Yoongi's Little [COMPLETE]

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She was nervous, being little out of her room was terrible but she felt braver in little space, and he was with her. He'd look after her.

She didn't want to get out of the car once it pulled up outside the hospital.
"Cmon' baby it's okay. Daddy's a doctor remember? I know lots of people here so I'll stay with you the whole time, it'll be alright." He reassured as he took her good hand in his and walked her towards the doors locking the car with a bleep behind him.

He entered the hospital and walked down lots of corridors while he was on the phone and eventually they stopped. Yn looked up at the tall man who was smiling at her with dimples.
"Yn? This is Namjoon. He's going to X-ray your finger okay?" And she nodded without talking until she tugged on his sleeve and he bent down so she could whisper in his ear.
"Are you still staying with me?"
"Yeah. Of course kitten. Let's go okay?"

Yn obliged as Yoongi explained subtly to Namjoon that she was little right now so he needed to be ultra gentle with her or she'd burst into tears. Namjoon nodded as he opened the door to the X-ray room and Yoongi met her eyes and explained that he'd have to stand behind a wall while the X-ray happened and Yn started to get upset.

He promised he'd stay with her. He was about to leave her and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Daddy noooo." She sobbed as she sat on the floor and he crouched down in front of her.
"Yn? It's okay. There's not even a door and you can see me through the glass okay? Be brave for me?"
And with an almighty sniff she nodded and stood up as he positioned her hand for the X-ray, kissed her on the temple and walked behind the wall.

Yn was nervous. It was cold and quite dark in the room but before she knew it, it was over and a moment later he walked out holding the X-ray picture inspecting it with Namjoon.
"-yeah it's hairline, so a few weeks with a splint and we're good." He said with a smile as he came and took her hand making her smile and he took in a big over the top breath acting shocked.
"That's my first smile today!" And she admired his gummy grin, it made her smile even more when he called her his good girl and showed her the picture of the bones in her hand and explained what had happened.

"It's not broken?" Yn asked and Yoongi shook his head at her. He adored her little, everything about her changed, it was like she was a different person, she became bolder, cheekier, her frame seemed smaller, her voice softened and it melted his insides to mush.

Namjoon walked them to a different room left Yoongi  to it.
"You can wrap it and take it from here right?"
"Yeah s'fine. See ya' later!" He smiled at Namjoon as he sat on a stool as Yn perched on a bed and began to strap her fractured finger to another one while it healed explaining softly that it would only have to be this way for a few weeks and she'd be fine before he kissed her poorly hand and stood up.

Yn was swooning over him as he led her out the hospital when his voice shattered her thoughts of princes and knights.
"Are you hungry?" And it was only then that she realised she hadn't eaten all day and it was nearly dinner time. She gave a small nod and he nodded back as he put her in the car and went to strap her in but she bat his hands away.
"I can do it daddy!" She scolded and he chuckled as he bopped her on the nose with his finger.
"Okay stroppy. You do it." He smiled as he tugged her door down gently before getting into his own side.

She wasn't overly bothered about what she ate, all she knew is that she was little and hungry. She didn't need to be little anymore but she was enjoying it and he certainly didn't seem to mind. He was sat at a table with her happily feeding her with his chopsticks ignoring the glances from onlookers as she swung her legs back and forth as they spoke about their day and she asked a million questions about the hospital.

He smiled at her and answered every single question without getting tired of it. The more time he spent with her big or little the more he learned about her and her inquisitive nature. He enjoyed watching her, the way she swung her legs, the way she brushed her hair out of her face when it annoyed her, the way she looked when she ate, the way she would constantly look at what everyone else was doing to be nosy.

He had to admit in his mind. I just love to look at her.