Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/9482186. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: 방탄소년단_|_Bangtan_Boys_|_BTS Relationship: Jeon_Jungkook/Park_Jimin, Kim_Taehyung_|_V/Park_Jimin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga/ Park_Jimin, Kim_Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster/Park_Jimin, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin/Park Jimin, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope/Park_Jimin, Park_Jimin_(BTS)/Everyone Character: Park_Jimin_(BTS), Jeon_Jungkook, Kim_Taehyung_|_V, Kim_Seokjin_|_Jin, Kim Namjoon_|_Rap_Monster, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga, Jung_Hoseok_|_J-Hope, Kunpimook Bhuwakul_|_BamBam Additional Tags: Park_Jimin-centric, Park_Jimin_Is_a_Sweetheart, Cute_Park_Jimin, Sub_Park Jimin, Dom/sub, BDSM, Spanking, Master/Pet, Pet_Names, Animal_Play, kitten_play, Age_Play, Smol_Jimin, Tiny_Jimin, Min_Yoongi_|_Suga_Is_Bad at_Feelings, Kim_Taehyung_|_V_Is_a_Little_Shit, Innocent_Park_Jimin, Jungkook_Is_In_Love, everyone_loves_jimin, Bottom_Park_Jimin, Little Space, little_jimin, Age_Regression/De-Aging, Daddy_Kink, Oppa_Kink, Sub Jimin, Non-Sexual_Age_Play Stats: Published: 2017-01-27 Updated: 2017-04-09 Chapters: 8/? Words: 19474 ****** Sugar, We're Goin' Down ****** by vminkookie_(mikey_tdh) Summary Park Jimin was an incredibly innocent boy from Busan, with a shameful secret. He was a little. Kicked out of his home at 16 and forced to live in his car, with no friends, Jimin gets heavily bullied at school. One day, because of a harmless indulgence, a group of bullies play a cruel prank on him at school. When Jungkook finds the aftermath, he takes Jimin home and introduces him to his 6 boyfriends. All Doms. Oh yeah! There's also loyal best friend BamBam, cute bean Jimin, gang BTS, and BDSM, what else could you want? Notes Hey guys so this fic is set in the Dope era, so Jimin has bright red hair. Also it includes underage bdsm, which I don't encourage in real life, but this is fan fiction so yolo. See the end of the work for more notes ***** Chapter 1 ***** Jimin rest his head on the dank, grody shower wall. Teeming with built up crust and clumps of hair, the humid cubicle made Jimin feel especially dirty, even as he was showering. The only sounds emitting from the boys’ locker room was the ice cold water shutting off as Jimin ran his damp towel through his wet hair. He stepped into his shower sandals as the floor was covered with a filmy layer of things Jimin didn’t even want to begin to think about.  He tied his towel around his full hips, strolling past the blue lockers. Reaching his own, Jimin threw in the towel and reached for a semi-clean outfit. No one needed to know it hadn't been washed in maybe 2 weeks, possibly 3, but it hadn’t reached nausea-inducing smells yet so Jimin figured it was okay. He knew he needed to take better care of himself but he just couldn't muster up the drive needed to properly care for himself as he should. He also knew it was wrong to want, no crave having someone take care of him but he just couldn't do it himself. He'd much rather lay on his bed and contemplate every slightly odd thing he did that day and berate himself for it than say, do the laundry. He pulled on a pair of generic brand boxer-briefs, a grey polyester sweatshirt and some khaki shorts. He was grateful he still had a pair of slip-ons since he didn’t seem to have any socks left.  You see, Jimin was living in his car. Now before you start thinking of something crazy; no he wasn’t an orphan, and no he wasn’t abused at home, but he did have 6 younger siblings and calling money tight was a stretch. He’d started working at 14 to help pay the bills, but it still wasn’t enough. That seemed to be the perpetual theme of his life. The story was always the same, he was always second best. Every time he’d barely grazed first place only to shot back down to second, and be bested by the actual winner. Yet he’s always seen with a brilliant smile on his face. Isn’t it almost poetic to think a boy so surely overjoyed, is actually tearing himself apart piece by piece. It must be true then, that we only see what we want to see. =============================================================================== Jimin slid his arms through his dirty book bag and walked to his car. He was so very thankful to his beloved teacher, Mrs. Jeon. She knew of his situation and always left the locker rooms unlocked for him. Mrs. Jeon was a constant support in his life. She did the best she could, outside of housing him herself, providing for the homeless boy. She brought him homemade food every day at lunch and managed to have time to help him study and hang around after class. Jimin would never let his living situations deter him from reaching his goals. Jimin wanted to become an idol. He felt as if he was born to perform, having a natural talent in dancing, moving across the stage like water floating in a river. His singing took a bit more work but every time he sang he got so lost in the song, he felt confused looking out at an empty classroom instead of a fan-filled concert.  Jimin in fact put so much of himself into everything he did, it was of no one’s surprise he lived to perform, to please. The boy was naturally submissive, constantly tending to everyone’s (younger and older) needs before his. It was due to this behavior that people often overlooked the boy, instantly assuming he would oblige by their requests. Jimin never felt used or taken advantage of because he genuinely loved pleasing and serving others. Everytime a smile was put on someone else’s face because of him, Jimin felt so incredibly happy that he had been the one to do that.  He also loved the feeling of being taken care of, as he’s known to run himself ragged performing for others. Jimin was an incredibly naive boy, believing people have no ulterior motives in their commands. With that comes his beautiful innocence, which can be seen a mile away.  =============================================================================== Jimin started up his used, navy blue Hyundai compact car. He’d gotten it for an incredible deal from his then boss. It was a little old but Jimin was never one to complain. He drove down to his local food kitchen to help serve food to the less fortunate. He loved seeing the grateful smiles on people’s faces, even if he had to go hungry himself, it was worth it.  He pulled in to the community center’s parking lot and got out a plastic bag from the trunk. He entered the crowded hallway, greeting familiar people as he goes. Jimin set up in the back, putting on his apron and a beanie that covered his striking red hair, but before he started serving food, he dropped by the commons area to see his oldest friend Bambam.  No one knows BamBam’s real name because as a kid, when asked his name, he’d only utter two words “Bam Bam.” He’s a foreigner, so Korean isn’t his native language as shown obvious by  his light accent. He was still Jimin’s best friend though, the only one he had honestly.  “Jiminie” Bambam screeched, running toward his friend. Jimin giggled, not minding the attention, as he pulled in Bambam for a tight hug. Parting from his embrace, Jimin threw an arm around Bambam’s shoulders, as Bam’s arm crept across his waist. This was easy for Jimin to do, since both he and Bam weren't (cough) the tallest people out there. They were actually quite short for boys their age; but neither really gave it a second thought. Sure Jimin acted offended or shocked when people teased him for it, but secretly he not only craved the attention, he loved the way it made him feel, small and cute. Jimin, particularly, really liked cute things.  The two boys made their way to the kitchen and got into their respective spots. As people started to line up, Jimin formed his signature smile and began to greet people. About 2 1/2 hours had passed since he began working, yet Jimin still gave each and every person a giant smile. Jimin went behind the kitchen to bring out some more meat since they had run out, when he spotted one of the most striking boys he had ever seen.  This boy, no man, was oddly just as beautiful as he was handsome. He had raven black hair parted down the side, a long, round nose, and full, pink lips. He had such thick, masculine shoulders yet a thin frame. He donned a form fitting, long sleeved shirt, and black skinny jeans ripped at the knee, a brown leather jacket hanging off one shoulder. Though his arms were covered, Jimin couldn’t help but notice the intricate lines of black ink running up his neck, and his rounded eyes were staring fiercely at Jimin. Jimin yelped and quickly bowed his head, a strong red flush running up his neck. He was anxious at being caught staring at the statuesque like man in front of him, everything from his stance to his gaze screamed dominance. Jimin wasn’t necessarily scared, just nervous, that this beautiful man would scream at such a pitiful creature caught looking at the likes of him.  Yet, despite his fears, the man just smiled at Jimin and ordered his food. Gulping, Jimin choked out a “yessir” and helped a large portion of meat onto the man’s tray. Though embarrassed, the young boy could never forget his manners, and flashed a small, shy smile to the perfect stranger. Unbeknownst to Jimin, that wan’t the last time he would be seeing the beautiful man. =============================================================================== Jin came home that day in a surprisingly good mood. He had decided to stop by the only community center in his jurisdiction to check how things were going. He had decided to eat there, to have a talk with the other people, see how life was treating them (as Jin is known to care for the people in his town), when he came across what seemed to be just an ordinary young boy.  Yet, this boy’s every movement screamed submissiveness. He’d bowed his head, a pretty flush running up his neck.  Jin found that quality to be so rare in people nowadays, especially teenagers who's every move screamed defiance and rebellion, but Jin didn’t spare the shy boy another thought as he rushed to talk to his leader RM. Jin was in a gang called the Bulletproof Boy Scouts. It was a subdivision of the underground company of BigHit Corporation. On the surface Bight Co. was a tech company that refurbished old computers and fixed viruses, but really the company was an underground criminal chain led by Bang PD-nim. Bang PD-nim originally inherited the small gang from his father. They wren’t very violent, just mainly territorial and every gang had their own turf. It wasn’t until a neighbor gang, much bigger that his, started to continuously disrespect the territories borders thinking that Bang PD-nim’s gang was too weak to challenge them; that Bang PD-Nim’s gang struck back in a show of disturbing violence and accuracy. From that day forward, all the other small gangs in the area grew subservient to Bang PD-nim as he alone ruled over the streets of Seoul. The police had been trying to crack down on the now giant empire for over a decade but could never evan come close to Bang PD-nim’s outercircles, that they decided to work with Bang PD-nim himself. In exchange for not busting his guys, the police would share criminal intel with Mr. Bang and he would send his guys out to finish them off. They cracked down on murderers, paedophiles, rapists, child-abusers, etc. This operation was still going on to this day, just on a much bigger scale. Now enabled with high tech devices, Bang PD-nim used viruses to trace right into perpetrators homes. He had created a special task force, so secret in fact it was only known by him. They were his most trusted men, each specially hand-picked. It was of most importance not even one other member of Bang’s gang knew of them as to never be released to the public.  BTS ran as so: * Kim Seok Jin           - Alias: Jin           - Weapon: Poison           - Age: 22 * Min Yoon Gi           - Alias: Suga           - Weapon: Fire Arms           - Age: 21 * Jung Ho Seok          - Alias: J-Hope          - Weapon: Explosives          - Age: 19 * Kim Nam Joon          - Alias: Rap Monster/ RM          - Weapon: Combat/ Firearms          - Age: 19 * Kim Tae Hyung          - Alias: V          - Weapon: Knives/ Torture          - Age: 18 * Jeon Jung Kook          - Alias: N/A          - Weapon: Computer Viruses          - Age: 16 And that was what made up the perilous gang.         ***** Chapter 2 ***** Chapter Notes Alright, so here's the second chapter, I really hope you guys like it. :) I'm planning on updating this weekly, by the way, and already have the next few chapters written, so don't worry. The next morning, Jimin awoke from the backseat of his car, parked in a secluded area behind the park. Jim had found it when he was a small child.    He quickly changed into his school uniform that consisted of long khaki slacks, a collared starch white button down shirt, a navy blue corduroy blazer and a burgundy skinny tie. Jimin still went to high school, as he was just 15 years old. He always wore his uniform in impeccable shape never unbuttoning his shirt or sagging his pants like some of his fellow classmates, he’d always felt the need to look just as the school desired. Jimin followed rules not because he believed himself to be better than everyone, quite the opposite actually, but because he felt rules gave his life a sort of balance and he enjoyed being good even if there was no-one to congratulate him for it.   This was not to say that that he neededto always follow rules, in fact he loved surprises, he just liked how people praised him for following rules. Jimin loved praise, it made him feel so nice and warm inside like he’d found his purpose.    There was one thing however that Jimin kept hidden from his peers that he liked to wear when he was feeling especially naughty;and that was baby blue lacy panties. He felt so embarrassed even thinking about it, as he was taught to believe that boys should wear dark masculine colors and never anything pretty or feminine, as they would be looked at as disgustingorgay.Jimin had another secret however and it was that he was gay. Jim had never, ever told anyone about that, since he lived in an area where being gay could get you killed.    