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What A Relief - An OT7 Littlespace Drabble

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A/N: So...long time no see.

My mental health usually goes out the window around this time of year, when fall turns to winter, so I apologize for not posting anything, but I haven’t been inspired. I’ve worked on a few things and felt like they were forced. I’ll probably go back and rewrite them in the future because they were good ideas.

I also got a couple requests in the last week and I plan to write and post those as soon as I can, so please bear with me.

Anyways, BTS’ performance at the MMAs was one of the most epic things I have ever witnessed. (Edit: I just watched the MAMAs and our boys won all the prizes) I am so proud of them and seeing them live again kind of gave me the inspiration to write this <3 And over the last few weeks, my love for Jin has grown even more (if that’s possible, because I already love him a lot) so this was perfect to post for his birthday.

So, happy birthday Mr. Worldwide Handsome, and thank you for being you <3

Relationship: Little!Seokjin X BTS

Rating: G

Words: 2816

Fluff, hurt/comfort (just a tiny bit)

NOTE: Seokjin will refer to everyone as “hyung” while he is in littlespace, except Namjoon and Yoongi, who he will call “daddy” and “appa”.

Also, in this fic OT7 is an established romantic relationship though it’s not really specified in the writing.

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Almost as soon as the door to the dressing room closed behind Jin - signaling that they were all finally finished being “BTS” for the night - the oldest member felt the last of the hype and energy of the award show leave him.

It was something they all had to deal with - the post-concert (or in this case, award show) drop. It was inevitable, going from tens of thousands of people with all of their attention on you to the quiet of their dressing room. They all experienced their drops differently, but they’d been around each other for so long that it wasn’t a surprise to any of them when the oldest suddenly looked weak in the knees.

Namjoon was at Seokjin’s side in a moment, his long arms wrapping around his waist and helping him hold up his weight. The leader maneuvered his hyung until he was held against his chest closely, Jin’s arms instinctively twisting around Namjoon’s neck.

“I’ve got you, love,” the blond-haired leader whispered, “How are you feeling?”

Jin knew what the younger was asking him and replied, “L-Little.”

Namjoon hummed knowingly, “Slip, hyung. I’m right here. So is everyone else.”

And really, that was all it took for Seokjin to let himself go. It had been months since he’d last been able to relax in his headspace, and they’d all agreed earlier in the day that it was about time he did once more.

Before he really knew it, Jin’s eyes were a little wider, a little brighter, and his shoulders slumped completely.

Perhaps it was slightly easier to slip with Namjoon than the others as the leader had been the first person Jin had ever told about his liking for littlespace. Namjoon had been surprised at the admission, but not at all disgusted as the little had feared. Namjoon spent that entire night scouring the internet and learning as much as he could on the subject.

So, yeah, maybe it was the fact that Jin was with his first boyfriend that made it easy to slip.

Hoseok, who had finished changing into his comfortable clothes (track pants and a blue long-sleeved shirt) and removing his makeup, approached the two still standing at the door with his heart-shaped smile. “Let me take him,” he said to Namjoon, who carefully transferred the little into his fellow ninety-four liner’s arms.

The leader left to go change himself with a quick kiss to Jin’s forehead.

Hoseok nuzzled the little’s cheek, earning himself a quiet but happy giggle from him. He helped Jin over to the grey couch and laid him down just as Taehyung and Jimin appeared behind him, clutching Jin’s spare little supplies in their hands. The two ninety-fivers were dressed similarly in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt, except Taehyung’s shirt was black while Jimin’s was white, and Taehyung’s dark locks were covered by a black beanie.

“Should we get you changed, baby?” Hoseok asked Jin, pinching fondly at the little’s cheek.

Jin nodded, his lips pursing out in a cute pout that had smiles on all three of the others’ faces.

As Hoseok and Jimin began unbuttoning Jin’s shirt and pants and slipping them off of the little, Taehyung appeared in his vision upside down, making silly faces that Jin couldn’t help but laugh at, poking at his boyfriend’s puffed-out cheek.

With Taehyung’s distraction, the two dancers didn’t have any problem at all fastening a diaper around Jin’s hips and then slipping him into his favorite RJ pajamas.

“Oh, Jinnie!” Jungkook sang, popping out from behind the couch with a familiar purple object in his hands. The maknae grinned his bunny smile, “Want your paci, baby?”

The little’s eyes widened significantly and he nodded, reached out for it with impatient hands.

“No, Jinnie,” Jimin scolded Jin softly, “That’s not how we ask for things, is it?”

Seokjin had always been the kind of little that was super quiet, especially when he slipped into a littler headspace than usual. None of them could tell yet how far he’d slipped, but checking his understanding and if he was willing to talk typically gave them a good idea.

The little looked up with apologetic eyes, “S-Sorry. C-Can Jinnie please have paci, Kookie-hyungie?”

The four members surrounding him burst into fond smiles.

Jungkook cooed and lifted the pacifier to Jin’s lips, who eagerly took the object into his mouth and began suckling on it. “Good boy,” he praised.

The little’s cheeks turned an adorable pink and their hearts were so full of love it was a bit ridiculous.

