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blueberrybeomgyu · 4 months ago

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୨⎯ "holding out" ⎯୧ (mjh)

+*:🍰:*﹤descrip. : jh just wants to do better for you :( or response to this ask!!!!

+*:❤️:*﹤content : sub!jaehyun bc who would i be if this wasn't sub!jaehyun x fem!reader

+*:🍓:*﹤warnings : reader is kinda dominant but i never know if it's enough for me to tag, smut, 18+ mdni, edging AGAIN, masturbation, kinda exhibitionism/voyeurism again 🤭, nipple touching, petnames sweetheart/sweetie/good boy/baby boy, female anatomy for reader, mentions of piv sex, endurance training methinks...mehopes

+*:🩷:*﹤word count : 3.2K

+*:🍰:*﹤masterlist

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Jaehyun’s been acting weird, and that’s saying something, because he’s always been a bit strange.

But it’s obvious he hasn’t been his usual self for the past week. When you ask him about it, he brushes it off quickly and changes the subject.

Then, whatever’s bothering him begins affecting your sex life. He's tense, visibly nervous before you guys do anything intimate. You can tell he's close when his high-pitched moans turn into quiet, choked off gasps. You know the signs, and you’re more than ready to feel his hot seed fill you up the way you like, but it never does. You see his face scrunch up in torment right before he hides in your neck. He continues to let out a string of pitiful whimpers, hips still thrusting sloppily until you're showing signs of orgasming yourself. This goes on for days before you notice a pattern.

You guys get intimate, and for a little while afterward, he gets quieter, more reserved, almost��ashamed? He can’t even seem to look at you, and is quick to scoot away when you sit too close to him. It kind of hurts, but you give him time and space, figuring he’ll come to you if he’s ever ready to talk. He never brings it up, but after a couple of hours, he’s back to the Jaehyun you know–a bit strange, proposing unusual schemes and so hyper he’s basically bouncing off the walls.

The two of you often fall into intimate moments after bantering, sometimes even play fighting, and tonight’s no different. Jaehyun’s his usual mischievous self, teasing you enough that it’s harmless, but gets under your skin. When tension arises and things get heated, you guys make eye contact, and he kind of just…deflates, moving from where he’s hovering over you to slump back against the couch.

You hesitate, because you don’t want to put him on the spot, but his behavior is beginning to make you concerned, and a little insecure. After a few moments, it’s obvious Jaehyun’s not going to say anything, so you speak up.

"Sweetie, we should talk."

Immediately, he tenses. He sits up, and his shoulders are so stiff it looks uncomfortable. His only noticeable movement is the fiddling with his fingers, wringing them as if he wants to crack his knuckles, but they’re not popping. You keep a safe distance between the two of you, but sit close enough that you can rest a comforting hand on his thigh.

His eyes are glossy, and his lip is caught in between his teeth when he finally looks at you. He looks like a kicked puppy, and you immediately want to scoop him in your arms and make him feel better. But, time and space.

"Oh, baby. Will you tell me what's bothering you?"

His lips move, but almost no sound comes out. His cheeks visibly redden when you ask him to repeat himself.

"Do you think I...finish too fast?" He asks, mumbling 'finish' shyly like it's dirty. You stare at him in confusion, rolling his words around in your head, trying to get them to make sense. Since when is him cumming quickly an issue?

"Sorry, was that too abrupt? Just forget I-"

"No, you're fine, Jae. I was just a little surprised." You look away from him for a moment to think about your next words carefully. "There's nothing wrong with being sensitive."

Again, Jaehyun deflates back into the couch, hands coming to hide his face.

“That’s probably the worst thing you could've said. Seriously, ‘yes’ would’ve been less embarrassing.” He says, his words muffled by his palms.

“I’m sorry, I just mean–” You pause. “Even if you finish quickly, what’s wrong with that?”

“Well, doesn’t it leave you…unsatisfied?” This time, he whispers ‘unsatisfied’ cautiously, and pre-winces like he’s waiting for the scariest answer possible.

Almost immediately, you laugh, which sounds more like an amused scoff. Just the thought of Jaehyun leaving you high and dry is a bit silly–he’s a wonderful partner. Even if he finishes quickly, he’s damn near always hard, and rarely fails to make you cum.

