life without the pressure of public interference or interest even if it was their fans so everything about their precious little aside from her gender and existence was not public record.

Paranoid as they had been, Namjoon and Yoongi had even gone out of their way to threaten any news outlet that if they published or even mentioned anything about their baby that was not priorly approved by the group they would cut all associations and push sponsors to pull out from supporting them. And being smart, most news outlets seemed to follow suit.

Except for that one instance where a picture of her playing on a playground was published on some trashy tabloid and you could be sure that they boys gave them all hell for that. First they stopped appearing at any events associated with the news outlet, pushing affiliated media to drop them. Then Yoongi convinced Samsung to pull out sponsorships, Tae convinced LVMH to stop buying ads in the paper, and otherwise would end their brand deal himself. Needless to say, within less than 3 days, the tabloid retracted their story and filled for bankruptcy a day later.

As their baby and Sejin left the lobby into arrivals, she gripped his cotton t-shirt hearing all the loud screams and snaps. From variations of questions to adorations, baby was starting to fuss. But she kept hearing so many different voices say something along the lines of “I love you, oppa Jin” or “saranghae Yoongi oppa”, essentially calling all her daddies something with the variation of oppa. Having been around her daddies a lot, she often noticed that most people around them called them sunbaenim or hyung but never oppa. So once Sejin and the four bodyguards navigated them into the car and Sejin pulled the blanket off, she asked Sejin

“Sejin Samchon, why do daddies’ fans call them oppa” she mused

“That’s a good question… Hmm let me think” He tried to think of an appropriate answer so he went with “Because daddies fans love them a lot”

So being in her 2-year old headspace she asked “Do daddies also love fans?”

“The most sweetie, right after you”

That’s how it started.

In the following week, the boys would start to wrap their heads around as to why their baby was starting to call them oppa this and oppa that.

The look on Jinnie’s face the first time she called him oppa would have been enough to make a grown man cry.

-flashback-

After arriving home from the airport, Jin tried to unlock their baby from her carseat and encourage her to make the short walk from the car to the main door of the house but then the heartbreaking scene happened when baby looked at her Jinnie appa and say “Jinnie oppa, uppies please”

Listen, Jin tried to laugh it off but his daddy instincts were weeping, his mind was wondering if his little angel had outgrown him or if they had passed the daddy stage with her now but trying not to overreact like all the parenting books taught him, he laughed it off in classic jin style. Inserting a window wiper laugh and saying “baby are you sure you mean oppa instead of appa??” As he lifted her into his strong hold.

“Nu uh oppa, not appa” she resolutely shook her head

“But daddy likes being called appa not oppa sweetheart, why don’t you call me appa?”

“Because I love you” and then he melted, her strong dada melted because his baby loved him so he let it slide and thought maybe this would be a phase.

-present time-

But it wasn’t a phase, a week had gone by and she was still calling everyone oppa, which broke her daddies heart as they tried to get her to switch back to appa but she was resolute. Always firmly saying she loved her dadas after being questioned about it

“Minnie oppa can we play just dance”

“Nuh uh babes, what am I first? Am I dada or oppa”

“Oppa!!”

“Princess, dada wants you to call me dada, is that okay” Jimin asked as he crouched down to her level pointing at himself

“But I love you oppa” she replied

“I know you love me and your other daddies, daddies love you the most too but we’re your daddies not oppas angel. Is there something you want to tell daddies?” Jimin questioned pulling her into him so she could sit on his thigh while he was squatting down to his level.

“But why do I call have to call you dada when other people who love you loads call you oppa? Does daddy not think I love you?” She looked up at her minnie dada with glistening eyes ready to cry

“Who’s other people baby?”

“Flashy flash people and fans dada”

And then it clicked to him “Oh? My love” he laughed relieved that his precious baby was still his and he was still her dada “those fans can call dada oppa because they cannot call us daddy”

“Why dada?”

“Because only you can call us that silly” he said kissing her cheek leaving a shiny sheen of his lipbalm “so that’s your special name for us and we know that you love us the most okay darling?

