JOONXBTS!!

╟ SeokJoonGi ╳ ❝dd/lb❞

Genre: Fluff
Warnings: Dds/lb and Polyamory
Words: 932

Namjoon had gone into little space in what he liked to call a 'depression day', because that was exactly what it was.

Cute little Namjoon had no worries or depressive thoughts that could bother his joyous skipping and giggling. Sadly, his boyfriends weren't home, as he got home from work earlier than them, so they weren't there to tend to Namjoon.

Namjoon didn't bother to try and call his caregivers, and boyfriends, as instructed when he was in little space, and just went to the living room where he plopped down on the couch and put on a random kids show with a lot of colors that easily captured his attention.

He sat there, giggling and answering the simple questions the show presented but he got bored after a while of the same boring questions and went back to his room to get his favorite coloring book and a gudetama plushie he really liked for some reason; he knew that the reason was that Yoongi had given him it for his birthday, but he couldn't remember that in little space.

He went back to the living room and sat down on the couch in front of the TV, which he hadn't bothered to turn off when he left. He colored a few pages of the book, being careful to stay within the lines, as he was always quite tidy, but only when he was a little, as big Namjoon was quite the opposite.

Then he got hungry. Which was quite the issue since Namjoon wasn't allowed to go into the kitchen in little space because of the various dangerous thing in it, and he didn't dare to break the rules, knowing that breaking the rules was in the list of punishment worthy things.

So he tried to distract himself; first he tried playing dress up, which ended in a pile of clothes on the floor and him in a comfortable jumper. Then, he tried playing with his toys, making them talk and moving them around, but eventually the pain in his stomach became a big bother and he reluctantly went into the kitchen to get some already-cut fruit for himself to eat, as he didn't want to make the punishment worse by trying to handle a knife.

He slowly ate his fruit then put the plate in the sink before returning to his bed, turning on the AC with only a small bit of trouble, then turning off the light before going to sleep cuddling one of his many Ryan plushies.

A few hours into his nap, the door opened and two simultaneous calls of 'Namjoon-ah!' were heard, one more cheerful than the other. If he was awake, he would've recognized them as Seokjin's and Yoongi's voices, but he didn't wake up, which made them both worry when there wasn't response.

As they walked into the living room, they saw the TV playing on the kid's channel and the mess of crayons on the floor which made them immediately dash to Namjoon's bedroom after they quickly assessed the state of their living room and deducted the most obvious answer; Namjoon had gone into little space. Alone.

As they swung opened the door, darkness greeted them, but the faint light of the lamp on the nightstand illuminated the cold room enough for them to see Namjoon was cuddled in bed with one of his plushies and their hearts could only ache in response.

Jin and Yoongi looked at each other with the same panicked look on their face. They both knew that Namjoon wasn't always best at taking the reigns of his life, even less when was in little space. They hurried to wake him up, lightly shaking him until his eyes opened, two blurry brown orbs greeting them in the dim light of their room.

"'Ello hyungs. What'cha so worried about?" Namjoon sleepily greeted. He wasn't in little space anymore.

"Yah," Yoongi hit him non too lightly, making Namjoon wince, "you know you have to call us when you go into little space!" he scolded, an upset frown on his face. Behind him, Jin nodded, agreeing with Yoongi's words, having a frown of his own.

Namjoon looked down, hanging his head in shame. He was almost never ashamed of the things he did when he was in little space, unless he disappointed his boyfriends, who so considerately took care of him in little space. Who so carefully watched his every step when he was in little space so he wouldn't hurt himself. Who supported him and his goals. And he had disappointed them. His eyes started tearing up, hot tears welling behind his eyelids and he felt ashamed. Disgustingly so.

Namjoon's boyfriends stared down at him with disappointed expressions before they heard his faint sobs. They immediately started reassuring him that they weren't really mad and that they just wanted their baby to be cared of while gently massaging his shaking shoulders, guilt making them feel nearly as horrible as Namjoon did.

His sobs slowly faded into quiet sniffles. He looked at them,and seeing the love in their eyes he smiled and puckered up his lips as a request for comfort kisses.

They chuckled but complied anyway, showering his face with kisses, making Namjoon wetly giggle with renowned happiness.

When they finished their assault on his face, Namjoon smiled and opened his mouth, "I love you both so much," he whispered. His boyfriends smiled and were about to return the words before Namjoon continued,

"And I might've gone into the kitchen when I was in little space.."

...

"Namjoon-Ah!!"

a/n: can you notice I'm sugaring you up? Angst is coming.