But, unfortunately, you don’t say that, so your laughter is your only response. Jaehyun looks at you with his jaw hanging down and his eyes wide like he’s mortified.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He half-whines, running his hands through his hair in distress. Instinctively, your hands come up to fix the mess, taming wild strands back into place so he looks less like a wet cat.

“No– Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just.” You stammer your words out, trying to clean up the way you’re royally fucking this up. “Jaehyun, you’ve never left me unsatisfied. You don’t even have to worry about that, okay?” You grab one of his hands and squeeze it lightly, trying to punctuate your statement. He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he doesn’t push back, and instead reciprocates the hand-holding.

“But still, it kinda makes me feel bad. Humiliated, I guess? We barely get started and I feel like I’m already creaming my pants.”

The statement almost makes you giggle again, but you hold it back because that’s not at all helpful. Personally, you love Jaehyun's sensitivity, the way he gets tender and desperate from a hand tracing his thigh, the way he's on the precipice after a little petting. It's cute, he's cute, but you don't know how to tell him this in a way that will stick, so you change courses.

“Okay, this is a serious issue. What do you want to do about it?”

He looks at you bashfully, lips parted like he has something to say but isn’t sure how. Interesting, he’s thought about this before.

“Come on, Myungjae. It’s just me. There’s no need to feel shy.” You shimmy your shoulders a little, drawing his attention to where your boobs are sitting braless in your shirt, and they jiggle the tiniest amount. It’s not a shallow movement–Jaehyun’s easy to rile up, and you can tell he’s already tenting in his shorts. If he’s aroused, he’ll be much more comfortable talking about this, you hope.

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“Okay, what’s this called, again?” You ask just to be sure, getting comfortable laying near Jaehyun’s chest. You two decided to do this in the bedroom, where Jaehyun might be most comfortable, since this is new territory. He’s slumped against the pillows and headboard, looking down at you with a look of uncertainty and a bead of sweat already forming on his temple.

“Endurance training.” He says shakily, voice trembling around the words. “I’m gonna do something similar to edging myself, and hopefully with time, I’ll be able to last longer– or maybe I’ll have better stamina, or something.” His uncertainty makes you a bit nervous. It’s not like you two haven’t explored edging before, but you typically do it to each other, not watch one another do it to themselves.

“And you’re positive you wanna do this?” You cup his cheeks, forcing him to maintain eye contact with you. He hesitates for a second, then there's a sense of determination in his eyes. They’re dark and determined when they meet your own.

“I want to do this.” He says resolutely, nodding his head as much as he can in your grip. You release his face to let him get comfortable, and he has you set a five minute timer on your phone. Your job is fairly simple–tell him to stop when five minutes are up until (hopefully) he’s done it for twenty minutes.

“Okay, but why can’t I do it for you?” You ask, trying to push away the urge to pout. You love feeling him tremble under your own hands, watching him fall apart from your touch.

“It’s better if I do it myself today. I t-think I might nut immediately if you touch me.” You’re a little disappointed, but you’re also intrigued about watching him touch himself, and this is important to him, so you want to be supportive. Besides, he didn’t say you can’t spur him on.

Jaehyun shimmies his shorts off and throws them somewhere on the floor, and you’re immediately distracted by the sight of his dick. It’s so cute and plump, and you stave off the need to put your mouth on it. You exchange “readies,” and Jaehyun wraps a hand around his member. You watch as he jerks at the feeling. He takes a deep breath, and when he nods, you start the timer.

He’s just building up a steady rhythm when the timer reads 10 seconds, after successfully overcoming his shyness and giving into the pleasure when he sees that you’re not judging him.

And boy, are you not judging him.

Looking at Jaehyun from across a crowded room is usually enough to get you hot at your core, but this need was something new entirely. You watch the way his head mushrooms on upward strokes, and almost feel dizzy at the sight of him running his thumb across the tip expertly. Of course Jaehyun knows how to work his own body, but damn. It’s so effortless you almost feel like you're interrupting.

He doesn’t notice the way you rub your thighs together to keep the feeling of insanity at bay. He’s too lost in his own pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he spreads his precum down his penis, and you might actually be drooling.