“Okay dada Minnie” she said fiddling with his rings on his fingers. “Does anyone else call you daddies or just me”

“Just, you princess. Only you” he confirmed kissing her all over her face

Not far away was Jungkook who yelled out “I’m sure dada minnie has called namjoon daddy sometimes in bed”

“Yahh kook, not in front of her, I’m going to kill you”

“I will orbit around you”

Author’s note: while i did want to try write these oneshots/stories without an mc name, I decided that I prefer to write with naming my characters. So introducing Lila.

I choose Lila because it’s derived from lilac which as we all know is purple. So borahae BTS and here is to my favourite guys.

Also this fic engages with littlespace and caregivers. Please familiarizr yourself with the concept before commenting.

Soft purple lights flitted around the nursery to draw out an elaborate galaxy, as Lila slept soundly with a bunny tucked under arm. Space and the galaxy was one of Lila’s newfound interests since Namjoon and Jungkook took her to the plantetarium to see the pretty planets and stars.

—planetarium—

While the trip had been kept very lowkey with both caregivers downing many layers of clothing from jackets to masks to hats and sunglasses indoors, the heat of their outfits inside the poorly air conditioned planetarium was worth it when seeing their angel smile and bounce around the place in excitement.

There she recited all the planets (in order of course) as her daddy Joonie taught her with her special love for pluto or 13430.

As she sat in the planetarium in between her two daddies immersed in the 4D film about planets and the galaxy, she wondered about something and asked:

“Daddy why is pluto not a planet” she looked up at her daddy Joonie as they looked up at the display screen upon hearing the narrator say that pluto was no longer considered a planet.

He always had all the answers in that smart head of his and Lila had always loved that one of her daddies would be answer all her whys and hows.

“Well Lila, because Pluto is too small to be considered a planet, so it’s a star, like my little stargirl” he explained copying her sentence structure to help her understand.

“But if being little makes me a star then does that mean kookie dada and daddy Joonie are big planets like Jupiter and Saturn?” She questioned suddenly no longer interested in the big screen.

“Yes my smart girl, daddies are the planets but you’re not just any little star, you’re a special star. The one we all orbit. Do you remember what that star is called?” Namjoon asked in his musing baby voice reserved for Lila.

“The sun daddy!! I’m the sun” giggled Lila as she pointed to herself excitedly because she knew the answer.

“Exactly sunshine, you are daddies sun and we’ll always orbit you because we love you.” Joon replied, taking her fingers and kissing each of them.

Satisfied with that answer, Lila refocused on the film, not knowing her daddies newfound focus on her. Namjoon smiled down as he glimpsed at Jungkook who listened to the entire interaction smiling as the caregivers tuned out the rest of the film and instead watched their star instead.

—present—

After that, Jungkook had obsessed himself with finding a galaxy nightlight to commemorate the trip but after multiple amazon orders and shopping trips, he (but mostly the other daddies) decided that none of those lights were good enough for their darling.

Some of them looked more like strobe lights which made it difficult for Lila to fall asleep and instead excited her too close to bedtime, making Jin work overtime to get her to sleep and Namjoon to exhaust his bedtime story supply. Others were fine but Tae, the ever expensive daddy deigned them “cheap-looking” and not fitting with the soft and luxurious aesthetic of the nursery which he and Yoongi had designed so naturally they too had to go.

This was the problem with having so many caregivers, everyone had an input into what was best for Lila and they all had different tastes and aesthetics so safe to say it was difficult sometimes. But Jungkook understood and he gave in to Lila’s other daddies, and looked for more galaxy lights.

Eventually Jungkook was at his wits end and muttered that he’d “just make one myself” after throwing out what must have been the 30th galaxy light.

So make that’s exactly what he went and did. He contacted manufacturers, drew up original designs, made tweaks here and there just to make it perfect for his star.

At one point he even decided that the galaxy did not look good enough for his angel so he took matters into his own hands and sketched up his own version of a galaxy, mapping out each star and colour just for the lamp.

It was a surprise to all the other members how dedicated he was to making this happen, sparing every moment between recording, interviews and practice to sketch up new revisions or call manufacturers. Eventually, Yoongi wondered if this was something ARMYs would like as well so he proposed the idea to Jungkook, and he initially said no since this was his passion project for his babygirl but later decided that it wouldn’t be the worse idea to lower economies of scale and gift ARMYs with a special gift he created. So that’s how the artist collection came about. And how Lila now had a custom galaxy light.