“God, he’s so cute, it’s unfair,” Jimin pouted from his spot on the floor, leaning his elbow against the coffee table and his head in his hand.

Hoseok ruffled his hair and replied, “You’re cute too, Minnie, don’t you worry.”

Jimin’s smile turned smug.

Jungkook and Taehyung were busy playing peek-a-boo with Jin when Namjoon returned, this time with Yoongi by his side. Namjoon was dressed comfortably in some dark blue track pants and a sweater, while Yoongi was wearing all black - from his sweater to his sweatpants.

The eldest rapper immediately hip-checked Taehyung out of the way and took over his spot. “Hey!” the second youngest whined before moving to stand next to the maknae behind the couch.

Yoongi ignored him and grinned down at Jin, his long fingers slipping into the little’s soft, brunet hair. “Hi, little one, I’ve missed you,” he all but cooed, his deep voice sending a shiver down the little’s spine.

After Namjoon, Yoongi was the second person Jin had told about being a little. The eldest rapper had taken to caregiving like a fish to water as he was naturally very protective and - though he may not admit it outright - he loved to cuddle.

“Appa!” Jin exclaimed, relaxing into the rapper’s hands.

Namjoon’s phone beeped in his pocket at that moment and he quickly fished it out. “Sejin-hyung says that the car is here for us. It’s ready just outside the back door and no fans are around so it’s safe to bring Jin.”

BTS’ manager, Sejin, had found out that some of the members were littles by accident a few years earlier, and thankfully he had taken it pretty well. The man had been their manager since the beginning, and he was somewhat of a second father figure in all of their lives. Sejin agreed to help them hide the fact that most of the members were littles and made accommodations whenever he could when it came to events and schedules.

Jungkook moved in front of the couch and tapped Jin’s arm softly. “You want a piggyback ride, baby?” he asked.

The little nodded furiously and moved to cling to the maknae’s back, his arms curling around Jungkook’s shoulders and holding on tightly.

As Namjoon and Hoseok led the seven of them out of the dressing room, Jungkook bounced the little up and down just to hear the cute little squeals he let out. Jimin, Taehyung, and Yoongi all held extra sweaters and blankets in their hands, just in case they were seen by anyone and needed to quickly cover their oldest hyung up.

While they all hated the fact that they needed to hide the littles, they understood too. If something like that were ever to get out to the public, they would lose a lot of supporters and garner a lot of horrible comments. It was unanimously decided between the seven of them that though it killed them to hide it, it was in their best interest to.

It was an easy walk to the back door and out into the garage area where their car was waiting for them, thankfully. Sejin was in the driver’s seat and Jimin immediately claimed shotgun. Jungkook and Yoongi settled in the very back with Jin in between them while the other three were in the middle seats.

Their manager eyed the oldest member through the rearview mirror with a smile. “How is he?” he asked.

Most of the time, Sejin was kept on a need-to-know basis regarding their littles, but he checked in from time to time to make sure everything was going alright.

“He’s good,” Jimin replied, “It’s been a while so we thought he needed to have a relaxing day.”

Sejin nodded and left it at that, instead diverting his attention to driving them through the city back to their shared apartment.

The ride back was fairly quiet, as little Jinnie was nodding off against Yoongi’s shoulder in the back and cuddling with the sweater Taehyung had been holding. The pacifier was still in his mouth and he let out a sigh of content at the comfort surrounding him from all sides.

Yoongi allowed the little to snuggle into his side and ran his hand up and down his opposite arm soothingly.

Jungkook - on his other side - helped to keep him sitting in a safe position.

When they arrived back at the dorms, it was Namjoon who picked up the sleepy little and hefted him into his arms. Jin wrapped his arms and legs around the leader’s front and allowed him to carry him up to their apartment.

Jin napped for probably an hour, and when his eyes fluttered open again, he found himself in Taehyung’s room, with both the second youngest and Namjoon curled around him on each side.

The little couldn’t help but giggle when Namjoon let out a loud snore, which caused Taehyung to wake up with a quiet groan. “Baby?” he said, his voice low and raspy with sleep.

Jin squirmed around in the arms surrounding him until he was facing Taehyung properly. “TaeTae-hyungie!” he exclaimed.

Taehyung grinned his boxy smile and shushed the little with a finger to his lips. “We have to be quiet,” he explained in a whisper, “We don’t want to wake your daddy, now do we? I think he deserves a bit more sleep after tonight.”

Though Jin was in littlespace, he still understood the implications of the statement. Namjoon worked harder than any of them, especially when it came to public appearances. As their leader, he kept them in line and tended to do most of the talking.

It was because of Taehyung’s comment that Jin got thinking. He thought about every member and how they each played an important role.

Well, every member except him.

It was something the oldest member struggled with a lot; his place in BTS. Many a time had he fallen into his dark thoughts and needed to be pulled out by one of his members.

What did he bring to the table for the group?

His vocals? They were sub-par at best.

His dancing? Never in a million years.

His visuals? Though he joked about being “Worldwide Handsome”, he knew the others were just as good looking if not better looking than he was. Taehyung had won the title of Most Handsome Man In The World for crying out loud.