He’s shaking like a leaf by the time ten minutes pass, huffing a frustrated breath and laying his head back against the pillows. He moans softly when you place a quick kiss on his neck.

“What’s the matter, Hyunie?” You say with a mischievous smile. He’s taking a small break from touching himself, so you rub little circles into his hip bones.

“God, I–” He stops to swallow, mouth dry from gasping and moaning. “Dunno how m-much longer I c-can do this.”

“But you’re halfway there, baby boy. You can do it.” You encourage, running a hand through his ruffled hair. He doesn’t share that belief, it’s obvious in his eyes, but he wraps his hand around his member again.

“There you go.” You commend. He doesn’t say anything about you touching him, so you keep doing it, bringing a hand up to lightly squeeze his pec. “Is this okay?”

He nods a little, whimpers a little in what you assume is permission, because he whines petulantly when you pull your hand away.

After a few minutes, he’s breathing hard, and bucking his hips to meet his hand halfway. The timer reads 1 minute and 03 seconds left.

“Fuck, I-I can–, can’t-” He babbles incoherently, thighs shaking where they lift in the air and fall back on the mattress rhythmically. He throws his head back again, neck on full display for you to make use of. You take the bait, latching onto his skin and sucking red, angry marks into it. You pull away to read the timer again, 21 seconds left. When you suck another mark into his neck, Jaehyun gasps out.

“Y/N, Y/N, please, -m s’close– ah-h–” While you’re admiring his fucked-out state, your phone beeps next to you. You turn it off and look back at Jaehyun. You’re surprised to see that he’s already looking at you, eyes big and glossy as he humps his hand.

“Time’s up, Jae.” You say. He whines.

“Jaehyun, stop.” He makes a little sound that you’re not sure what to call, something high-pitched and desperate as his hips stutter.

“Hyunie, do I have permission to touch you?” He nods quickly, desperately, likely under the impression that you’re gonna help him cum. The distressed whine he lets out when you pull his hand away from his cock is visceral, like he doesn’t have control over making it.

He gasps for air greedily as he teeters from the edge. One of his hands clenches the duvet underneath him, and the other clasps your thigh instead, grip unforgiving. You’re so turned on you don’t even notice the pain, occupied by taking in his flushed face and messy hair. You connect your lips with his in what was meant to be a quick kiss, but he deepens it, the hand on the comforter coming to cup your cheek instead.

“Almost lost yourself for a second there, huh?” You tease after pulling away, whispering in the small space between you guys’ parted lips.

“Thi s-is s-so hard.” He mumbles, words trailing off into a whine, sloppy and slurring together.

“But it’s been fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Just five more and you can cum.”

Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut in displeasure as he comprehends your words, and part of you wants to give in and let him have it. You know how badly he wants to succeed, and he’s already worked so hard. This was his idea, anyway.

But the other, seemingly sadistic part of you wants to watch as he pushes himself to agonizing pleasure. Desperate Jaehyun is one of your favorite sights–the way cute little tears roll down his cheeks and his body basically vibrates with a need only you can fulfill. It’s beautiful, to say the least, and the power goes straight to your cunt, getting you all hot and needy yourself. You clench around nothing at the mere thought of it, so you press “Start” on the timer again and help wrap Jaehyun’s hand back around his dick.

For a minute, Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. His eyes roll back at the stimulation, and he fucks up into his hand dumbly. Then, you lick a fat stripe up his nipple.

"S-shit, fuck, n-needa cum- hahh, please, it hurts-" He whines in your hold, unoccupied hand trembling where it’s still laying on your thigh.

"Aw, don't you wanna last, sweet thing? You’re so close."

"I-I- hn- don't w-wanna d-do this anym-more.” He stutters out, struggling to string the sentence together through the fog in his head and the pleasure coursing through his lower body. You halt the stimulation on his nipple at his words.

"What's your color, Hyunie?"

"G-green, green, fuck, I just wanna cum." He says immediately, tears building up in his lash line and finally rolling down his cheeks. His hand wavers, then picks up speed again.

You pretend to contemplate while trailing a finger along his shaft and pulling away when he chases the feeling. "You want me to give you permission? Tell you to reach that overwhelming pleasure, make a mess all over yourself?"