She truly was their sun.

Don’t forget to comment. I’ll be taking in requests for ideas so I don’t mind writing up new stuff

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

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➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, maybe some of the members can be littles to idk, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: mentions of baby supplies, lots of pet names, mentions of pee, really if you don’t like little space just don’t bother

➭note: this is mostly gonna be drabbles and requests so if you like my writing style and want to see something don’t hesitate to ask♡

comfort blanket

someone bothers you

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: my first request!! i saw this before going to bed and got so excited I stayed up for another hour and a half working on some of it. also purple car has a lot of notes wtff i love all of you

“Y/N angel, I think today’s the day we need to wash blankie.” Jimin calls out to you in a gentle voice when he spots you waddling down the stares with said blanket in hand after your nap.

You’ve had that blanket for months now and it’d only been washed a handful of times. It was getting so bad that the original pink color it came in was now a nasty light brownish color and covered in all types of food stains.

Originally, Minnie Mouse’s face was plastered in a diagonal line. But now, you could barley see her black outline. Not to mention the wrinkle and god awful smell.

At first they thought you were going through one of your phases and would eventually ask for a new blanket that had whatever thing you were fixated on. And of course they’d buy it for you cause you they loved spoiling you. But that’s how it had always been. Stuck on unicorns? You needed a unicorn blanket. Cars? Needed it in a blanket. Even plants (you could thank Namjoon for that phase).

But no. You couldn’t seem to let go of this Minnie Mouse blanket. Literally. You’d take it everywhere with you. Quick grocery trip, the studio, the beach, to another friends house. The boys were actually glad one time you brought it with you to the water park so they could rinse out some of the dirt from the last trip.

But now it was beginning to be a problem. The boys had several talks about it amongst themselves. All begging the question, ‘how do we get it out of her grasp?’ Why was this one thing giving you so much comfort you would fight them for it? For months they had tip toed around the idea, pointing out the blankets flaws in hopes of cloaking you over time to wash it. But somehow you weren’t phased.

The boys had finally decided to put their foot down that day when Taehyung came complaining to them in the morning about how he couldn’t sleep because the blanket was uncomfortable and smelly, but you had insisted on sleeping with it.

Sure it didn’t bother you, but it was starting to get to them. Being idols, Taehyung needed that sleep. But every time they even reached for the blanket you’d flinch before starting to scream and kick, not stopping under any circumstances till it was secure in your arms.

You quickly shook your head at Jimin’s words, eyes already filled with worry. “No. No wash blankie.” You huffed holding it tighter.

“Baby..” Namjoon warned, not liking the word no coming out of your mouth but this seemed to only make you angrier.

“Baby, it’s icky! Wouldn’t it be nice for it to be soft and clean again? Almost as good as new?” Jungkook asked you trying to pass his excitement over to you but you weren’t having it.

“I don’t want it good as new.” Your voice got louder as you argued with him in a mocking manner which only caused him to frown. This could turn bad really quick.

Your words just made the boys more confused but let the comment pass. “Y/N I don’t think this is up for discussion anymore.” Hoseok said sympathetically. He knew this was going to escalate and that you were likely going to cry, which is one of the things he hated seeing.

“Because it’s not.” Yoongi stepped in with a somewhat firm voice. Yoongi was easily one of the scariest when mad but he never let his anger get to far. Still, you knew his potential from small moments when you were big. “Baby the sooner you hand over blankie the sooner you can have it back.” He explained in a calmer voice.

You seemed to realize that this time they wouldn’t back down so easily. “But l love blankie! You can’t have it!” You almost shouted tears already welling up in your eyes as your face turned red.

“Y/N calm down.” Jimin told you firmly. They had tried to be sweet but it was frustrating when you acted like this.

“Baby, we’re sorry. We truly are, but this has to be done.” Jin told you and your eyes widen with fear when he stood up, making his way towards the end of the stairs where you stood.

“No! No! Please! Mean daddies!” You pleaded with tears, walking up the stairs backwards which was also a no-no. The others followed behind Jin, now worried that you’d trip and abruptly told him to stop moving.

Even when Jin stopped following you, you turned your back and run upstairs and to your room, slamming the door shut behind you.