He’d always been different than the other boys (a cliche, but it’s true.) Instead of playing video games or cars with the other little boys, Jimin loved playing dolls and house and dress-up with the girls. In the beginning when they played house, the girls were delighted to have a boy play with them as he would be the husband; but, Jimin secretly always wanted to be the wife. He wanted to wait on and cook for his husband and put on pretty dresses for when his husband came home from work. It wasn’t until the girls started playing dress-up that they saw Jimin trying on a skirt and began to ridicule and bully him along with the boys.    This had went on for the rest of Jimin’s school years, even continuing into high school. He’d always found himself at the bottom of the social pole, often being the subject of cruel jokes and pranks. Jimin still carried on with a bright smile though, being very nice to everyone, even his bullies for Jimin didn't have a mean bone in his body.   The only thing Jimin didn’t have time for was brushing his flashing red hair, he was running late as it is. Jimin quickly drove to the school, getting out of his car just as the late bell sounded. He shamefully collected his books and walked down the hall to his homeroom.    As he entered, he feared teacher-noona would give him a tardy slip and send him to the office, but nonetheless she simply smiled at him and motioned for him to take a seat. Unfortunately, as Jimin gazed across the classroom, there was only one seat available in the back left corner, right next to a certain Jeon Jungkook. Jeon Jungkook was what you’d call a “bad boy” (of course Jimin never believed in stereotypes, he was too pure for that, he just feared sitting in the back because people would have more chance of bullying him.) Jeon Jungkook was slouching on the wall with his eyes barely slitted open, one arm across the chair next to him, the other playing with a pencil on his desk.    Jimin never feared Jungkook, unlike the rest of his peers and even teachers, because Jungkook was always nice to him unlike everyone else. He even went out of his way sometimes to be friendly when he saw Jimin wasn’t having the best of days. Jungkook was his senior by one year, as Jimin was 15, yet took AP Algebra 2.    As Jimin casually strolled to his desk, he chirped a bright “Goodmorning, Jungkook-ssi” and sat down.    “Jimin-ah, what have I told you about calling me Jungkook-ssi, you call me hyung, understand.” Jungkook teased.   Jimin blushed “Of course hyung.” Jimin’d never admit it but the fact that Jungkook-hyung had reprimanded him, even playfully, made him a little hot.   As the teacher carried out her lesson for the day, Jimin leaned back into Jungkook’s arm, figuring if he minded he would’ve pulled away.    Jungkook was only 16, yet he was in a gang. That’s because as an orphan, Jungkook grew up being practically raise by the BTS crew. He’d never admit it but he really looked up to them, and when the time came, followed them into crime. He’d never made any friends in high school, because he figured what’s the point? He would either have to lie to them the whole friendship, potentially risking their safety, or pray the person would magically understand and was fine with it (which he thought would never happen.)    So, he’s known as the “loner” of the school, which he’s fine with since he had all he could ever need with BTS, his family.    Also, Jungkook couldn’t make friends easily if he tried. He had a very ominous aura often scaring people away, with his dark black eyeliner, ripped jeans, and dark violet hair. He was also very brash, not thinking before he talked, and his commanding personality often scared people away as they either wanted to hide away from him or challenge him in an unfortunate show of dominance (as he was bound to win.)    Jungkook also had a few tattoos, that very few people knew of, and a double eyebrow ring. His entire back was covered in a piece of a dragon blowing fire on all the surrounding villagers, both of his forearms, and a secret one that only his boyfriends had seen as it was quite private. Considering he had no friends at school, Jungkook often looked out for other loners like him, there was one in fact, that Jungkook was particularly fond of. He was younger than him, by a year, and looked 10x more innocent. Park Jimin in fact reminded him of an adorable little kitten, all shy, and curled up into himself.    He’d first found him a bit annoying, considering his studious ways, but one day Jungkook caught Jimin dancing in the school auditorium and he was enraptured. He left before the younger boy could see him, and began to rethink his perception of one Park Jimin.    He started to get to know the boy, finding out he was also from Busan, and his favorite color was baby blue. He soon found himself charmed by the adorable boy from everything to the light, pretty tilt of an accent, to the cute way he’d curl up into a little ball when he felt tired. When Jimin dyed his hair firetruck red, Jungkook teased him all day, but had privately thought it suited him. It was good for Jungkook to have a younger friend since all his boyfriends were his hyungs.   However he’d found himself growing cautious of their friendship, considering the life Kook lived, also Jimin’s naivety, so he began cutting him off, limiting conversation to a friendly hello every day. Yet, if it’d ever saddened Jimin he wouldn’t have known since Jimin always looked so happy to see him.   Even distancing himself from the younger boy, Jungkook still grew worried as he knew Jimin was being bullied quite harshly by his classmates, so he decided to keep an extra eye out for him, but never stepping in as to not overstep his boundaries.   So after his morning class the two boys parted ways and soon it was time for lunch. Jungkook often took his car, a nice Mercedes since it belonged to the company, to go out to eat; but today he decided to stay in. He headed up the secret stares to the roof and lit up a joint. His school was full of so many spoiled brats, Jungkook thought they’d have a heart attack at the sight of weed. Jimin wasn’t like that, he thought. Sure he was such an innocent boy, but he was extremely open-minded and accepting.    Jungkook put out his joint and began walking down the stairs. When he got to the second floor he heard a loud moan, but thought nothing of it as teenagers hook-up wherever and whenever they can, but paused when he heard crying. Jungkook tilted his head and opened the door to the second floor, walking down the corridor to find the source of the noise. He stopped again near the boy’s bathroom, and when trying to open the door, found it to be locked. This made Jungkook even more determined to open the door and find out what was going on.   He finally managed to smash the door open, running into the room. The scene that awaited him made his blood run cold.   There was a pitiful mess of a person, sobbing in the corner of the room by the sink, and a group of tall boys surrounding him, standing in a semi-circle. They all had their… dicks out and were… peeing on the other person. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, GET THE FUCK OUT, GET OUT!” Jungkook yelled. What looked to be the main perpetrator turned around, not even bothering to put his dick back into his pants, said “and what are you gonna do pretty boy, want a turn t-“ he stumbled his words as he finally got a look at Jungkook. The other boys, he counted 5 in total, had all scurried away after he first yelled.   Jungkook hauled the smaller boy by the back of his jacket, picking him up completely off the floor and threatened that if he ever found this disgusting human again, he’d see what Jungkook looked like really mad. He threw the boy out and locked the door.    Kook finally managed to get a good look at the student on the floor.    He had his knees up to his chest, a beanie pulled down his ears, pants thrown across a stall door, shirt unbuttoned, and shrugged halfway down his shoulders. The most interesting part though, was the pretty little panties the boy had on. Jung kook would’ve found this immensely hot, if it weren’t for the current situation.    The longer Jungkook stayed in the room the stronger the stench of urine got. Oh God, Jungkook thought, they peed on him, those fucking imbeciles peed on him.Jungkook pushed down his anger and managed to stay calm to help the boy.    The boy looked very young, and was crying softly to himself with his eyes clenched shut. Jungkook had no words so he decided to calm the boy in actions, and pulled off his beanie to stroke his hair. As he took the beanie off, he noticed the boy’s hair for the first time and— red, it was red, Oh my God, Jimin.    He quickly gathered the young boy into his ams but Jimin began to scream.    “No, no it’s me, it’s Jungkook, open those eyes for me baby, yeah that’s right let me see those pretty eyes.” Jungkook soothed. Calmed by Jungkook’s authoritative tone, Jimin began slipping into a more primal, submissive mind space (as he’d only done rarely, when very hurt,scared, or horny.)    “I’m sorry Sir, I’m sososorry, Jiminie’s s-s-so sorry, please Sir, ple-ee- eease, Jiminie’s so-o sorry.” Jimin gulped around his tears.   Jungkook quickly settled into a more dominant role, and began rocking the small boy in his lap. “Hey baby boy, it’s okay, it’s all going to be okay. Listen to Sir, baby, would he ever lie to you.” He stroked Jimin’s back.   “N-no S-s-sir, n-n-no, n-n-n-never would Sir lied to Jiminie.” Jimin cried.   Jungkook felt heartbroken looking at the pitiful boy. He took off Jimin’s rank shirt and wrapped his leather jacket around Jimin’s shoulders.   “Shhh, now what is my baby sorry about, hmm? What’s their to be sorry about pretty boy.”   “Th-the m-meanies wan-wanted to p-pr-rank Jiminie an-and p-p-pull down his p- pants, b-b-but Jiminie was wearing hi-his p-pre-pretty panties today Sir, J- jiminie’s sososorry. He’s so sorry.”    Jimin continued to cry. “B-but Minnie wasn't a b-bad boy he-he swears Sir, h-he was a g-g-go-good boy, th-they were the b-bad boys and p-peed on Minnie for wearing his f-favoritre panties. B-but Minnie didn’t m-mean to be bad, h-he just wanted t-to f-feel pr-pretty for a d-day. HE’S SORRY DADDY, MINNIE’S SORRY!” Jim managed to slip into an even littlerspace as he continued to cry.   Even though his words enraged Jungkook, as those pieces of shit had managed to show an even crueler image of teenage boys than Jungkook had thought possible, but Jungkook put those thoughts away, focusing on helping the little in front of him.    “Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay baby, Daddy says it’s all okay.” He wouldn't usually ever slip into kink without negotiations first, but Jungkook figured this was a special case, and decided his Dom persona would best help the frightened boy. “It’s okay baby Daddy’s here, Daddy’s her for you, okay. And Daddy’s so so proud of you for being such a good boy and waiting for Daddy to come. What those boys did was disgusting and wrong.” Jungkook spat.   “Never should a person touch you without your permission, baby. Do you understand.” Jimin nodded his head.    As Jungkook couldn't very well walk out of the bathroom with a semi-naked Jimin, he decided to carefully put Jimin’s urine covered slacks back on. He disdainely threw the soiled shirt in the trash can, and picked Jimin up by putting him on the counter. The boy had silent tears running down his cheeks. Jungkook carefully zipped his jacket over Jimin’s small frame, making Jungkook pleased, as the jacket engulfed the younger boy, making him look smaller than he already was.      As Jungkook expected, this made Jimin feel slightly better, as he felt very littlecompared to the taller boy. Jungkook turned over and crouched down, signaling for Jimin to hop onto his back. When Jimin wrapped his arms and legs around Jungkooks torso, he pretended to huff as if Jimin was too heavy for him to bear. This brought a small smile onto Jimin’s pretty face, making Jungkook glad for the first time since the accident.    It was lunch time, so the halls were mainly empty as Jungkook carried Jimin to the boys’ locker room to clean him up. Getting into the shower area, Jungkook knew he couldn’t leave the small sub alone in such a vulnerable state of mind, so he slipped him off his back and began to undress him. He unzipped the jacket, pulling it carefully off Jimin’s shoulders, and playfully tickled his ribcage, making Jimin giggle. “Oh what a delicious giggle you have kitten, makes me want to eat you right up.”    Jimin giggled some more.    He slowly unbuttoned Jimin’s pants and placed a hand on the boy’s back to lift his hips so he could slide them down the rest of the way. When Jimin was left in only his panties, Jungkook halted.   “Baby, Daddy’s so sorry but he’s going to have to throw away your panties. He’s so sorry.” And he did feel sorry, since Jimin’d said they were his special panties, meaning they were probably the only ones he owned. He guessed there wasn’t another Dom in Jimin’s life, since he hadn’t resisted Jungkooks’ advances.    He very cautiously pulled down Jimin’s panties, placing them on top of his dirty pants. Jungkook was strictly professional doing this, as that was what the situation called for. Jimin blush and pulled his knees to his chest, glancing at the floor. Jung kook let him, considering the traumatic event he’d just been through.    He then began to undress himself as well, chuckling when Jimin got red and looked away. H helped the smaller boy onto his feet and guided him to the showers. He focused on Jimin first, meticulously scrubbing his entire body, even shampooing his hair, which made Jimin smile. Jungkook quickly washed himself before turning off the spray. He toweled off first, before wrapping a giant fluffy towel around Jimin’s shoulders and drying him off himself. This brought yet another blush to Jimin’s cheeks making Jungkook feel pleased. He called him a good boy and took him to his locker.   Assuming Jimin didn't have any remaining clothes, Jungkook dressed him in his own. He put Jimin in some comfortable black cotton sweatpants and a loose white tee-shirt. Jimin’s shoes had to go in the trash, so Jungkook piggy-backed him to the parking lot. He took Jimin to his own car, prepared to give him a ride home as he didn't trust Jimin to do it himself right now.    Revving the engine, Jungkook turned to ask Jimin’s address when he found the boy looking down at his fidgeting hands. “Umm, Jungkook-hyung, I don't exactly have an address.” Jimin winced.   