Jaehyun nods, of course, but you’re not even sure he’s comprehending what you’re saying right now. His eyes are almost fully black with the way they’re dilated, and you’d be worried if you hadn’t just confirmed his color.

"But I don't think you deserve it, sweetheart.” You lie. Of course he deserves it, but he’s so fun to play with. “It hasn't even been twenty minutes and you're already falling apart. Maybe I should get a ring for your little cock, watch as you desperately work yourself through dry orgasms." His hips stutter at your degrading words, hand aggressive as it strokes his poor, throbbing dick. The need to have it in your cunt has never been as strong as it is now.

"N-noplea- f-fuck, I’ms'rry-"

Over Jaehyun's slurred babbles, you almost don’t hear the timer go off. At the realization that it's been twenty minutes, you smile proudly and turn the alarm off.

You shh Jaehyun's whimpers and hiccups and bite another mark on his pec. You replace his hand with yours and thumb at his tip, then watch as he falls apart for you.

"Hng- gonna cum- cumming, pleas-"

"You're so good, Hyunie. You did it. Cum for me." Jaehyun looks at you almost in disbelief before his head falls back against the pillows and he's cumming so hard some of it lands on your shirt.

"You did it, Myungjae. Did such a good job for me." You congratulate again while peppering kisses on his face.

"Did it." He mumbles breathlessly with a lopsided smile and droopy eyes.

"Mhm, you deserve a reward, don't you think?"

"Uh-h." He mutters, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looks so tired, but you’ve been with him long enough to know he could give you two more orgasms at least. You lift up to straddle his legs and rub up and down his thighs gently.

"I don't mind your sensitivity, Hyunie. Can I show you why?" He nods silently again, eyes glossy and dazed. He’s breathing harshly through his nose, but looks like he’s in overall good shape, so you take his dick in your hand again and begin slowly pumping it.

"U-unh- too m-much-" He whimpers out, brows furrowed in euphoric torture. His hips twitch like he doesn't know if he should buck into the feeling or pull away from it. Despite his moans in protest, he’s already filling up in your hand, ready to be played with again.

"See how you're already hard again, Jae? All for me?" His mouth hangs open, but no words come out. Instead, he grunts loudly when your pace increases.

"I just wanna make you feel good." You squeeze his member lightly then tease at the slit. His head falls back again, and his back arches slightly, but he's still staring at you, eyes full of wonder and hanging onto every word you say.

"It doesn't matter if you cum quickly, ‘cause you can just do it again for me, isn't that right?" You twist your wrist just right, and he's shuddering through another orgasm, a pained, high-pitched whine coming from the back of his throat.

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"T-thank you." he mutters, eyes struggling to stay open, boneless on top of the mattress. His words are still dragging, but they’re much more comprehensible. "-m sorry for making a big deal out of this. It all seems so silly now."

"If it matters to you, it matters to me, sweetheart." You reply, rubbing knots out of his shoulder from where you’re still straddling his legs. You’re still unbearably horny, and you’re pretty sure you’ve soaked through your underwear and your shorts by now.

"Still..." He trails off, eyes following you as you stand up from the bed and strip off your clothing. You see the way he gulps, the way his eyes helplessly flit between your boobs and your cunt, but you don’t say anything–you figure he’s had enough teasing for one day.

You straddle him again with a mischievous smile on your face.

"Let me ride you and I'll let you off the hook?"

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a/n : i'm actually kind of in love w this story and maybe it’s because i pulled an allnighter to write it and my brain cells aren’t all the way here, if you read this and something doesn’t make sense PLEASE tell me 😭 guys do nawt have me out here looking like a fool </3 i tried to make it different from the taesan one, it was supposed to be a drabble but please don’t ask me how it became literally 3k i DO NOT KNOW….that sleep deprivation boost ig, lastly, i tried to research if there were any discernible differences between edging and endurance training but i couldn’t find anything super helpful so im so sorry if this isn’t a good representation of endurance training </33 berry just a blogger tryin their best

special thanks to @zynz0 and this fic which made me literally insane. while writing this, i couldn't find the phrase for what jaehyun is (maybe) doing here other than self-edging, but that post helped me a lot!!!