The boys sighed as they stood there in silence. “I hate this.” Yoongi admitted, guilt brewing in his stomach when you started crying and the boys agreed in hums.

“But we can’t put this off anymore or it’ll come back to bite us in the ass. We aren’t getting rid of it.” Jin spoke as if reminding them cause it felt like you were going through the six stages of grief.

“Maybe she doesn’t realize that. We should try to make her understand the situation more.” Namjoon suggest and without another word Taehyung pushed himself between them and up the stairs. Jimin tugged on his arm before he could go further.

“You guys just stay here for a while.” He told them ultimately ignoring their confused and concerned glances before continuing up the stairs and to your room.

Taehyung’s heart broke when he could hear your sobs from outside your door. He couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit guilty that his whining had caused you all of this. They knew it brought you some type of comfort but your attachment was getting unhealthy.

When he knocked on your door, your sobbing stopped but he could hear you shift on your bed. “Go away.” You told whoever was on the other side in a shaky voice.

“It’s Tae Tae. I just wanna talk.” He told you and not giving you another chance to refuse before he slowly opened the door to your room before softly closed it.

You watched him with glossy eyes and short shaky breaths as he made his way to the edge of your bed. He held out his arms for you and you slowly climbed into his lap, clinging onto his shirt for dear life as you two hugged.

He combed through your messy hair and after you had calmed down, he spoke. “Baby, why do you like blankie so much? You were over Minnie Mouse ages ago.” He asked trying to understand your attachment to it.

You sniffled before answering, “Because it protec me. Like at the airport.” You stated and at first Taehyung was just confused until he realized what you meant.

The blanket was a split second decision. You were at the airport with them and had spotted it in a store for a brief second. The boys couldn’t resist saying no to you when your eyes sparkled just describing what it looked like to them.

They couldn’t go out and buy it themselves, there was to much press and it was a baby scandal waiting to happen. So they sent out some staff to go get it and you were over the moon when it was in your hands. It was one of the easiest flights with you ever and you were fast asleep the whole time.

The boys had joked about how magical the blanket was and how it protected them from any bad behavior (mostly talking about you). Hearing that, I guess you took it to heart and vowed to take it everywhere.

The worst part of it all was that it worked.

Whenever you took the blanket anywhere you were on your best behavior and had no mishaps.

“Oh but honey, it doesn’t need to protect you at home. Nothing bad can happen here and if something does that’s what we’re here for.” He explained with a beaming smile, happy that they had gotten somewhere. “You trust us right?”

You nodded hurriedly. Of course you trusted your daddies to protect you. They were super safe and had protected you many times before. And now that you thought about it, nothing had ever happened at home…

“So while we’re protecting you, blankie can get a nice bath.” Hoseok spoke softly, you hadn’t even realized that the rest of them were slowly making their way into the room hearts fluttering when you said you trusted them.

“Bath?” You repeated and he nodded with a reassuring smile. “You know when you get icky after an accident or playing in the mud? Blankie feels icky too.” Jin stated and they watched with anxious eyes as you glanced down at your blanket. You guessed it did look less pink, and you had seen a ketchup stain that felt weird when you laid on it.

“Blankie feels icky?” You asked still nervous and the boys smiled, knowing that they had finally convinced you to crack. They would help you feel safe and the blanket would finally get washed.

“Very.” Jimin answered scrunching his nose. He made a mental note to bring up cleaning your room to get rid of the smell.

“Can I help with the bath?” You asked eyes slowly started to brighten which warmed the boys hearts.

“Absolutely!” Tae grinned.

“Now you can’t get in, but you can help wash.” Yoongi clarified but it didn’t seem to matter to you which made him feel proud of you.

Moments later you waddled off be bed and handed the blanket over to Jin causing them to shower you with praises about how good and brave you were. It made you feel a lot better.

After everyone put on gloves, including you, they all headed to the bathroom and got it ready. You had wanted a lot of bubbles and they didn’t fight you.

“We should have used the washer and dryer.” Jungkook said his arm covering his nose when the smell got worse. He was the one with the most sensitive nose so they put him on snack duty instead.

“And the tub is going to be ruined.” Namjoon pointed out when they had drained the nasty brown water for the third time.

“It’s better than buying a whole new dryer.” Jin scolded them with a huff. Not like they couldn’t afford millions anyways.