Now, Jungkook had expected Jimin to slip back to a normal headspace since time had passed, but he didn't expect the shocking news Jimin had just given him.   “What do you mean you don’t have an address, everyone has an address.” Jungkook tilted his head.   “Well, I d-don’t, you see. My parents kicked me out.” Jimin whispered the last part, ashamed.    “What do you mean your parentskicked you out, they're your parents how could they kick out their child.” Jungkook, never having parents himself, figured if they kept their child, they’d have to love them right?   “Well, I’m an adult now a-“    “No.” Jungkook growled “You’re still a child, how could they do this to their own child?” Jungkook muttered the last part.   Jimin flinched, making Jungkook regret his tone of voice as he caressed his arm and whispered soothing words into his ear.   Earlier, Jungkook had felt bad, Domming a sub that wasn't his, but he couldn't help imagining sharing this sweet boy with his boyfriends. He knew it probably wasn't possible, seeing as someone as pretty and nice as Jimin probably had a boyfriend. Yet, when asked his relationship status, Jimin shook his head, which both confused and pleased Jungkook.   However, now that Kook was armed with Jimin’s full situation, he decided he had no other choice but to bring Jimin to his apartment. Not even thinking about warning the others, Jungkook began driving to the expensive, high rise apartment they all shared in the city.  ***** Chapter 3 ***** Chapter Notes so i decided to update a little sooner than expected XD and I just wanted to say something to all the fans of this story so far. You guys are BEYOND fucking amazing even the support I've managed to gain on this little ol' story of mine is incredible, and I can't thank you enough. It wasn't until I became a fanfic writer myself that I realized how much it meant to comment on someone else's work. IT MEANS EVERYTHING, LITERALLY THANK YOU SO MUCH. So, please, please, please if you like it please comment, thanks to everyone. Now that that little cheesy note's over, on to the story. -Anna See the end of the chapter for more notes Jimin felt so embarrassed that he’d gotten like that in front Jungkook. He was brought up to think that part of him was dirty and should always be pushed back. Society told him it was unnatural to like pain, to find pleasure in it. Or to like being taken care of, if you’re a man, because men should always be more dominant; but that had never been his case. He’d grown up naturally submissive, to everyone around him, including his parents. His mother valued the trait, delighted that he would help her cook and clean, but his father always found it a bit unsettling, causing a rift in their relationship. When his father told him it was time for him to move out, he was devastated, because he knew he would miss his mother and younger siblings dearly. So he put on a brave face and left, figuring it out as he went.  Jimin felt so anxious, riding in the passenger seat of Jungkook-hyung’s car. He regretted regressing into such a vulnerable state around Jungkook because he had no idea of how the elder would respond. What if he’d been absolutely disgusted? Or had called Jimin one of those mean names like the people at school? Jimin was incredibly grateful Jungkook-hyung seemed to know how to handle people like him. He must have other submissive friends as well.  Jimin’s neves had settled for the moment, as it was a long drive back to the apartment, but as soon as they pulled up into the garage, they started again. What would Jungkook-hyung’s parents think of him? Or his friends? If they met Jimin, they would probably be disappointed Jungkook had brought home such a sensitive, and ugly person. Ohh Jungkook-hyung would never be friends with someone like you, Jimin. Look at yourself! Now look at Jungkook, the difference is so obvious.With his mind made up, Jimin decided as soon as they parked the car, he would say goodbye to Jungkook, thank him for putting up with the mess that he was, and be on his way. Unbeknownst to Jimin, he had been observed the entire car ride. It amused Jungkook to see the flurry of expressions on the younger’s face. He found it cute that everything Jimin thought reflected in his facial expressions. Jimin must have also been a pretty bad liar.  Jungkook put on an impassive face, so his boyfriends would think him calm and collected (instead of the ball of nerves he was inside). Jungkook got out of the car, and before Jimin could move, pulled Jimin’s car door open for him and offered him his hand. Jimin smiled gratefully at Jungkook, before linking their hands together. Kook led Jimin inside the building, pausing right before his door. “Before we go in Jiminie, I just wanted to warn you that I haven't told my roommates you were coming, as it was a surprise for me too.” Jungkook sheepishly smiled and scratched his head. Jimin’s eyes grew comically wide as Jungkook unlocked the door. Well, there was no going back now,Jimin thought as he walked inside. Jungkook took off his shoes and Jimin marveled at how soft the cream carpet felt on his bare feet. “Ah, they aren’t home yet, why don’t you sit on the couch and make yourself at home. Maybe, we can talk?” Jimin nodded dumbly, plopping himself down on the light brown leather couch. He curled his feet under his but and pulled a soft throw pillow onto his lap. Jimin glanced around the apartment, in awe how expensive everything seemed. He had never seen anything so luxurious in his entire life.  Still a bit shooken up from the earlier events, the truth of what had actually happened hadn’t donned on him until now. He had been found out and utterly humiliated. He had been, he had been… peed on. He still couldn’t believe that boys from his schoolhad corneredhim andpeedon him. He felt lower than dirt, like the trash taken out everyday. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he relieved the occurrence in his mind. Jungkook walked in with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and the tv remote in the other. He set the bowl onto the coffee table. “Hey, so what movie do you wanna wa-“. Frozen in shock, he’d expected Jimin to be looking around the grand apartment with child-like wonder, but instead he was crying.  “Ba-, Jimin what’s wrong?” He had to remind himself Jimin wasn't his boyfriend or his sub, but a classmate and should be treated as such before they discuss anything.  “I-I I just c-can’t believe th-“ And with that Jimin crumbled onto himself, sobs wracking his body, arms reaching for Jungkook. He pulled Jimin into a hug, and sat in an awkward position as he shushed Jimin. He felt words weren’t needed this time, Jimin just needed to let it out, and comfortingly rubbed his back. Not long after, Jimin fell asleep in Jungkook’s arms, dried tear tracks running along his puffy, red cheeks. Jungkook gently laid Jimin back on the sofa, placing a pillow under his head. He went off to find a warm blanket and came back later to the most adorable sight. Jimin was half on his stomach, one arm supporting his head under the pillow, the other laying next to his head, left leg sticking straight out toward the back of the couch and the other was bent at the knee, closer to his body. As he laid the blanket over Jimin, he thought the sight couldn’t get any cuter, but then Jimin moved his thumb into his open mouth and began to lightly suckle. Jungkook cooed at the adorable boy. Time passed fast, Jungkook tidies up the rest of the apartment, and even snuck some cute picture of Jimin sleeping. The moment was ruined however by the opening of a door. His boyfriends were back.  “So, I was standing there, calm as fuck, in the supermarket line like the peaceful bitch I am, when this fucking dick bag decided to leave her kid in line as she went to get more shit. Like lady, there’s a fucking line for a rea- “ Taehyung was shell-shocked as he walked into his apartment. When he stopped, the rest of the boys all bumped into each other, groaning and cursing Taehyung.  “Jungkook-ah” Taehyung said with a sugary sweet smile on his face. “Why the fuck is there a 12 year old on our couch!” Jungkook gulped. “Hey babe, how was shopping?” “Jungkook, I would like to hear the explanation for this as well.” Namjoon spoke. “Well, long story short, Jimin-ah here is my um… friend, yeah friend from school, and were doing a, a… project together. Yeah, science.” Jungkook smiled. “Cut the crap Kookie.” Jin muttered, strolling past him to the kitchen. The rest of the boys waiting to hear Jungkook’s answer.  It was at that moment, that Jimin began to wake up from his little nap. Blinking his eyes, he was greeted by the sight of a handsome male with curly, light brown hair. He abruptly sat up, and awkwardly pulled his thumb out of is mouth wiping it on his pants. He folded his hands behind his back, as he attentively watched all the extremely good looking men in front of him. Jesus, are all Jungkook’s friends models, way to be a potato Park Jimin. He nervously gulped as all the men’s attention were focused directly on him.  “So kid,” the boxy smiled one began. “What the fuck are you dong in our house?” Jimin jumped at the question and began pleading to the older male, hands folded together in front of him. “I’m so sorry Sir, I fell asleep after Jungkookie- hyung brought me here, and I-I-I didn’t mean to, Sir. Again I’m so sorry.” Jimin began to gather his things, quickly dashing towards the door. “I’ll be leaving right now Sir, um, Sirs, please forgive me, you'll uh, never ever see me again, thanks for the hospitality.” Jimin yelled as he ran out of the house, tears streaming down his face. The one time any person manages show him kindness and he fucks it up, like always. He truly is worthless. Jin walked back from the kitchen with Jungkook, when he noticed Jimin missing. “Hey guys where’s Jiminie, did he go to the bathroom or something?” Jungkook asked, looking around. Hoseok glared at Taehyung. “Taehyung managed to run him off, such a shame, he was so cute and polite.” Hoseok pouted.  “What the hell, dude. All I did was ask him a question, I didn’t know he would run off.” Taehyung muttered. Jungkook stared at him with an incredulous look before dashing out the door.  The others decided to wait in the apartment as they had other things to do. After about an hour, Jungkook came back.  “I couldn’t find him (pant) anywhere (pant) hyungs. Please you need to help me find him, we need to find him.” Jungkook muttered, with a crazed look.  “Jungkook, calm down, what’s so important about this boy anyway? Also why are you bringing children into this apartment, when you know very well what we do for a living.” Namjoon questioned.  “He’s not a child hyung, he's 15, well he's still a child, but he's about my age. Please hyung, you don't understand.”  “Kookie, why don't you take a minute and then tell us. Then you can gather your thoughts.” Hoseok replied with a supportive smile. Jungkook agreed, and paused for a little bit. “Look hyungs, his name is Jimin, he's from Busan, and he's my friend. He has no friends in the high school, in fact he gets bullied because he's more submissive and feminine than the other students. I became cautious when we started getting closer, so I distanced myself, but today something… horrible happened to him.” Jungkook had a dark look in his eye. The other boys looked on, intrigued with what he had to say. “Jimin’s really innocent, he's so shy and sweet and he's nice to everyone no matter what they do to him. He, he, okay look.” Jungkook sighed. “So today, he decided to wear panties to school—“ “Wow, thats hot!” Taehyung said, surprised.  “Yeah, so as I was saying, the other kids are really cruel to him, so they decided to play a prank on him and pants him in the boys bathroom, except instead of boxers he had on panties, so they took off his pants and his shirt and peed  on him.” The other boys gasped, not believing what Jungkook had said. “Shit, if I’d known I wouldn't have been so harsh.” Taehyung said. “Yeah, and I guess that’s why he was so polite, boys like a diamond in the rough,” muttered Hoseok.  “Yes, so thats why it’s fucking important we find him now, guys! A boy like that, in the streets of Seoul. Just imagine what could happen.” “Alright Kook, we’ll help, just tell me his address so we know were to take him after.” Yoongi said.  “That’s another thing, hyung.  He doesn't have an address, he's been living in his car, his parents kicked him out.”  “Jesus, this kids been through a lot,” whispered Namjoon.  “Alright, guys so I think it’s better if we all split up we can cover Seoul more quickly.” And with that, the gang started heading out, set on their mission to find the young boy. Chapter End Notes lololol sounds like the Scooby Gang at the end, tell me what you think guys ***** Chapter 4 ***** Chapter Notes whew guys, today's my birthday!!! and I just got back from Busch Gardens yesterday but I watched the new Spring Day mv and BALLED MY EYES OUT. I was literally screeching in the car and my friends were like wtf are you okay, and I was just like my Asians which is what they call them haha. So here's an early chapter, I'm sorry it's so short but the next chapter is gonna have personal one-on-one scenes with our baby getting close to the other members. So I hope you guys like it. I also wanted to update early because I have two ongoing stories now, and while I'll still be updating this one weekly, the other one will be less frequent but still time consuming soon I really hope you like and comment. <333 After an hour of searching, the boys had no luck in finding Jimin. They kept up communication by text. They were all in different parts of Seoul, looking behind stores and in alleyways for the younger boy. Yoongi was in the more run down area, figuring if a young boy got lost, this was the most dangerous place to be, so it’d probably be where he would be found.   He was talking to a food stand worker when he heard a stray cry. Following the sound, it led him to a secluded opening between two tall buildings. He began to run into the space, calling out Jimin’s name, when he spotted what looked like a small boy curled up in the corner.   