now i will FINALLY SLEEEEEP RAHHHH i literally finished this at 9am

#blueberrybeomgyu #boynextdoor x reader #boynextdoor hard hours #boynextdoor imagines #bnd #myung jaehyun #myung jaehyun x reader #myung jaehyun imagines #myung jaehyun hard hours #jaehyun x reader #jaehyun imagines #jaehyun hard hours #guys i fear my next post will also not be about beomgyu arghh </3 #what do i really represent #who am i if not an edging enthusiast tbh #maybe that's just my account atp #perchance all of my works are a little unrealistic but isn't that the fun!!! lol

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lullabytaeyong · 2 years ago

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Txt Agere Series Part 4 🚋

🍪 Home Sick

☕️ No tw

Summary: Beomgyu goes home to visit his family and finds himself longing for the familiarity of home, even though he is technically at home. But how can it be home without his cg’s and brothers?

Beomgyu loved going home to see his family over breaks and between comebacks. The warmth of his mother giving him hugs and his father patting him on the shoulder refreshed him. It gave him time to feel normal. Not like an idol. They’d talk and talk and talk! His mom loved to hear all the fun things he had to say and always knew how to cheer him up. He would join her in cooking or his father with his side hobbies. It was perfect.

The only struggle for Beomgyu was existing in his childhood home without regressing. His room still had bins of toys his mom organized into storage cubes on a shelf because he was too attached to them to give them away. His bed had sheets designed with little cars on them and several stuffed animals. Now and then he would take a peek in his closet where they stored toys from when he was preschool. There were only a few. A plastic tool kit, a pretend vet set with a kennel, and a rainbow xylophone he used to ding all the time. He had to fight off the urge to take it out and make up little songs because his family would hear it.

With distractions of neighbors stopping by to say hello and his dad showing him a new show, Beomgyu didn’t even think about feeling small. Yes it had been a couple weeks since he last regressed, but he felt okay. He could let himself feel fuzzy as he he drifted off to sleep, imagining his Papa telling him a story. That was his plan until he was all alone on his third day there. His parents had jobs they were expected to be at and as much as they would love to spend every second with their son, they couldn’t. Beomgyu sat silently on the couch, feeling a little nervous.

He missed Yeonjun and Soobin giving him forehead kisses and checking on him. He missed raging over games with Kai while Taehyun rolled his eyes. Beomgyu was homesick. This wasn’t really his ‘home’ anymore. If the others where there then it would feel more normal. They were his home.

Beomgyu sighed and looked absentmindedly at a bookshelf next to the tv. On the very bottom shelf were some picture books he and his brother used to throw at each other. Out of borden and curiosity, he got up and sat down in front of the tall shelf. The thin spines didn’t display and titles, so he tugged one out to find one of his old favorites. It was simple book about unicorns with a purply-blue cover. His brother used to tease him for liking it, but he would just stick his tongue out at him. Beomgyu flipped through the pages, dragging his finger over the pictures. One page about underwater unicorns, not narwhals, hit him with a little too much nostalgia. He quickly put the book back and walked away to the bathroom.

“Shower…” He mumbled to himself.

Originally, Beomgyu thought a shower would distract him from the pit in his stomach, but it didn’t. He tried washing his hair, but after getting the shampoo out he felt grumpy and tired. In his head, he pretended Soobin was there to talk him through the rest of the steps. What did he do after shampoo again? Beomgyu felt a tightness in his throat and whimpered. His parents had all kinds of different soaps that he had used before. They weren’t the colors or smells he was used to, making it harder to stay focused on his task. Beomgyu sat down with his back to the water and looked up around him. Everything seemed so tall compared to him.

Beomgyu’s mind fluttered off to his bath toys he shared with Kai and Taehyun. He wondered if they had played with them without him. If his rubber froggy and hippo were with him he wouldn’t feel so lonely. Beomgyu rubbed his face and forced himself to stand. He shut off the water and dried off. Staying in there would only make it worse apparently. After some time on his computer, Beomgyu was back to being fully in his regular headspace. He had quite a close call in the shower. If he hadn’t gotten out when he did, his dad would’ve found him in there staring off into space, unresponsive. The possibility of it all made Beomgyu cringe.