“I got pink dye.” Taehyung said when he came rushing in out of breath. He had ran all the way to the store when he had thought of the brilliant idea.

After hours of hard labor and letting everything set you were reunited with your blanket right before going to bed. You had been tucked in, teeth had been brushed, story had been read but they could tell you were still sad about not having it with you.

You let out a loud gasp when Namjoon came in the door with it in hand. It smelt like flowers and it got some of its color back. Not good as new, but you didn’t mind.

“Thank you daddies.” You whispered, yawning when it was in your hands. They looked at you with loving eyes at the adorable sight.

“Thank you for being so brave.” Yoongi said back giving you a soft kiss on the forehead before tucking you in himself. Your daddies always knew how to make you feel safe.

Oᵤᵣ Bᵢg Bₐby / BTS OT7

➭genre: little space, age regression, fluff, caregivers bts, little reader, sfw, hurt/comfort, mostly no plot

➭warnings: none

➭note: I have 100 followers?? wtff??? I love you all?? Thank you for the support??🫶🏃‍♀️. updated the masterlist finally

The boys never liked the idea of you having a job in the first place. On top of the possibility of you slipping into little space at work or someone realizing you live with the biggest boy group in the world, they had money. They could pay for all of your expenses anyways.

So why did you get a job? Simply to get out of the house and to have your own hard earned money in your pocket.

It didn’t take long for you to quickly feel bad about all the things they’d get for you big or little. And it didn’t take long for the mansion they moved you into with them to get small.

So here you were, two weeks into your job as a simple barista when you made your first mistake. Someone had ordered a pink drink that was pretty with strawberries and once you saw the sprinkles you slipped.

You hurriedly finished the order the best you could and rushed into the bathroom but to your horror one of your mangers Gigi, had already been in there and was washing her hands.

“What are you doing?” She quickly questioned you. She had always been a hard ass and almost no one liked her. She was picky with everything anyone did and had obvious favorites. “Your not on break, are you?”

Stupidly, your five year old mind told the truth and shook your head no.

“Then get back to work what’s wrong with you.” She said harshly which immediately brought tears to your eyes. She had yelled at you before so her harsh tone usually wouldn’t push you. But it was different when you were little, and she seemed to see that something was wrong.

She glanced at the sprinkles stuck to your sweaty hands, then at your glossy eyes. She raised an eyebrow, “How old are you twelve? Stop acting like a fucking child.” She scolded again taking a step towards you.

“N-No I’m five!” You shouted out of fear and she immediately realized what was happening. Her lips curled into a nasty grin before grabbing your ear and pulling on it as she lead out out the bathroom.

“You’re one of them idiots that think they are kids. Well guess what? Kids have to work too. And if you don’t, I’m deducting your pay.” She whispered into your ear before harshly pushing you towards the cash register where another coworker had took over.

You had no choice but to continue working and every day after that she’d keep a good eye on you. She’d criticize your every move and did things like intentionally throwing sprinkles on the floor and demanding you to sweep them up. She’d try to trigger you on purpose and when you eventually slipped she’d yell and demand you to do the most impossible tasks.

And if you dare tried to get out of it or not do it at all it only made things worse.

You were seriously thinking about quitting altogether, but being a barista soothed you and you liked the people you worked with. Of course there were occasional rude customers but you liked how organized the job was and just liked getting out of the house without it being such a hassle.

But working was starting to effect you mentally (since slipping was a coping mechanism and stress reliever) and was starting to effect you at home with the boys.

You started not to slip at home even though they were your caregivers, you were scared of death of slipping. So in turn, you started distancing yourself from them whenever you happened to slip. And then distancing yourself period.

You’d stay in your room most of the day and when it was time for dinner you have short answers whenever they tired to make conversation.

Even though they themselves were busy, your detaching did not go unnoticed. Neither did the fact that you were never little. The longest you’ve able to stay big was a week, but now it was going on three.

Finally, one day when you were off they sat you down on the couch for a talk.

“Y/N, did we do something?” Namjoon was the first to speak and the heartbreak in his voice caught you off guard.

“What?” You asked confused. That’s when you noticed how hurt they all looked. They weren’t pouting, more like sulking.