Now Jungkook had told him Jimin had bright red hair, so he figured he’d be easy to spot. He figured for a boy to capture Jungkook’s attention the way he had, this boy had to be model-status. However, taking a closer look at the curled up human, he figured that couldn't be Jimin, right? This boy, equipped with bright red hair, was jus too… ordinary to be Jungkook’s boy-toy.   Yoongi called out Jimin’s name, and the boy looked up.  “Who are you?” Jimin whispered, quietly.   “Suga.”   After replying to the group chat that he found Jimin, Yoongi informed the boy of who he was and where he was taking him. Truthfully, Yoongi found this to be incredibly boring and not worth his time, but this boy who somehow had gotten Jungkook attached, then he figured he’d participate. For now.  Jimin followed a few steps behind one of Jungkook’s model friends. This one was so beautiful it made you want to look away. He had straight white hair, dark eyes, and thin lips. His looked extremely bored to be doing this, so Jimin made sure to keep space between them.   The pair finally reached their location and met up with the others outside. Jimin was wrecked with guilt that Jungkook and all his friends were looking for him, probably for a long time. Reaching the front doors, Jungkook ran to Jimin, pulling him tightly into his arms. “Are you okay, baby. I was so worried about you. Don't you ever worry me like that again!” Jungkook scolded into Jimin’s shoulder. Jimin nodded his head up and down, so fast it was funny. “Yessir.”  Yoongi looked on with a shocked expression. He couldn't believe his eyes. There was Jungkook, bratty Jungkook who took years to even hug somebody, was embracing this kid without a second thought, and treating him like he was something special. This made Yoongi dislike the kid even more as he had somehow gotten Jungkook under his thumb.   -  Arriving at their shared apartment, the boys were strangely intrigued with the new addition to their group. Jungkook had Jimin cradled into his chest, one arm protectively slung across back.   The boy himself was half-asleep, sluggishly dragging his feet towards their destination. They opened the door, trailing after their leader, who took a seat in the middle of the couch. Everyone else took their places around him, except for Jungkook who led Jimin to his room to rest.   The rest of the boys waited a bit impatiently in the living room for Jungkook to arrive. Jungkook closed his bedroom door with a sigh, mentally preparing himself for the chain of questions sure to be directed at him once he entered.  He went to stand in front of his leader, both boys with hard looks on their faces. Namjoon went to open his mouth when Jungkook cut him off. "Before you say whatever you have in mind, I want to explain myself."   All the members, including their leader, looked shocked. They weren't used to seeing Jungkook like this, usually he became so defensive, he shut down and wouldn't talk to them for days, this time he was actually willing to explain himself.   "I want him to live with us!"  Everyone cried out in shock, some members even standing up to protest, but it was Namjoon's calm and collected face that sileneced them.  "And how is that a good idea?" Namjoon questioned pensively, as if he was actually considering the idea.  "You've heard his past, it's not like he's some ordinary teenager with parents who love him and a home to go to. He has no one. You've seen him, you've seen how he acts. Can you look me in the eye and tell me he would survive in foster care? He would be eaten alive in there! Before you start complaining, I know what we do may become a problem, but it isn't like the boy would ever rat on us. He's submissive to the core, knowing him, he'd probably still try to be friends with all you losers, even knowing you're gang leaders."  This shocked the rest of the boys into silence, all of them thinking about the situation calmly. Even Yoongi looked like he was considering it, the same Yoongi who only truly cared about himself.  The truth was, Jungkook was thinking about the rest of the boys when thinking about Jimin. He thought Jimin would be the perfect addition to their little family. Namjoon is so busy taking care of work and them that he has no time for himself, Jimin would focus and dote on him. Jin has been so cold for years, having a person like Jimin around to give him a glimpse of who he used to be would be refreshing. Hoseok was the comic relief of their group, but serious when needed, he could have Jimin as a partner in crime, someone in their sad little group that would bring laughter back into their lives. Taehyung was a little shit to be honest, and had been for a while. He's long forgotten what it means to be compassionate. And Yoongi, perhaps the worst of all of them. Jungkook hasn't seen Yoongi smile for years. He's so scared of loving people other than himself, and Jungkook can't see a future where Yoongi doesn't fall in love with Jimin, because who wouldn't.   "Alright." Namjoon commanded. "I've come to a decision."  "So can he stay?"   ***** Chapter 5 ***** Chapter Notes See the end of the chapter for notes "Yes." Namjoon broke into a grin at Jungkook's relieved cries.  "Thank you so much hyung you won't regret it, I promise. Oh my god, thank you so much I love youuuu." Jungkook peppered Namjoon's face with kisses as the other members laughed at seeing their baby maknae being so cute.  All except for Taehyung and Yoongi. Yoongi couldn't care less to be honest. As long as the tiny teenager wasn't a brat, it wasn't his problem. Taehyung however sulked on the end of the couch, not liking the cry baby stray his boyfriend had brought home. They didn't need anyone else, he thought. They had enough people as it was.  They only had a three-bedroom, two members sharing a room each, so Jimin would have to alternate between rooms.   The rest of the boys decided to go to sleep as well, Jungkook and Jin whose room Jimin was in, took the couch for the day, as to not upset the already fragile boy.  -  Jimin woke up to the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh sausage. He sniffed a bit, with his eyes still closed, before turning onto his side and stretching. He wearily opened his eyes, scratching his soft tummy as he swung his legs over the side of the bed.  He groggily walked over to the table of rowdy boys who stopped in their tracks after spotting the tiny boy.   "Hi hyungs! Thank you so much for letting me sleep at your house. I'm sorry I was so much trouble." Jimin flashed an adorable little kitten smile at the others as his cheeks reddened, leaving Namjoon cooing over the cutest member.   "He's so cute," Namjoon whispered awestruck, Seokjin swatting his arm, but the other members couldn't help but agree.  Breakfast continued on pretty uneventfully except for Hoseok spilling orange juice on Jungkook, getting some on Taehyung who smacked him on the back of his head and scowled, making their guest hide a smile.  -  Later that day, Jimin had found himself alone with Namjoon and Yoongi. Taehyung and Hoseok had gone out on a job, Jin had gone to get groceries, and Jungkook went to get a new laptop after Namjoon had somehow gotten another virus.   Jimin still felt a bit tense around the older men. Namjoon was quite scary, he had a natural authority to him that made Jimin a little cautious since he was known to bow to others' wills easily. Yoongi, on the other hand, was something else entirely. He seemed quiet and introverted but there was just something about the older boy that made Jimin fearful when he walked into a room.   Luckily, Yoongi was in his room listening to music, so that left Jimin making a sandwich in the kitchen with Namjoon reading quietly on the couch. Jimin peeked his head into the room, hands busy holding a plate. He was still a bit uncomfortable, but he figured his hyung was too busy reading a book to notice him.  He sat down on the other end of the plush couch, comfortably curling his legs under his body.  He had cut his sandwich into cute little triangles (with the crust off, of course). He distractedly nibbled on the side of his PB&J when the show on the TV finally caught his attention.   He audibly gulped at the kids show playing (coincidentally being the channel right under the one for Hoseok and Yoongi's favorite action movies), making Namjoon raise his head from his novel. Jimin began to feel a hot flush spread it's way down his neck and chest, his anxiety level rising fast.   The TV was playing an episode of one of the new children shows from Nickelodeon, Jimin didn't know much about it but he recognized the foreign name Wakazi-something, and the plot (a little boy and his pet dragon).  An action he usually used to calm down and de-stress was now making him extremely uncomfortable. It wouldn't be a problem, if only Namjoon-ssi wasn't sitting right next to him. If it was a nicer, softer-looking member, then maybe, but Namjoon terrified him and Jimin knew he would be made fun of.  Why you ask? Because watching a cute, colorful kid's show was one of the fastest way for Jimin to slip into little space.  To be fair, it was overly easy for Jimin to regress into his less worrisome headspace, considering his child-like, generous personality. However, Jimin knew after watching 5 minutes of this show, he'd be babbling in seconds.   As it turns out, Jimin didn't have time to save himself, the stress from the situation making him regress faster, and before he knew it, a pretty blush spread across his cheeks, his head tilting sweetly to the side, eyes big and curious. These changes may seem slight to others, but a person experienced in kink would recognize them immediately (which Jiminie thought Namjoon wasn't).   Unfortunately for Jimin, his hyung had always been sexually experimental. Pervertedness rising when he found his oppa kink in high school eventually growing into a profound Daddy kink. He'd found out in college (who would've known his roommate calling his boyfriend Daddy in bed would give him a huge hard on). The more he explored the kink, the more engrossed with the lifestyle he became, finding it to be a huge enjoyment to take care of littles. He could be fun and goofy Joonie-hyung one second and a strict Daddy the next,   Not one of his lovers was slightly submissive, however, each having profound kinks of their own actually, so he often went to BDSM clubs and gatherings to immerse himself in the kink. Regrettably, for the clueless little right next to him, Namjoon had quite a bit of experience, with littles especially ABDL's and DDLB's. He could transform into his more authoritative persona instantly.  People never gave him credit for how intelligent and observant he was, so when he saw the smaller boy tense up incredibly after finding out what was playing on the TV, he payed closer attention.  It took a couple minutes before a look of intense recognition flashed onto his face. Of course! How, hadn't he seen it before? Of course, the shy boy beside him was a little. Namjoon had already suspected he was a sub, but he couldn't believe he hadn't taken this as a possibility.  Taking a closer look at the boy, his doe-like eyes were glazed over, if Namjoon didn't know better he'd think the younger was tearing up, pink tongue creeping across the side of his pouty, parted lips. Body sunk even deeper into itself, trying to appear smaller, head tilted, neck beared, his thumb twitching from what Namjoon thought was a desire to suck.   A trail of spit slowly made it's way down his chin, and Namjoon's face instantly took on a softer expression.   "Here baby," he spoke, thumb wiping away the wetness on his face. His actions made the younger boy blush hotter, half-lidded eyes now fully focused on his hyung. "Hyungieee." Jimin giggled. "Minmin's h-hun'ry, 'll you make m' someting pweaseee."   Namjoon resisted cooing at the adorable dialect coming from the boy's mouth, but he needed to set some boundaries first. As much as he oculd, with the other being in such a vulnerable state.  "I don't think that's what you really want to call me, is it sweetheart?" Namjoon smirked.  Jimin sweetly covered his mouth with his pudgy fingers, shaking his head, cheeks almost as red as fresh strawberries.  Namjoon smiled, reaching to take one of Jimin's small wrists in his noticeably larger hands, tugging the boy forward so he was kneeling in front of Namjoon on the couch. "Say it for me, baby. C'mon I know you're dying to say it. Just say that word we both know you want to say, and I'll give you everything."   "D-," Jimin took a large breath, hands folding onto his lap, head bowing. "Daddy." He dropped his head further into his chest.  Namjoon pulled the smaller boy into his lap so the boy had his knees on either side of Namjoon's, straddling him. He instantly began whispering reassurances at the fragile boy, lovingly praising him.  Jimin was shaking slightly, but too little to care much about the humiliation of his situation, so he finally let into his instincts and tightly wrapped his arms around Namjoon's neck in a giant bear hug. The older boy's hand went to his waist as he began fervently whispering the word Daddy over and over again like a prayer.  He was so relieved, tears began sliding down the sides of his preciously chubby cheeks, as he hadn't let himself slip into little space for months. Distracted, however, the situation must've been just a bit much for the small boy, as Namjoon began to feel a warm wetness spread onto his lap.   Jimin gasped, lifting his tear-stricken face from Namjoon-hyung's warm shoulder. A flurry of hot, embaressed tears began streaming down his face, a shocked Namjoon trying to calm the younger boy as he wailed a mixture of "Daddy" and "s-sowwie". Namjoon was so busy trying to calm the humiliated little, he didn't even notice as the doorknob turned, the door creaking open as his best friend and fellow kink-mate walked in.  "Hey babe, I just finished getting us some groceries, can you believe how many rude cashiers work at the supermarket." Jin was caught off mid-chuckle, paper bags loudly dropping onto the floor.  "What the hell!" Chapter End Notes hey guys, so the cartoon mentioned is called Wallykasam. It's fairly new on Nickelodeon and super cute. So we have some wetting in this chapter but I don't want it to be taken as pornographic, it's more Jiminie was very stressed and little and couldn't help himself. And we have Seokjin arriving at the end, oh no! ***** Chapter 6 ***** Too busy crying into Namjoon's shoulder, Jimin didn't register the sound of the indignant voice coming from the entryway, but Namjoon sure as hell did.  