That night, after a long movie his mom wanted to share with him, Beomgyu huddled under his blankets his lamb stuffie hugged to his chest. His thumb snuck it’s way into his mouth and before he knew it he was texting Yeonjun straight up nonsense.

beom:sleeeepppytimmmdm ⭐️🧸so spleep

yeon:<3<3<3

yeon:goodnight baby!

beom:nooooooo no thank u

yeon:you’re silly

yeon:get some sleep gyu <3

beom:tmmrow getsdee eberyone finlly!:D

yeon:we can’t wait! but be good and go to sleep now, okay? ily (ᵔᴥᵔ)

beom:(๑･̑◡･̑๑) (-.-;)y-~~~ ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ

Yeonjun giggled at his phone screen and turned it to show Soobin, who was laying next to him on his bed.

“Look at what he’s doing.” Yeonjun smiled.

“How’d he figure that out??” Soobin chuckled. “I didn’t think little Beomgyu knew about the japanese keyboard.”

“Me either. I’m a little worried about him.”

“Why’s that?” Soobin asked.

“He hasn’t been little in a long time. What if something happened…” Yeonjun shrugged slightly and closed his eyes.

“We’ll see him tomorrow. He’s probably just sleepy, he even said it himself! They all get like that sometimes.” Soobin said, referring to the regressor trio.

“Hmm, I guess you’re right.” Yeonjun yawned. He sent one more message to Beomgyu and let his eyes fall shut.

The next morning, after a long goodbye to his parents, Beomgyu anxiously sat on the train. It wasn’t a very long trip, but after accidentally regressing before falling asleep, he felt a little on edge. His mother was doting on him non stop when he got up because she knew he had to leave. It left him struggling to act normal, like he wasn’t about to drift off from reality. She had noticed something was up, too. Beomgyu had a distant look in his eyes and didn’t pack his lamb in his bag, insisting he wanted to carry it instead. She checked him for a temperature but didn’t find one, so she gave him a tight hug goodbye and let him go.

Lamby, Beomgyu’s lamb stuffie, sat on his lap while he listened to music. He held onto her ear, rubbing the material between his fingers. Everything felt so tall and big compared to how Beomgyu felt. Visually it wasn’t, of course, but the adults around him seemed much more grown up than he did. He couldn’t wait to get home.

Beomgyu was so eager to get off the train that he accidentally hopped off at the wrong stop. Before he realized his mistake, the train was zooming away. His heart dropped. The flat was a good 15 minutes away by train, which meant forever by foot. He had to sit down and collect himself before getting on a different train headed in the same direction. His little self was screaming to break down and cry, but his big self pushed it away. Crying and freaking out would only make things worse.

It took another extra hour for Beomgyu to get home. As he paid his taxi driver, the cold winter wind whipped through his hair and burned his ears. He was holding himself together by a single thread and needed to get inside immediately.

“Thank you.” Beomgyu bowed politely, expecting an equally respectful exchange. The driver, however, scrunched up his face at Beomgyu and tsked.

“Yeah whatever.” He glanced at lamby in Beomgyu’s hands and chuckled. “Weirdo.” He muttered before driving away.

Beomgyu’s façade crumbled and he burst into tears. He ran inside and up the stairs to the third floor. The door clanked heavily against his body, as he slammed it open to get to their door. Distraught sobs exploded from his chest while he stumbled forward and tried to punch in the code. It didn’t work the first or second time. He was about to try again when the door flew open. Like a deer in the headlights, Beomgyu froze and stared wide eyed at Soobin.

“There you are! Oh my god, wait what’s wrong? Was that you crying?” Soobin rushed, taking Beomgyu by the shoulder and dragging him in.

“Appa!” He cried, clinging to Soobin’s shirt.

“Oh- Hi baby. I didn’t know you were little. Are you okay?”

“Driver was mean!” Gyu sobbed. Soobin awed sadly and rubbed his back.

“I’m so sorry, sweetie. They just didn’t know they were with the best boy on the planet! I bet they were mean just to be mean.” The tallest comforted. He listened Beomgyu babble through his tears about how he had hard rough trip back. Soobin nodded and comforted him until his tears dried up.

“Where’s eberyone?” Beomgyu sniffled.

“Taehyun and Kai are in their room and Yeonjun’s in the kitchen. Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.” He nodded.