“You’ve just been distant lately. Always at work and always tired when you come home..” Hobi stated with a cautious voice as you swallowed a lump of guilt.

You hadn’t told them anything. You didn’t want them dealing with your work problems when they had their own. They had always fixed your problems to begin with, you could handle a bully on your own.

“You must be confusing me with Yoongi.” You spoke in a flat voice. You were trying to play it off as a joke but it didn’t come out right. Still, it amused Jin who let out a chuckle.

“Okay well you also haven’t slipped.” Taehyung spoke in a matter-of-factly tone which quickly made the room quiet and tense.

“I haven’t noticed..” you mumbled it obviously being a lie as you looked down at the couch.

“Really? Or did you just think we wouldn’t notice?” Jungkook corrected you quickly with a bitter tone. The words caught you off guard as you made eye contact with him. He looked sad but worried for you.

“Y/N we aren’t just your caregivers, we’re friends. Tell us what’s wrong?” Yoongi’s usual rough voice turned soft which made you shiver and shift uncomfortably in your seat. You couldn’t slip, not now.

This also didn’t go unnoticed and they suddenly had a new plan using only their eyes to confirm.

“Nothing.” You denied again.

“What’s wrong, angel? Why are you lying to us?” Jimin asked with an intention pleading tone.

Your eyes widen in realization. They were trying to get you to slip. But it far to late now.

“I’m not~” you said again in a more whiny tone as you slouched back on the couch. The warm fuzziness in your stomach was too strong to ignore this time. Especially when Tae started to pull you into his lap and stroke your hair.

The more you tried to fight the urge the more your head started to hurt. Flashbacks on your job clouded your mind as you started to cry. That’s when you broke.

“It’s okay princess.” Jungkook soothed you, using his hand to wipe your tears. “Let’s get you into some fuzzy clothes and a pull up.” He proposed taking you off of Jimin’s lap and into his arms as he headed to your room.

Not wanting to crowd you, the rest of them stayed downstairs while Jungkook whispered sweet things to you as he changed you into a comfortable onesie.

When you were back downstairs Jin had already prepared some small snacks for you along with a juice box.

“Baby, something’s made you distant and sad.” Namjoon stated once he had finished the snack and were sipping on the juice box. “We want to help you, but you have to let us okay?”

You nodded, taking a minute to form your words before speaking. “At work. Boss lady mean.” You whispered which immediately made them frown.

“What does boss lady say?” Tae asked with a worried expression as he held your hand while you were bouncing on Hobi’s lap.

“She say littles are dumb.” Tears formed in your eyes as you thought back at her mean shouting. “She yell and tug when I make messes. She no like littles.”

You could feel Yoongi hold you tighten on your hand when you continued as the boys all shared the same looks at each other. The ‘someone is getting fired’ look.

“Am I dumb?” You asked them when they went silent as your lip quivered.

“Absolutely not!” Jungkook immediately answered. “Boss lady doesn’t know what she’s talking about. You are a gift.” He continued in a strong voice. He was trying not to get to angry in front of you but his blood boiled at the thought of someone saying these things to you.

“Why didn’t you tell us this was happening baby? We would of helped you before it got to bad.” Jimin asked with a frown while he tried to maintain eye contact with you.

“I wanted to fix it myshelf.” You state in a low voice, feeling disappointed.

“It’s okay. You can be independent. It’s just when things get to bad you have to tell us.” Hobi told you softly but in a firm tone to know he was serious and you nodded.

“We’re gonna make sure she never does it again.” Tae reassured you with a head pat but you just frowned. “I can’t work?” You asked.

“You can still work sweetie. We know how much you like earning money and how relaxed you are when you work.” Jin reassured you with a gentle smile.

“It’s however the fuck boss lady is that can’t work anymore.” Yoongi mumbled angrily but it only caused you to smile.

“Swear.” You giggled and pointing as the rest of them glared at Yoongi. You loved when Yoongi swore around you, simply because he wasn’t supposed to. You grinned whenever he got scolded or smacked by Jin. Yoongi just ignored the looks and lightly chuckled, your giggles making him slightly less mad.

Once everything was settled the boys immediately had someone on the phone with your manager and she was fired only three days later.

So you vowed to yourself to tell them if anything was bothering you again.