Namjoon's fear-stricken eyes quickly fell upon an outraged Seokjin with grocery bags spilling around him on the floor. The situation must've registered with Seokjin as well, as he marched over to the younger boys, his gaze softening as he finally took in the whole scene.   His soft hand came up to rest on Jimin's hunched shoulder, the action scaring the boy almost off Namjoon's lap. His former position led him to be barely sitting on the tip of his hyung's knee, legs spread hazardly across Namjoon's.  Taking in his concerned hyung cupping the small of his back, and the eldest sending him a soft gaze, Jimin squeeked, a dark red blush spreading from his plump cheeks to his soft chest, exposed by the dip in his shirt.  Mind too incapacitated to form an actual response, Jimin began wailing, eyes wide open as high pitched "ah, ah, ah's"  left his mouth.   Jin shot a look at Namjoon before leaning over the couch and gripping the small boy's tiny fists into his hands. It seemed like he instantly understood the situation.  Jin had found power play in highschool. He liked to see his subs strung up and bound, so gone the only sounds coming from their swollen mouths are high pitched keens, begging for release. He liked to tease and degrade his sweet subs, but at the same time gave better after care than anyone else. He loved pet play, loved the humiliation of degrading a person into an animal. Loved the look in the other boy's eyes that lived to please him. Loved the trust it took for another person to let him take them there.  He loved seeing small boys covered in lace and silk, all pretty for him after a long day's work. Many would be surprised to hear his favorite color was pink because of the humiliated flush on a sub's face as he wore baby pink panties.  Perhaps, that was why he fit in so well with the rest of the boys. They were all in an open relationship, though deeply in love and attracted to one another, they were all very dominant in nature and though they might try, couldn't get off in playing the submissive role at all. And that was what it was to them, playing. This was why'd they been longing for a true submissive boy to complete their group. One that lived for getting on his knees for them  A pretty little toy to use and love.  The strong smell of urine knocked him out of the daydream he was having. He tried to communicate with Namjoon, but it seemed all the younger boy's attention was now focused on Jimin.  The boy was mid-cry, eyes strung tightly together. Jin felt for the poor boy, he couldn't imagine the embarrassmenthe was in. So he decided to take the initiative and fill in for the boy's dom, as that was who he clearly needed right now.  "Hey, hey pretty baby. There you are." Jin whispered softly as Jimin's puffy eyes focused on him.  "Tsk, you've been a very messy boy, huh." Jin teased.  Jimin had now stopped crying, choosing instead to act like a fetus and curl into a ball.  "Messy, messy baby, huh. That's why little-wittle boys like you need big strong Daddies to take care of them."   Jimin's was slowly raising his head, attention now fully on Seokjin.  "Good for you, that you have two Daddies right here. Aren't you lucky baby, yeah."  Jimin slowly nodded his head. Jin smiled, he'd taken to speaking to the smaller boy in a gentle tone (almost like how'd you speak to a small child or a puppy, as he figured Jimin had regressed a lot very, very fast. He didn't know if Jimin could even speak right now.)  "What are you upset about, my sweet boy?"  At this question, Jimin noticeably tensed, eyes tearing up again.  "Is it because Jimin thinks he's been a bad boy?"  Jimin relaxed a little bit, nodding.  "Oh, Daddy's so sad you feel that way pretty boy. How could Daddy's precious baby be bad, huh." Jimin broke into high-pitched giggles as Seokjin and Namjoon attacked him with the Tickle Monster.  "Can Daddy tell you a secret my darling?"  At this, Jimin was now fully entrapped in Jin's words, nodding quickly, eyes twinkling.  "Little boys are supposed to make messes." Jimin gasped. "That's why they have Daddies, 'cuz they need sommeone to clean up there little messes."  Jimin nodded his head.  "Dat, dat's right Daddy. Jwiminie's a wittle baby s-so he can' help it."  "Mhm." Namjoon cut in.  "So what do you say, precious Jiminie. Do you want Daddies to give you a bath, hm. Clean you up so you're squeeky clean."  Jimin giggled once again slipping his thumb back in his mouth. "Des Daddyyyyy."  Jin laughed at the sight of the adorable baby boy in front of him.  He had missed having someone he could take care of. He needed it actually, they all did. He was only afraid that a few minutes with the adorable Jimin would make him never want to let him go (although he suspected he was already wrapped around the boy's finger.)  -  Taehyung and Hoseok had just gotten back from their newest job.  The target was simple. Infiltrate Choi Minyoo's 3-story family home at dusk. He'd already copied the elder's finger-print to be able to enter the security gates enforced around the estate. Hoseok fed the two Dobermans while he gave them a shot of tranquilizer. They then quietly entered the house, walking up the stairs normally.  Most people in their line of work take extra measures not to be heard but V and J-hope were known for their silence. It was said that Taehyung and Hoseok could walk into your bedroom, without you ever noticing a thing.  It was for this reason Hoseok was glad of Taehyung's expertise so to speak. Although he could move without being heard, killing was a different story. Taehyung could rip out a man's intestines through his mouth without a sound ever being uttered.  They both would take pleasure out of killing this one. Choi Minyoo lived a seemingly normal life, like almost all of the people like him. It was his daughter that called him in actually. She luckily had a friend they'd worked with before so they considered this a favor, free of charge.  Choi ran an extensive underground pedophilic sex ring, in the process of distributing and making pornographic movies, and the selling of minors.   Taehyung pulled out the short dagger in his boot, smirking.   This was going to be bloody.  -  Not-surprisingly it only took Taehyung about 20 minutes to get the job done, positioning the body as a suicide afterwards.   Meanwhile, Hoseok had spent the 20 minutes in the house's grand kitchen, calmly eating an apple.  Although they were mostly silent on the way home, Hoseok appreciated that Taehyung let him hold his hand throughout the car ride, the boy usually detested any form of physical affection.  They were quite the unpredictable couple.   Most people found a 6-way open relationship odd, but the circumstances that brought them together had binded them for life.  Hoseok first met Taehyung at an orphanage for "troubled boys."   The madame used to beat them for the slightest infraction, whether it be scuffing the pristine floor with their shoes or crumbs discovered on their mouths after they'd been withheld food.   It wasn't bad though, the treatment was heavenly compared to what they'd both been through.   The then 12 year old mother-less Taehyung had worked in the circus his uncle founded. He was whipped daily and generally treated like the animals they often parraded.   To them, he was an animal. A filthy, rotten, barely-human thing they were inconvenienced  with.   It was with luck he'd managed to escape, only to be found on the side of the road stealing food from an underground cop.   It wasn't his fault. He was hungry.  And the then 13 year old Hoseok wouldn't be caught dead with a smile. The once cheerful boy had been suffering for too many years.   He had been not only beaten but molested by his step-father daily, since he was 6 years old. He couldn't wait for the day he'd grow bigger and stronger, which turned out to be on his 10th birthday.  When his step-father ordered him to make him food, he slipped some sleeping pills into his milk and ran off without a single belonging.  Back then, Taehyung was never seen without a younger Jungkook at least one step behind him.   The younger boy he'd met in the orphanage a couple years back and they gladly welcomed Hoseok into their group of misfits.  There was an older boy, Seokjin, that often took care of all of them, so he was also included.  They heard his whole family burned in a fire when he was a baby, and had been practically raised in the orphanage.  It wasn't a hard decision to include clumsy Namjoon.  The way he pined and followed Seokjin everywhere he went, you'd think he'd known him for years.  They were a bit hesitant to befriend Yoongi though, a boy Namjoon actually knew for years.  Namjoon and Yoongi grew up on the same block of an incredibly poor neighborhood, houses so bare and dirty they looked like shacks. Namjoon idolized Yoongi as a child, often referring to the older as his big brother.  This was why, when Yoongi turned to dealing drugs as a way of getting by, Namjoon was soon to follow. It wasn't until Namjoon almost got shot on a run, that Yoongi decided to get clean and get them both out of there.  And so they all eventually ended up together, their skills now used as highly- acclaimed assassins, living the good life in the center of Seoul.     Hey guys, so here's the new chapter. Also if you noticed, I said V and Jhope when they were on the job and then went to their real names after. You can come scream at me on my ask_fm or my tumblr. Pls pls comment, maybe you'l get faster updates ;D ***** Chapter 7 ***** Chapter Notes welp guys, i'm so so so sorry this took so long to upload, editing it was a bitch, and it's still not the way I want it to be, but I really wanted to post it. So here you guys go XD. There hasn't been any smut for a while, so I'm thinking next chapter will be Jimin setting the rules with everyone and then some smutty good times. Also, you guys can totally request scenarios for the story in the comments, like if you wanna see Minjoon and thigh highs, or Yoonmin with teacher kink, just lmk. The best place to do that is my askfm tho, it's jungkookk so pls check that out, my tumblr as well, it's littlechimx2. I really want to do like updates but i don't know where like if it's been a while just to let you guys know i'm not dead lol or a teaser for the next chapter. I'm also thinking of writing a Jiminxot7 omega au where like everyones an alpha except jimin and he goes into heat and theres alot of fucking + he wears dresses, so lmk again, and i hope you enjoy. love you guys; See the end of the chapter for more notes "Hello" Hoseok called from the kitchen table, Taehyung right behind him.  "Anyone home?" He remembered Namjoon and Yoongi staying in, the latter probably still holed up in his room, while Jin and Jungkook had gone out.  He didn't hear anything in the hallway, which was weird for such a lively household, so he motioned Taehyung to follow him into the rooms.  "Did anyone text you about going out?"   "No, but isn't Jimin supposed to be home." Taehyung cocked his head.   They began poking their heads in the bedrooms; excluding Yoongi's because they didn't want to die today, when they heard a faint noise coming from the main bathroom with the jacuzzi tub.  Hoseok and Taehyung looked at each other confused before it dawned on them someone was probably fucking in the shower.   The boys were in a more teasing mood, so they poked their head in to see what was going on. The sight that greeted them made them freeze in place.  "An' an' the duckie go quackquack quack, an' da cow go mooooo, an' an' the puppy go ruffruff." Jimin giggled acting out each animals' sounds in the bathtub. Jin was overwhelmed with emotion at seeing such cuteness in front of him while Namjoon was bent over laughing.  The sound of Jimin's tinkling laughter made the two boys snap out of whatever trance they were in, Hoseok putting a hand on Taehyung's chest to stop him from barging in. Hoseok nodded vehemently at Taehyung to keep quiet, Taehyung with a questioning look on his face, was about to storm into the room.  "An' an' dis is Daddy Seokjinnie an' dis is Daddy Joonie. Dey takes care of Minnie when he weally, weally little."  Namjoon burst into laughter once again at seeing Jimin holding a puppy (himself), a barbie doll (Jin?), and a monster inc. Toy (him).   Jin shook his head, frowning but still amused at the little boy's antics, when he heard a loud crashing noise behind him.  "I can't fucking believe this! What the fuck Jin. You're a grown ass man, Namjoon too. Why are you treating this kid like he's worth something. He's worth shit, he's garbage what the fuck." Taehyung's voice got louder the nearer he got to the bath tub. "And you. What the fuck do you think you're doing kid. Who the fuck do you think you are. Think you can bat those pretty eyes and fake a few tears and have all these powerful men wrapped around your finger, well guess what sunshine, I see right fucking through you. Everyone else may believe your bullshit, but don't for a second think I'm one of those fools." With that, Taehyung burst out the door, presumably into his room.   Hoseok was in the doorway not knowing what to do, shooting confused looks to Jin and Namjoon before deciding to go after Taehyung.  Both boys then focused their attention on Jimin who was now in the corner of the tub, huddled as small as possible with his hair covering his eyes.   All the commotion must've woken Yoongi, who got up out of his room at that moment, heading straight for the bathroom. He paused in the doorway when he saw the small boy in the tub surrounded by a concerned Namjoon and Seokjin, just in time to hear Jimin speak in what must've been the saddest and meekest voice he's ever heard.  "Seokjinnie-hyung, Joonie-hyung, Jimin is sorry for all the problems he gives you. He knows he's really ugly looking and really fat and too loud and too little. Jimin won't be baby Jimin in front of you anymore. He'd like to say this has been the happiest he's been in probably forever, but he knows Jinnie and Joonie won't wana be Jimin's Daddy anymore. He's sorry." Jimin whispered the last part.  Oh god,Yoongi thought, Taehyung fucked up big time.No matter the feelings he'd held for the little boy before, which weren't much, he recognized Seokjin and Namjoon not knowing what to do in this situation so he stepped in (and maybe his heart hurt just a little seeing the small boy look so broken).  