“Hey,” a gentle tap to his forehead caused the little to blink and return to his surroundings. Taehyung was looking at him with a furrowed brow, “Are you feeling insecure again, love?”

Well, didn’t Taehyung hit that one right on the nose?

Jin let out a whine and shoved his face into the second youngest’s chest. “J-Jinnie sorry, hyungie.”

“You don’t need to be sorry, baby,” Taehyung replied softly. One of his big hands moved to rub at the small of the little’s back while his other began carding through Jin’s hair. “I know you can’t help it, Jinnie. None of us can help it when we feel down, but we have each other to bring us back up, yeah?”

Jin nodded, his face still hidden in Taehyung’s shirt. The oldest Bangtan member could feel himself slipping out of his headspace, straddling a line between big and little.

“We love you so much, baby. Every single one of us,” Taehyung continued, seemingly understanding the older’s state of mind. “We’re all so proud of you, Jinnie. You joined BigHit because you wanted to be an actor, and before you knew it, you were thrown into an idol group.”

Taehyung gently guided Jin’s head away from his chest so he could look him in the eye directly and know he was telling the truth. “Your dream changed, and you changed with it in the best way possible. You couldn’t sing at first, remember? But you dedicated so much time and effort that you became your vocal teacher’s best student. You weren’t much of a dancer, just like Namjoon, but you keep up with Hoseok-hyung, Jiminie, and Jungkookie really well.”

The oldest’s eyes were rimmed with tears and he sniffled quietly. “Yeah?” he asked in a trembling voice.

“Yeah,” Taehyung confirmed. He moved the hand that was rubbing at his back to cup Jin’s cheek, looking at him with what could only be pure love and adoration.

“He’s right,” Namjoon’s voice suddenly sounded from behind him, causing the little to startle a bit and turn to look at him. The leader was gazing at him with the same look Taehyung was giving him, a dimpled smile on his face. “Could you imagine the Best Moment In Life series without your incredible acting? No one would have taken us seriously. And I think your voice is amazing, baby, even though I know you have your doubts.”

“Oh no!” the three curled up together on the bed all turned their heads simultaneously at the sound of Hoseok’s voice coming from the doorway. The dance leader walked into the room with a solemn expression on his face. “Is Jinnie feeling down again?”

Both Taehyung and Namjoon hummed in confirmation.

Hoseok walked over to the bed and grabbed one of Jin’s hands in his own. “I’m sure these two have already told you how talented you are, but there’s something else, too.” Hoseok kissed the back of the oldest’s hand softly, “Jinnie, you’re the oldest member and I know sometimes that feels like a burden to you, but we’re all just so happy that you love us and take care of us. It’s a joke, I know, that you’re like our mom, but it’s kind of true. You always cook us our favorite meals when we’re not feeling good, and nurse us through sickness. And we love to take care of you in return, baby. We always will.”

Jin glanced around at the other two to see that they both seemed to agree with what Hoseok said as well. That caused the tears to start spilling from his eyes.

“T-Thank you guys,” he managed out, “I love you so much.”

Namjoon tightened his grip on his waist, “We all love you too, Jinnie.”

“Now, how about we go have some chicken nuggets for dinner and put on a movie, huh?” Hoseok suggested.

And just like that, Jin was fully submerged in his headspace once more, his eyes lighting up, “J-Jinnie loves chicken nuggets!”

Taehyung chuckled and kissed his forehead before beginning to untangle himself from him. “We know you do, love.”

“What movie should we watch?” Namjoon asked as he carried Jin out of the room and to the living room.

The others could be heard in the kitchen, but the living room was set up with tons of blankets and pillows, much to Jin’s delight.

“Can we watch Moana?” the little asked hopefully.

“Sure, love,” Hoseok replied, booping Jin on the nose before grabbing the television remote to start up the movie.

It was only a few minutes later that Yoongi, Jimin, and Jungkook entered the room with a large tray of chicken nuggets, some paper plates, and a few different dipping sauces.

Yoongi and Jimin claimed the seats on the sofa on either side of Jin, while Jungkook settled on the floor right next to his legs. Taehyung, Hoseok, and Namjoon cuddled up together on the other couch, watching the other four fondly.

As the movie started, the opening song beginning, Jimin and Jungkook alternated feeding Jin, who enjoyed all the attention he was getting. Yoongi held a napkin in his hand and wiped at the little’s mouth whenever he got crumbs and sauce everywhere (which was a lot).

About halfway through the movie, when their bellies were full and they were all focused on the plot, Jin took a moment to look around at everyone.

His heart fluttered with the love he felt for each of his members. He couldn’t help but be thankful to them for always being there for him and keeping away the dark thoughts that crept around in the back of his mind.

It was at that moment that he remembered something Yoongi had said to them once, something that they all thought of dearly and proved to be true time and time again.

What a relief that we have seven members. What a relief that we have each other.

What a relief indeed.

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A/N: Kudos and comments do wonders for my self-esteem, so it would mean a lot if you left one if you enjoyed this fic <3

I purple you guys and hope that you’re having a good December so far!

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