little: winwin || caregiver: kun and yuta
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those days were as clear as day; winwin used to despise the fact that he got dragged away from his fellow chinese trainees within the company. "it'll be fine, win." kun would reassure him by the phone but sicheng pouted nonetheless. sure, kun has mentioned his headspace to the others so there was nothing to fear but little winwin hated the distance.
"winwin, time to sleep. we'll call again soon enough." kun would say through the phone during the younger one's promotions. "fine." "now, don't give me that tone.." winwin whined at getting scolded before he decided to let his temper get ahold of him. "gege isn't even hewe cuz he weave sicheng awone!"
these days, though; if you look at sicheng, you wouldn't think that he acted up a lot when yuta took him in his arms. the japanese male ironically ended up being winwin's hidden favourite.
yuta managed to get the hang of it; even going beyond little winwin's needs and wants. he spoiled the younger one shitless but he didn't care, only wanting him to be happy in a place where he couldn't express himself well.
however, sicheng couldn't help but feel homesick whenever he remembers his first caregiver and those moments were the ones wherein yuta couldn't do anything more than call kun just so the two could talk.
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"hyung..." "yes, little one?"
"miss gege.." "i understand, love. but at least you're with hyungie, right?" the little didn't see the bright side in that; he was homesick as hell, slipping into headspace helped but not when he can't speak his own language.
yuta tried to learn more mandarin for the younger one but he was still quite rusty. "want kun.." yuta frowned and shrugged. there's nothing he can do. "what can yuta-hyung do to help you then, sweetheart?"
winwin crawled closer to yuta, positioning himself in his arms before whining for his pacifier. "juss cuddwe sisi."
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a year passed and honestly, sicheng ended up being clingier to yuta behind cameras. "hyungie can we play?" sicheng would cutely ask, carrying a handful of toys as he makes his way to yuta's bed. "of course; what game though?"
the pair would end up being surrounded by toys, papers and crayons. "what are you drawing, baby?" "dada, papa and wiwinnie!" winwin answers as he points at each figure. "you, kun... and?" sicheng glared with a pout; his dada cared for him flawlessly but he's stupid!
"you!" sicheng cutely replied before bursting into a fit of giggles when he saw yuta's reaction.
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three years after promoting with 127, he gets to move on to a new venture: wayv. sicheng was honestly so exited! he's gonna promote with the ones he stuck with during trainee days, he'll be able to express himself more, promote in his homeland and best of all, he'll be with his papa...
he was ecstatic as hell; overwhelmed with joy as they reach milestone after milestone. "papa, you saw sisi??" sicheng whispered with pride as he skedaddled his way to kun after he shot his scenes for promotional videos. "uh-huh, i saw my baby and i'm very proud." kun whispers back in a motherly tone before squishing the younger's cheeks.
that's how it went for a while, they'd make up for all the cuddles and affection that little sicheng wanted and/or needed from kun. the elder one would just smile, happy with what's happening so far: a fixed unit for him, promoting with the other boys and being the parental member he's seemingly meant to be.
there'd also be those nights when they'd all gather in the living room to do anything their hearts desired and on these nights, winwin would play with the others while kun and hendery would help ten out with mandarin.
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kun was too focused on teaching ten that his ears weren't able to register the sudden sigh and footsteps that echoed through the halls. "kun-ge, he seemed so sad all of a sudden." yangyang cluelessly said, pointing at the direction winwin walked off to.
kun would stand up and run off, head filled with worry and panic as he ended up thinking of what could've gone wrong for that week but before he could forcefully open the door, he gets stopped by the soft cries.
"baby?" kun softens as he opens the door and gets greeted by a crying little. "what's wrong, sweetheart?" sicheng didn't speak, just making grabby hands at the elder. kun complied, giving the boy his pacifier and hugging winwin as he gently rocked him back and forth in the middle of the bed.
"can you tell me what's wrong, bud?" sicheng just sadly pointed to a drawing; the same one he showed yuta years ago and kun couldn't help but laugh.
after three rings, the other finally answered. "yes, kun?" yuta's voice blared, making winwin smile and start babbling. "baby missed you." "oh how tables have turned, right kun?"