He recognized that look on Jimin's face more than he recognized his own hand. He was shutting down. Seokjin and Namjoon knew how to take care of emotional littles, where he did not. They knew how to quiet them down, to hug them, to wipe their face, to soothe them. But they didn't know how to handle this situation.   This was a face of a boy who had just about given up. Who had skipped past the screaming and the wailing and the being emotionally vulnerable. He now was like a statue, unmoving, unfeeling, self-protection in it's highest form. Yoongi knew the only way to get him out of it was to be with him, help him in the most non aggressive way possible. Soothe him without actually touching him, so he knows someone cared for him even like this.   "Come here Jimin."  Yoongi calmly walked over and scooped the light boy into his arms like he would a bride.  He carried Jimin into his room, neither caring about the boy's naked state at the moment. He laid Jimin on his bed and got an oversized sweater from his closet and some clean briefs.   He quietly dressed the boy, before slipping behind him on the bed. Both staring up into the ceiling as they laid together in silence.  -  The next morning Jimin still hadn't woken up, but the others were all gathered in the kitchen eating breakfast, sans Taehyung and Hoseok. Jungkook had been informed of what happened last night but he was still asking questions,  "So... he's a little" At everyone's nod, he continued.  "So, he's like a little kid?"  "No, well yes. Well, he's still a sub, DDLB is a sub-group of BDSM. Basically a little is a consenting adult who finds pleasure in regressing into a child-like state of mind. That's called little space, quite similar to sub space. This regression allows the little to clear their mind and not have to worry about anything adult-related, it's very relaxing."  "But, what do you get out of it?"  "It's the same kind of felling a Dom gets when taking care of their sub. We'd be his Daddies in this situation, although we haven't set any rules yet, last night was kind of an emergency. He regressed really little so we had to take care of him or he could've accidently hurt himself. We get pleasure from taking care of another person, from being able to help them where no one else can, from having them rely on us completely. You should try it out, I think you'd like it." Seokjin finished.  "As you know, however, Jimin isn't an adult, he's still 16. So we need to talk about relationship boundaries and limits."  "And Taehyung, what happened to him last night?"  "Well, Kookie." Jin sent him a small smile. "As you know, Taehyung is very protective over you, he still sometimes sees you as the kid from the orphanage he needs to protect. That's why seeing you so enamored with Jimin, probably set him off."  "I was actually about to go talk to him." Jin finished with a sweet smile. "When the little boy wakes up, make sure to give him extra chocolate sauce on his waffles." He winked, then walked away.  "So." Yoongi turned to Namjoon. "What's he like when little?"  Namjoon chuckled. "He's literally the cutest thing I've ever seen. We gave him a bath, and he started acting out a play with some bath toys, it was amazing...  As Namjoon was talking, Jin opened the door to Taehyung's room to see him and Hoseok in the middle of a conversation.  "Have you stopped sulking like a toddler." Jin joked, half-serious.  Taehyung pouted at him from the bed, while Hoseok laughed.  "No, he's gotten better."   "Now, what about Jimin made you dislike him so much. I know you saw how much you hurt him."  "He doesn't deserve us." Taehyung burst out, surprising both Jin and Hoseok.  Before either could utter a word, Taehyung continued speaking.   "You, you fucking saw him. He's... the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, probably ever will see." He laughed bitterly.  "We've been through so much shit, god, the thing's we've done, seen, the horrors we experience daily. And the worst part is I was just like him, innocent, impressionable, naïve. The minute one of our tainted hands touch his porcelain skin he'll be tainted, broken."  "Taehyungie-" Jin whispered, a soft look on his face.  "God, and he's little." Taehyung groaned. "So fucking little, Jesus Christ. Don't tell me the thought of him calling you Daddy doesn't get your dick wet."  "And don't tell me the thought of him as our baby doesn't make your heart melt." Jin countered stubbornly.  "He's so young Taehyung" Jin started.  "We're young too." He shouted.  "The first time I had sex I was 12, middle school Seokjin, middle school! Hoseok was even younger."  "You know with all the shit we've been through, Domming gives us a huge relief, being on the opposite side of the situation, having the control for once. We all needed that, the same way I think he needs to submit."  "Well, even then, did you notice his fucking face after you compared him to trash." Jin shouted back, and when he cursed, you know things were getting serious.  "Fuck, I know." Taehyung whispered. "I know."  -  Jimin had woken up in little space no matter how much he tried to push out of it, it was his body's natural response to try and recuperate after he'd been in a lot of stress.  He was still upset though, that hadn't changed even after he regressed to a younger age. So now, he was like an upset baby, which was just great!  He was super embarrassed to see the others, but didn't think twice about leaving the room in just a big sweater and underwear. He walked hesitantly to the dining room with his thumb in his mouth, pausing just after the doorway.   Namjoon was the first one to notice him, shooting him a warm smile. "Hi sweetie, why don't you take a seat and have some breakfast."  He walked further into the room, all the members attention on him now.   Jungkook shot him a smile, Namjoon waved shyly, and Yoongi's expression remained the same. Despite Yoongi's stoic expression, Jimin felt a pull to him so he walked over to the end of the table and gently straddled Yoongi's lap, arms wrapping around his neck, head tucking into his shoulder. If Yoongi was surprised at all, he didn't show it, calmly eating his cereal.  Namjoon, and Jungkook, however were dumbstruck, Namjoon even had his mouth hanging open. Jungkook whispered a how did you get him to trust you to Yoongi, to which he didn't respond,  He, instead, talked softly to the boy on his lap.  "What do you want for breakfast honey?"  "Mmm." Jimin took his thumb out of his mouth to talk. "I wan' a bo'll'."  Yoongi chuckled, smoothly picking the light boy up. "You want a bottle baby. Hyung's sorry he doesn't have any baby bottles but instead he can feed you milk and cereal."  Jimin pouted for a moment, then proceeded to respond with "wha' kind?"  "We have the pretty leprechaun one with marshmallows."  "MARSHMALLOWS!" Jimin squealed, head lifting from his shoulder to face the rest of the boys.  "Does Koookie-hyung like marshmellows. Jiminie like marshmallows, they, they really swee'."   Jungkook chuckled. "I bet they are baby, why doesn't Yoongs hold you while hyung makes you cereal.  "Yayyyy." Jimin now had the brightest smile on his face. Yoongi considered it a job accomplished. Chapter End Notes whewee did this take a long time to write, i wanted to make a lengthier chapter for you guys so do you want like short chapters with fast updates or long chapters with a little bit slower updates, anyway pls comment and show your love xoxo gossip grl (lol no it's vminkookie) ***** Chapter 8 ***** Chapter Notes hey guys, so i finally got out this monster chapter 6,000 words i cant even believe it anyway thank you so much for the support and your comments and feel free to comment shipping requests and scenarios in the comments or my tumblr, the story is still fairly new so i can fit everything in. i hope you guys like this one ;) Squealing, Jimin only clutched tighter to his Hyung as he was spun around and around in his arms. Jungkook laughed as the smaller boy's legs tightened around his waist, chubby fingers grasping at neck. It may have been an odd sight to see, a teenaged boy being spun around by another teenager in a public park meant for children, for that reason Jungkook had paid the management to rent out the building's playground for about 2 hours. It had been a joyous surprise for Jimin, only Jungkook taking him down initially, soon to be joined by Hoseok and Namjoon. Taehyung had stayed upstairs, hesitant to show his face to Jimin so soon after the incident. He was lucky that in little space, Jimin had a very short term memory, so all his attention was now focused on Jungkook and the park. Rather, he wasn't thinking of Taehyung and his mean words. Jin and Yoongi had left for a job around noon. Namjoon was guessing it was an undercover op., seeing as Yoongi and Jin were very good at seeming pretty and docile…. Until they got you alone, where they would show how wicked their smiles could be. How nice those pretty hands could hold a knife against your throat. Earlier that day, after breakfast, Jin had taken the liberty of dressing the small boy in opaque black leggings, and a pale blue oversized sweater, detailed with a tiny rainbow paper-plane over the word 'flying' written in English, and rainbow patches around the elbows. Jimin had unknowingly slipped out of little space the more he played at the park. This was quite unusual as he'd suspected playing in a playground would just thrust him further into his relaxing mindset. Nevertheless, he still enjoyed playing and having fun with his Hyungs; you don't have to be little to enjoy playing and other stereotypical "little" things. He and Jungkook were having a great time laughing wildly to themselves as they drew pictures into the soft sand. Unbeknownst to them, a determined Taehyung had entered the playground after being cleared by security. He had spent hours forming an apology in his mind to their youngest guest, and deemed it ready to be spoken out loud. He spotted Jimin and Jungkook playing close to the swings and headed over. "Jimin-ssi." Taehyung spoke with a soft, worried tone. Jungkook looked up defensively, while Jimin had a more open look to his face. "Can we talk?" "No, you cannot talk with hi¾" "Sure, Taehyung-ssi. Let's go sit at the benches." Jungkook sat with his mouth wide open as Jimin stood up to take Taehyung's hand and walk him over to the benches himself. Perhaps he had recognized the desperate look on Taehyung's face or maybe he was just a truly forgiving soul. "What do you have on your mind Taehyung-ssi?" Jimin said with a sweet smile. Taehyung looked down at his lap, with his own grateful smile. "The things I said before." He took a long breath. "They aren’¾, none of them are true Jimin- ah. I find myself to be completely enraptured by you, and that terrifies me. It's like you've put me under a spell where I'm on a crash course to falling in love with you. Which is completely crazy, because I've only just met you, and already I dream of a future with you. I feel myself wanting to take care of you, which is rare." Taehyung looked straight into Jimin's eyes with a binding gaze. "If you didn't know, me and Kookie are orphans. My parents may still be alive, but they're dead to me. They left me on my uncle's doorstep when I was 3 years old, and ran off together.” “My uncle was a cruel man, he fed me one meal a day; a small portion of rice at that, and withheld food if he deemed I'd "misbehaved". "Misbehaving" to him was flinching as his hand slapped my face, or crying in fear as the mice and various other rodents scurried across my bed. And my “bed”, it could barely be called a bed, was a small gathering of newspapers I had strung together on the floor. My "blanket" was the clothes I had on me that day. I started working for his circus when I was 6 years old, first cleaning the animal feces and feeding the performing animals. Due to his restrictive feedings, I had to get nourishment by eating animal gruel, praying I didn't get caught as that would mean a whipping with his belt. “ “The biggest punishment I'd ever gotten was perhaps when I set free an old Golden Retriever. He had been with my uncle for about 20 years, and was still paraded in the main show. Nothing could mistake the pain in his old, tires eyes, so it wasn't a hard decision to let him out of his cage. For that, my uncle had wrenched one of the bars off the old dog's cage and beat me with it. After he was finished, I was left with 4 broken ribs, a broken left arm, a broken jaw, split lip, and a bruised spine. That was the day I decided to run away. I took nothing with me but the clothes on my back, and fled to the busy streets of Seoul. For that maybe, I am like my parents, as we had both fled from lives we deemed below us." Taehyung's words had turned Jimin into a mess of silent tears. As he finished speaking Jimin tackled him into a fierce hug, wrapping his legs and arms around the older boy. He nodded at Taehyung's neck, whispering hot words into Taehyung's ear. "You'll never go through that again. I'll never let that happen to you. Words can't express how regretful I feel at the hardships you've been through, but I'll never let you think of it again. I'll never let you relive your past, you'll have a wonderful future with me and the boys. Your life will be filled with nothing but exceedingly bright happiness. I'll love you so hard, you won't be able to think straight. I'm sorry Taehyungie. I'm so sorry." Jimin was now full on sobbing into Taehyung's neck, while Taehyung himself had silent tears rolling down his cheeks. "There's nothing but happiness for us in the future, baby. There has to be." He smiled into Jimin's neck. - “Why Jiminie, might I say you look quite dapper in your outfit today.” Jin said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. This had Jimin bursting out into a fit of giggles. “That’s because you dressed me today Jin-hyung.” “Why, yes I did.” Yoongi snorted, coming up to Jimin to wrap an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t listen to a word he says, kid. Your Jin-hyung is full of bullshit. Him sounding like a cheesy spokesperson from the American 20s was just to get your attention.” “’Cuz we all want your attention, precious Jiminie.” Said Hoseok. Jimin brought up a hand to cover his growing grin. They were all walking through the park next to their building. After Jin and Yoongi had gotten