“Okay, I’ll bring your stuff to your room. You can go get a snack.” Soobin smiled, ruffling his hair.

Beomgyu pulled away from Soobin and shuffled to the kitchen while Soobin took care of his stuff. His stomach rumbled, as he peered around the corner to see if Yeonjun was there. He was! He was standing by the oven with hand on his hip, humming to himself. Beomgyu brought lamby to his face and ran straight for him. He crashed into his body and wrapped his arms tightly around him to say hello.

“Oof! Well hello.” Yeonjun grinned. He was caught off guard, but broke into a huge smile and hugged Beomgyu back. He picked him and spun in a circle, making the younger giggle and squirm.

“I want a snack.” Beomgyu mumbled to him.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m making cookies right now! Here you go.” Yeonjun reached to the counter where a bunch of the cookies were cooling.

Beomgyu took it and bounced up and down for a moment before dropping to the floor. He scooted forward, sitting on Yeonjun’s foot, and wrapped his own arms and legs around his leg. Yeonjun was laughing, confused but entertained.

“What’re you doing?” He giggled.

“I’m a lemur and you’re a tree.” Beomgyu stated, munching away on the cookie. Yeonjun shrugged his shoulders with a smirk and continued on like normal.

“Okay.”

Beomgyu stayed there for about ten minutes. If it wasn’t for his weight on Yeonjun’s foot, the oldest might’ve forgotten he was even there. He had another cookie and eventually got up to find the others. He wandered to the maknaes room and barged in like he owned the place.

“Hi!” He chirped, jumping on top of Kai, who was laying lazily on his bed.

“Hi! You’re finally home!” Kai smiled, giving him a squeeze. The presence of Lamby in Beomgyu’s hand was a dead five away that he was little.

“What’s on your face?” Kai chuckled. He used his thumb to wipe away at the chocolate smudges around Beomgyu’s lips.

“I had a cookie and hyung was my tree. But I’m not a lemur anymore.” Beomgyu babbled cutely. Kai nodded along and scratched his back for him. He has such a fascinating imagination.

“You got a cookie? Yeonjun hyung practically smacked me when I tried to take one.” Taehyun spoke up from the floor where he was doing push ups.

“It’s cause I’m the cutest! I get firsts.” Beomgyu stated proudly.

“Well, I guess I can’t disagree.”

It was so nice to be home. The quiet chatter, the laughs, the smells…it was perfect. Beomgyu relaxed into Kai’s snuggle and sighed contently. He listened to him and Taehyun talk about movie theories, slowly but surely growing sleepy. The maknaes didn’t notice, too engrossed in their conversation to do so. When Soobin stopped by to see what they were up to he thought he’d find them building block towers or pretending with play food. Instead, he saw Beomgyu resting in Kai’s embrace. He panicked for a split second, thinking he might still be upset, but he noticed the lack of tears. Beomgyu yawned cutely with his nose scrunching up and whined. Soobin sat down at the foot of Kai’s bed and watched Kai absentmindedly pet Gyu’s hair to soothe him. Always so gentle, Soobin thought.

“Is it nap time, Beoms?” Soobin asked.

“Mhmm.” Beomgyu pushed himself upright and crawled down the bed to his waiting arms. “Sleepy.”

“I bet. You were up late and had a long trip. Say ni’ night to Tyun and Kai.” Soobin smiled, standing with the boy in his arms.

“Ni’ Night.” Beomgyu waved with his eyes closed and let his head fall onto Soobin’s shoulder.

“Sweet dreams ~” The maknaes singsonged.

Soobin carefully left the room and made his way to Beomgyu’s. While he was with the others, Soobin picked up his room a bit and pulled out all of Beomgyu’s favorite little gear. Some of it was what they had for his younger headspace, like lavender baby lotion and the only paci he owned. It was a solid shade of light blue with a small koala graphic on the white button. He heard Beomgyu make a small noise when he set him down on the bed and handed it to him. Then he tucked him in with his favorite blanket and made his stuffies say good night with different silly voices that made him giggle. Soobin loved the chances he got to baby Beomgyu. He never wanted to miss a single micro second of the warm feeling it gave him. There was something so parental and loving about it that he couldn’t get enough of.

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