back, everyone met up to go for a picnic. The boys found that Big Jimin’s presence was just as cute as little Jimin. As they all sat gathered on a checkered red and white picnic blanket, Namjoon thought it appropriate to bring up the rules of their relationship. “So Jiminie, as you know, we’re all in a relationship with each other. Yes, we are 6 men living with each other and dating each other. And yes, we have sex with each other as well, obviously.” Jimin became quite shy as Namjoon started speaking, opting to sit with his knees brought up to his chest so he could hide his face if he wanted. “So, do you like, have… sex, like with each other, like all together.” The pink tint on Jimin’s face was now a furious red. Hoseok and Taehyung burst out in to raucous laughter, while Namjoon was blushing himself. Jin just kept eating casually, as if Jimin wasn’t about to die from embarrassment. And Yoongi… Yoongi seemed not affected at all, he just stared back at Namjoon with cold, professional eyes. Namjoon coughed. “Well, uh, you know, once ortwice we’ve uh, done it, all together.” His ears turned bright red as well. To this, Yoongi smirked. “Done it. You make it sound as if we’re pre-pubescent girls sharing stories of our first kiss. The answer to your question, dear Jiminie, is yes, we’ve done it.We do itall the time. Namjoon and Jin, Jungkook and Tae, me and Seok, sometimes we do threesomes, foursomes, and we’ve had sex with everyone a couple of times.” Yoongi’s words might’ve sounded cold or taunting to someone else, but Jimin knew that it was just his personality. “So, um, as you know.” Jimin’s blush might’ve gotten that much brighter. “I’m 16, and obviously, an um little. I uh, I’ve always enjoyed cute things, and I’ve found myself drawn to, I guess more girly things than other kids. I would always play dress up with Barbies and husband-wife with my friends, except I’d always be the wife. Other kids have mocked and made fun of me all my life, you know, so I just learned to get used to it.” “I got kicked out of my house, so I live in my car. And to be honest, life has never really seemed worth living until I met you guys. So, I know I’m annoying, and I know it’s hard having to stare at someone as ugly as me, but please, please. You don’t know how much it means to me, the kindness you’ve shown me already. I know what you do, I’ve accepted it, the only thing is I hear your work, and I could never imagine you doing it.” “Well, you’re one to talk on appearances Jiminie.” Seokjin had a kind, albeit slightly sad smile. “You’re nothing like what you seem. At first, people may think you pretentious, or attention-seeking, for the way you drape yourself over anyone around you. That’s the opposite though. You’re just a tired boy, whose had an extraordinarily hard life, who just so happens to find release in regressing to a younger age. An age where you don’t have to worry about what the future holds, about pleasing others, or even yourself.” “I know you’re 16 Jimin. Jungkookie is 16 as well. That doesn’t change who you are. I’m not going to stand here and preach for you to not trust older men, but we’re an exception. No, I’m not going to do that. But, I think we can all agree that our extraordinary lives call for extraordinary circumstances, and who is a normal person to say what we can and cannot do amongst ourselves.” “So, um…” Taehyung cut in with a cheeky smile. “Are you going to call us Daddy or what?” Everyone burst out into sudden laughter. - After talking with Jimin, the group decoded that, when in little space, he would call them “Daddy” followed by a name or nickname, in the same way he’d call them Yoongi-hyung, or Jin-hyung, Jimin would call them “Daddy Yoonie” or “Daddy Jinnie”. Jimin was currently with Namjoon and Jin. After talking about their serious issues, or “yucky Daddy stuff” as little Jimin would call it, Jin had volunteered (more like jumped at the opportunity) to take Jimin shopping. Namjoon decided to tag along just in case Jimin slipped into little space and Jin couldn’t handle it, (or he just wanted to spend time with Jiminie.) Namjoon decided to take his own car, since he was the designated driver and only he could drive his car, a 2014 Maserati_Ghibli S Q4 in Grigio Maratea (fancy speak for grey). It probably cost more than Jimin’s entire life’s worth, so he was confident in saying he’d never voluntarily be behind the wheel. Namjoon soon regretted the idea of driving, however, when Jin went to sit in the back, more like cuddle, with Jimin. He wasn’t upset that Jin had chosen Jimin over him, he would choose Jimin over anyone, any day, but that he didn’t think of sitting in the backseat with Jimin first. He seemed like a schoolgirl when thinking how he could have deep conversations with Jimin while Jin was driving, or even the younger falling asleep on his shoulder. If he was a school girl, he would squeal. But he’s manly man Kim Namjoon, king of all men, Rap Monster, you’d never hear a squeal out of him. Maybe for Jimin though, scratch that, definitely for Jimin. His thoughts had come true, as Jimin had fallen asleep in the backseat, head resting on Seokjin’s shoulder as the elder took a million selfies with the smaller boy. “Get up pabo.” He flicked Jin in the forehead as he got out of the car. Opening the backseat door, he was much gentler waking a sleeping Jimin up.  “Wake up sweetheart.” He scooped Jimin up into his arms from the backseat so one arm across Jimin’s back while the other was under his butt. “Joonie-hyung.” Jimin sleepily muttered from Namjoon’s shoulder. “Cuuuuute.” Jin swooned behind them, if he was an anime character, he’d have heart eyes right now. Jimin wasn’t even in little space and his Hyungs were still all over him. They were at 가든_파이브 (Garden 5), one of the biggest shopping malls in Gangnam, or Seoul for that matter. Jimin liked it especially because it had a lot of cute boutiques, he also liked to look through all the big department stores. It may have been going through a lot of construction right now, but most of the shops were still open along with the amenities. They first stopped by the large bookstore to browse their selection of books and get a snack from the small café inside. Jimin himself was wearing a thick,  oversized (what else?) red and yellow turtleneck sweater, black skinny jeans, and a comfy black beanie. Entering the bookstore, similar to the American Barnes & Noble, Namjoon chose to browse the books, while Jimin went straight for the sweets, with Jin following. “What do you want, sweetheart?” Jin said, scrolling through his Twitter feed. A gangster having a Twitter feed, you ask? Why yes, Jin had to keep up with the common folk somehow. Also, he wanted to see how many likes his car selfie with a sleeping Jimin got. Jimin made a hmm sound as he furrowed his brows and tapped a finger to his chin, looking at the menu. He pulled Seokjin by the hand to the cash register, greeting the cashier with a smile so sweet it could rival the baked goods in front of him. Even the cashier, a young girl maybe in her mid-twenties, seemed star struck by Jimin. Stumbling over her words, the girl got herself together and greeted Jimin and Jin to the store. “Yes, I would like the double chocolate chocolate-chip muffin, the lemon zest muffin, 2 party cake pops, a vanilla bean cake pop, a green plum tea, an iced, raspberry and barley tea, and a café mocha. Thank you so much!” The young girl seemed to be stuck in a fog, as if she was blinded by Jimin’s smile. Jin rolled his eyes and handed her a don of 100,000 won ($100). When the woman began sputtering that it was too much, Jin simply waved her off to ‘keep the change’ and pulled Jimin over to a booth. Jimin was blind to Jin’s defensive mood. “Ah, you know what I want to get Hyung? Ooh I want to change my hair, what do you think about pink, Hyung. Isn’t that so, so, so cute.” Jimin giggled. Jin smiled endearingly at the young boy. “I think you would look even more beautiful with pink hair, my dear. If that’s even possible.” Jin’s poorly accented “my dear” in English had Jimin, yet again, bursting into laughter. Meanwhile, Namjoon had gotten back from purchasing his books so the three of them went out to the clothing section. Jimin took action and pulled both Namjoon and Jin by the hand to different clothing stands. They spent about an hour in the department store. It was mainly Jin pulling a giggling Jimin to try on a variety of different oversized clothes while a tired Namjoon carried the bags. Namjoon was currently sitting on the bench outside one of the many changing rooms, scrolling through his phone with his right ankle resting on his left knee, overall, looking like a dad. Jin was in the dressing room with Jimin. When the shop attendant tried to separate Jin and Jimin, Jin had argued for a good 10 minutes before requesting the manager, when the attendant just decided to let them be. Jin was currently pulling a large brown knit sweater over Jimin’s head. He then pulled the sleeves through each of Jimin’s arms. Maybe it was the soft texture of the sweater or maybe it was the way Seokjin was caring for him, but before he knew it, Jimin was in little space. Jimin ducked his head shyly, shaking his head, as he fisted the fabric of the sweater in his small hands. “Daddy Jinnieeee. Minmin hun’ry.” A cute pout formed on the adorable boy’s face. Seokjin merely chuckled. “Oh, is that so. Did Daddy Jinnie forget to ask his little baby if he was hungry.” Jimin giggled again, before looking at Jin with a mock-serious expression. ‘Ye’ he did.” Jimin shook his head pouting. “Bad Daddy!” Jimin then lightly tapped Jin’s arm. Seokjin couldn’t help but laugh. He was guessing the light tap Jimin had delivered to his arm was his ‘punishment’. He then scooped up the smaller boy in his arms as if he weighed less than a feather. “It seems my baby is sick!” Jin looked at Jimin seriously. “He has a disease. Oh, no. What should we do Joonie.” They had now reached Namjoon outside, clothing forgotten in the dressing room. Namjoon soon caught on to what Jin was trying to play with Jimin. “He doesn’t looksick.” Namjoon stretched out the word ‘look’. “He doesn’t feel sick.” Jin did the same with ‘feel’. “Minmin not sick.” Jimin said with a profound pout and a shake to the head. “Are you sure, baby?” Jin said, putting Jimin down in-between him and Namjoon on the bench. “Because Daddy could’ve sworn you had pouty-ites.” “You’re right, Seokjin. I should’ve known.” Namjoon said with a mock gasp. “W-wait. P-potty-ites. W’as dat. Is Minmin sick.” Jimin looked at his caregivers worriedly. “I heard pouty-ites is when little boys or girls forget that their Daddy is supposed to be in charge, not the other way around.” Jin said with a knowing glint in his eye. “And I know just the cure.” Namjoon had a big grin on his face. “What! W’as da cure?” Jimin bounced on top of Jin’s lap. Seokjin and Namjoon both looked at each other for a moment before saying “THE TICKLE MONSTER!” “Ahhhhhhhh-hahaha,no-nnno Da-ddy haha Jin-nie, no ha Daddy Joon ha. AHhhhhhhh, n-not the haha tickle mons-ha –ter. Namjoon and Seokjin both erupted into laughter at the sight of the wriggling boy between them, neither caring for the judgmental looks they were receiving by people passing by. After the little boy was effectively worn out, Namjoon slung him over his back and carried him to the car, teasingly telling Jin it was his turn to hold the bags. He lovingly tucked Jimin into the backseat, giving him at least 10 kisses and buckling his seatbelt. Jin wasn’t one to miss out, so he surpassed Namjoon by giving Jimin no less than 15 kisses, as well as a smirk while walking to the passenger’s seat. Jin slowly fell asleep to the soft music playing over the stereo. Namjoon couldn’t help but smile at the two boys he loved, and more waiting at home. - When Namjoon got home, he woke up a sleeping Jimin and Jin, choosing to leave the purchases until later. What Jimin didn’t know was that they’d both gotten other, more adult things for him while he wasn’t looking, like lingerie, stockings, etc. Namjoon and Jin decided it was time for dinner, already being evening, so they called the rest of the boys over to eat. Namjoon and Jin obviously got to sit next to Jimin since they were their first, while the other members pouted but quickly became happy at the sight of Jimin’s puffy, sleepy face. Jin had made delicious sundubu-jjigae or spicy Korean tofu stew, one of Jimin’s favorites. It may have seemed like they all favored Jimin over each other, which was true to an extent. Jimin just had this natural aura to him that made you want to protect him and coddle him and make sure nothing bad ever happened to him. Jungkook, who was sitting straight across from Jimin but got up to make his own plate, pored a bit of stew into a noticeably smaller bowl than the ones everyone else was using. It was a cute lime green squared bowl, with an orange dinosaur on an island. They had bought a set of it after finding out about Jimin’s immense love for dinosaurs. Jungkook spooned some stew into Jimin’s bowl, grinning at the little boy’s wide eyes and grabby hands. He laid down the bowl with one hand, the other smoothing down Jimin’s hair as he flashed Jungkook the most adorable eye smile. While Jungkook sat down, Jin grabbed one of Jimin’s many baby boy spoons out of the cupboard. The one he chose for today was a blue spoon, with lighter blue spots on it. When shopping for Jimin’s little supplies, they mainly chose girl-themed items, but Jimin seemed to be in a boy-themed mood today, which either way was more than fine with everyone. They loved Jimin in all the shapes and colors he came in. Jin scooped up some stew into the spoon, before whirring it around Jimin’s head. “Bzz-bzz here comes the airplane, is Minmin ready?” Jimin giggled opening his mouth wide, eyes twinkling. “Whoosh, whoosh here it comes.” And with that, Jin slid the ‘airplane’ into Jimin’s mouth. Jin mentally slapped himself, however, for forgetting to get Jimin bibs, as the way the messy boy ate got liquid stew and chunks of meat all-over his clothes. It was fine though. Namjoon smiled indulgingly at Jimin, as he fed him the next few “airplanes.” Jin had to remind everyone to eat, as their attention was solely focused on Jimin, who was in his own world with Namjoon and airplanes. Even ice-queen Yoongi had a small smile on his face watching their baby boy. Jin figured Jimin could melt even the coldest of hearts just by being in their presence. - After a very, verymessy dinner, Jin scooped Jimin up into his arms to take him down for bath time. Namjoon followed the two giggling boys, stopping by the linen closet to get Jimin's bath supplies; a yellow and orange spotted Giraffetowel (Jimin's favorite animal), Johnson & Johnson's Head-To-Toe Baby Body Wash, which they used to wash Jimin's body and hair, and finally, the new Easter Lush bath bomb, the Chick 'n' Mix was an assortment of mainly yellow and blue colored bubbles, eventually turning green. It was Jimin's favorite because he loved to watch the colors transition. Jin jokingly ran into the bathroom as if Namjoon was chasing them. Namjoon was quick to follow,twirling his pretend mustache and speaking in a deep voice. "I'll get you one day Seokjin, and your pretty little boy too." Jimin squealed at this, bright laughter coming out of him like fresh waves as he managed a "'m not a baby" to Namjoon. Namjoon raised his eyebrows to Jimin while Jin sat him down as he turned on the bath tub. "You're right. Guess what? You're not a baby, you're ourbaby. Our special little boy." Jimin once again erupted into squeeky giggles, pulling Jin closer by the neck into a tight bear hug, his hot breath laughing on Jin's shoulder. ******   ****** The bathroom itself was quite sleek, well, it better be since their apartment was ₩6,000,000 a month. The floor had two levels, both covered in grey stone, the second level, a step above the first, held the free standing, curved bathtub and the walk-in shower with glass doors. The sink was dark brown wood, matching the color of the wall inside the shower, holding two separate sinks. As Jin plopped the bath bomb into the full tub, Jimin didn’t even notice as Namjoon quickly undressed him. Before he knew it, he was naked and shivering, not noticing the older boy’s lewd stares. “C-cold.” Jimin giggled brightly, feet kicking out at the knee as he rubbed his arms. Seokjin took the hint and peeled off all his clothing in less than 5 seconds, and brought Jimin up to his chest bridal-style. As he stepped into the warm tub, first sitting down himself then gently lowering Jimin onto his lap, Namjoon made quick work of his own clothes, hungry eyes never leaving Jimin. Jin was hoping the younger boy didn’t notice the raging hard-on quickly growing under his butt. Before Namjoon could put a foot in the tub, Jimin’s eyes locked onto his rock- hard dick, and Namjoon swore he could see a glint of something in there. Lust? Determination? No, it couldn’t be. At least, not when Jimin was this little. He shook his head of those thoughts and knelt in the tub in front of Jimin and Seokjin.  Getting comfortable, he sat down and placed a leg around each of Jimin’s sides and on top of Jin’s legs, so that Jimin was right in the middle. Jin began by pouring Johnson & Johnson body wash on Jimin’s head before handing it to Namjoon to pour it on a wash rag. As Jin began scrubbing Jimin’s scalp, the younger boy’s body relaxed completely, his chest puffing out as his head bent backwards towards Jin, when he let out one of the dirtiest moans Namjoon had ever heard in his life. “Ahhh-a-ah-h-h, Daddy right there-e-e.” It was almost as if Jimin was purring, nevertheless Jin locked eyes with Namjoon, confused as for what to do when a sly smile spread across Namjoon’s face. He gave a quick wink to Seokjin before wetting the soapy rag and sliding it onto Jimin’s shoulder. He slid impossibly closer to both boys, so Jimin was truly sandwiched between them, with absolutely nowhere to go. He dug his left hand into the other side of Jimin’s ribcage, only making his moans loader, as his right hand swept across his back and shoulder. As the rag got to his neck, he leant in to Jimin’s other side and whispered “does it feel good baby?” into his ear. “I-it f-feels s-sooo g-good Daddy, please, f-fuck, m-more.” To what Jimin was begging more of, he didn’t know. Perhaps it was the pain of Namjoon’s nails digging into his side, counteracted by the rough wash rag on his other side, or was it the strong things beneath his spread legs, rubbing against an area he’d never dare touch before. Namjoon roughly dragged the rag across to the other side of Jimin’s back before Jin took over and guided it up his arms. “A-ah-AH.” Jimin whimpered, humping Namjoon’s thighs, when Namjoon caught him by his armpits and pulled him off his lap into the air. “N-NO DA-Daddy. Please. Minmin f-feel so good.” Jimin was frowning as if not being able to rut against Namjoon’s leg was the end of the world. Namjoon laughed meanly. “But, you’re just a little boy Jimin. You’re my little boy. Your body is mine.Your little cock is mine.And you bet to hell your little pussy is All. Fucking. Mine.”With that, silent tears of humiliation rolled down Jimin’s cheeks, but he couldn’t deny how hard he was. Or how Namjoon’s words made him that much more desperate. “Aww. Did the poor baby think he could come before his Daddies?” Jin surprised him with harsh scrubbing of his back, before dropping the rag and running his bare hands across Jimin’s back. “You’re fucking lucky you can even be called Daddy’s boy, although I bet if you begged hard enough, you could be Daddy’s little slut.” That was the moment Namjoon dropped him back into the water, when an inexplicably loud moan left Jimin’s mouth. His desperate wet eyes were locked onto Namjoon’s cruel ones when Jin forcibly turned his head and slanted his lips over his own. There was no question, no warning, he simply took what was his. Because Jimin was his, he was all of theirs. Jimin was slowly forgetting how to breath at the elation of having Seokjin kiss him was too overwhelmed to think. If he died right now, he wouldn’t care. All his life had led up to the bubbliness that welt up inside of him as soon as the elder’s lips touched his. Before he knew it, Namjoon was sadistically twisting both his nipples the full way around, with a mean smirk on his face. The fact that he enjoyed it, that both of them enjoyed his pain made him moan the loudest yet. Apparently, Namjoon hadn’t allowed him to speak as he smacked Jimin’s poor abused nipple and licked a stripe from his clavicle to the bottom of his ear, before sinking his teeth into his neck. “AHH-AH-AHHH-AH-AHHH, ha ha-ha hahaaa, f-f-fuckk fu-uck mo-ore ple-eease DADDY PLEASE!” Jin burst out into mocking laughter. “Aw the little slut is begging without even having to be told. You’re fucking drippingfor it, aren’t you baby. I bet your tiny little cocklet is rock fucking hard at being abused, huh. Bet the thought of being me, and Joonie’s cocksleeve makes you so fucking wet.” Jin’s large palm came down hard twice on his cock, before grabbing it by the base and stroking upwards and squeezing at the tip. “NO NO N-NO NO NO NO DADDY, DADDY PLEASE!” Jimin, with his flushed red cheeks and streaks of wetness running down the face, was a complete mess as he turned between Namjoon and Jin pleading for release, but to Seokjin it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. “SHUT UP!” Namjoon shouted, slapping Jimin hard in the face, the impact knocking his head to the side. When he came back up Jimin’s eyes were beginning to glaze over. “M-more.” Jimin whispered. “Sorry, I can’t hear when sluts whisper. What do you want, slut?” Namjoon demanded. “More.” Jimin said more clearly, body becoming lax, eyes so wet they wondered how painful it was to even keep them open. “Did the little bitch say something?” Jin teased to Namjoon. “I didn’t hear anything, guess we have to finish by ourselves.” “MORE! MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE, MORE! I’M A FUCKING SLUT! I’M YOUR FUCKING SLUTTY FUCKMEAT, FUCKING ABUSE ME, TAKE ME, CONTROL ME! FUCK ME UP! HIT ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCKING HIT ME! HIT MY SLUTTY FUCKING FACE, HIT MY SLUTTY LITTLE COCK, AND HIT MY PUSSY! FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK MEEEEEEEEEEEE,--” Jin looked on satisfyingly at Namjoon. Jimin had finally broke. He had dropped down completely into sub space. The little sub was brokenly whispering “fuck me” continuously with his hands held behind his back. “Shhhh baby. Daddy’s here. Daddy’s gonna give you what you want know hmm. Daddy Joonie and Daddy Jinnie are gonna fuck that little pussy. Is it wet for us baby?” “I’ss soooo wet. It’s so, so we-et for D-Daddy-y.” Jimin could barely speak, each word shaking his whole body. Jin rubbed his hands comfortably over Jimin’s ribs, offering the little boy a bit of comfort without having to say anything. Namjoon quickly pulled the bottle of silicone-based lube he had hidden in the shampoos. He knew it would come in handy someday. He squirted a good amount onto three of his fingers before abruptly pulling Jimin over by a forearm across his chest, so his back was sticking to Namjoon’s front. Jin took both of Jimin’s legs right on the underside of his thighs and pushed until Jimin was bent in half, ankles touching his head. Jimin couldn’t utter a complaint even if he wanted to, to busy releasing desperate noises and pleas. Namjoon pulled Jimin further up ‘til he was above the water line, as if his back was laying against the water, and pushed in a full three fingers into Jimin’s unprepared hole. “AHHHH, AH-HAHA AH AH AHH AHH AHHOWAHH UNGH!” Jimin screamed, face scrunched up in an undistinguishable mix of hot pain and unrelenting pleasure. He felt as if he was born to die in Namjoon and Jin’s arms. As if his whole life simply led up to this moment. Namjoon bit harshly into Jimin’s neck, Jin biting into the other side, as Jin rubbed over Namjoon’s erection. Jin grabbed Namjoon by the base before guiding the tip slowly into Jimin’s hole. Both disregarding the full-on wails coming from the smaller boy laying between them. Meeting in the middle, Jin took Namjoon’s face into his hands and pulled him into a demanding kiss, their tongues furiously rubbing over each other for purchase. Namjoon finally gained entrance into Jimin’s tight heat, and ordered the boy to bounce on his dick, while he leaned back and continued kissing Seokjin. Jimin couldn’t be more humiliated, yet he couldn’t be hotter. It was if he was a simple fucksleeve, a tool for Namjoon and Jin’s pleasure as they loved each other. He continued sobbing as he brought himself up on Namjoon’s cock and rushed back down, loud wails piercing through the air. Before he could raise up again, he was tipped forward as a sly finger wriggled it’s way inside of him next to Namjoon’s cock. His breath caught, as his eyes widened with unparalleled fear, yet his cock was a heady red, and dripping. Jin continued to pump two more fingers into him before pushing him fully on top of Namjoon. The leader grabbed a chunk of his red hair and pulled his head so far back, he could see the top of Jin’s face. He continued to leave savage marks all around Jimin’s neck and chest, not stopping until he tasted blood. But the thing, the one thing, that made Jimin harder than anything else… Was that he wouldn’t have it any other way. Jimin struggled to find purchase on Namjoon’s slippery chest as Jin’s full member rocked into him. Namjoon must’ve grown tired of the noise as he shoved his entire fist into Jimin’s mouth, effectively muffling his screams. Jimin hadn’t been able to reach one orgasm yet, as at least one of the boy’s hand was squeezing the base of his dick extremely tight. This wasn’t true for Namjoon or Seokjin though, as they began rocking him on top of them with earnest. Jimin couldn’t have felt fuller, Seokjin’s curved length from behind rubbing against Namjoon’s girth in front. At that moment, Jimin decided to look down and almost fainted from the sight. Jin and Namjoon’s dicks were so big inside of him, he could see him from outside his stomach. It was as if someone was sucker punching him from inside of him. The thought of any of the boys fisting him made him weak at the knees. He probably wanted it a little too much. That was apparently the moment that Seokjin and Namjoon both reached climax, both grunting deeply, resting their heads on each side of his shoulder. It wasn’t ‘til a few minutes later when a sated Namjoon looked up from his neck that he noticed the state of the poor boy. “Everything’s gonna be okay, baby, you can come now.” And with that simple order and Namjoon’s hand pumping his dick, Jimin came with high-pitched shouts, the loudest ones yet. Namjoon looked on to his baby with a proud grin, that Jimin tiredly returned as the after-shocks shook his body like electricity coursing through his veins. Jin comfortably rubbed his tummy, as Jimin suddenly barreled head-first into Namjoon’s chest, arms wrapping around him into a strong hug. Jin simply followed the tired boy, until all three of them were huddled together, hugging Jimin close, comforting and praising him. If either of the Doms were surprised by the heavy tears running down Jimin’s face, they didn’t show it, after all every sub coped with a scene differently. It was up to the Dom to make sure they retained their full healthiness and happiness once the scene was over. “Th-thank *sniff* you, D-Daddy Joonie. Than’ you ‘addy Jinnie. Saranghaeyo.” Namjoon and Jin just smiled comfortingly at the smaller boy, massaging his muscles into relaxation. “You did so well, baby. Did you know that? Daddy Joon was so impressed! He couldn’t believe his strong boy taking both him and Daddy Jinnie, but he knew Minnie could, yeah. Because my baby can do anything.” Namjoon shot Jimin a dorky smile making him giggle through his tears, but not release him in the slightest. “Our baby is so pretty. Daddy thought Jiminie looked so beautiful, like such a good little boy. We’re so proud of you baby boy.”Jin whispered as a smile into Jimin’s ear, making him sniffle. “Minnie not pretty, he cry-crying and ugly and snotty.” Jimin shook his head. Namjoon tsked and brought Jimin’s head up to face him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I love you so much baby. Me and Daddy Seokjin, and the rest of your Daddies are the luckiest men on Earth.” He and Jin then both peppered Jimin’s face with kisses, tickling him into breathless giggles. They were wrong though. Jimin was the lucky one.   End Notes so if u want, y'all can come scream at me on tumblr or askfm: littlechimx2 (T) and vminkookk (ask) Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!