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[nana2009]

>takes break >makes davekat >aw frick darnit!

[anotherkpopvictim]

Come Back To Me - NamJinKook Littlespace Drabble

(Source - nochuie)

“mami-200o asked: Hey I love your blog it’s real cute and your writing is amazing, if requests are still open can I ask for little Jungkook being really clingy with his care givers (Namjin) and maybe having separation anxiety and stuff. Just super soft and fluffy. Maybe they need to leave the house and Jungoo has to stay behind and he gets upset. Thank you 🥺💗“

A/N: Ooh, my first poly request! I hope I did your request justice :) Also, I added some background Taegi, I hope you don’t mind!

Relationship: Little!Jungkook X Caregiver!Namjoon X Caregiver!Jin

Rating: T

Words: 2332

Light angst, fluff, non-sexual

WARNINGS: Jungkook gets close to having a panic attack (I put this just because I don’t want to trigger anyone)

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Jungkook couldn’t get to sleep.

He had his favorite blanket (giant, red and fluffy) wrapped around him, trying desperately to make up for the lack of arms holding him close. He preferred the warms chests to the chilly pillow he had under his head.

The young man sighed out for the nth time in the last forty-eight hours - ever since they left.

“Y-You’re going to come back, right?” Jungkook knew it was a dumb question, but he couldn’t help himself. His little side needed reassurance.

Namjoon and Jin, his caregivers (and boyfriends) had to leave for three-day conference in Los Angeles, and due to his work schedule, Jungkook wasn’t able to go with them. And there was no way he was going to leave the grandma (Jungkook called her Nana) that owned the bakery he worked at on such short notice.

So now, Jungkook was seeing his boyfriends off, all of them full of anxiety. This would be the longest they’d been away from each other since they became boyfriends, so they were all a little on edge.

“Of course we’re coming back,�� Namjoon ruffled his hair fondly, eyes wrinkling in a bittersweet smile. “Don’t be silly, bun.”

Jungkook pouted, “I’m gonna miss you.”

Arms circled around his midsection from behind and kisses were pressed to the back of his head. “Gonna miss you too, baby. Love you so much.” Jin said into his hair.

Namjoon pressed forward so they were in a Jungkook sandwich. “Me too. Love you, baby.”

Jungkook couldn’t help the whine that bubbled up in his throat as he tightened his arms around Namjoon, doing his best to bury the sound further into his chest. “I’m gonna miss you guys the most.” he sniffled, trying desperately not to cry. “Just come back to me.”

Words of “promise” were whispered into his ear, kisses all along his face following the words.

As Jungkook waved and watched the back of Yoongi’s car disappearing down the road, he finally let his tears begin to fall.

Taehyung was at his side in seconds, long arms wrapping around him comfortingly. “Let’s go inside, Kookie. Do you wanna cuddle until Yoongi gets back?”

The younger sniffled pitifully and nodded, allowing his best friend to guide his slumped body back into the condo.

Since then, two days have passed (Fifty-six hours and ten minutes, not that he was counting) and Jungkook was having a ridiculously hard time coping without his hyungs. It was embarrassing how badly he was affected, how much he craved for the familiar warmth of their bodies holding him close.

Sure, Taehyung and Yoongi were staying with him to keep him company, and they both gave amazing cuddles whenever he needed, but they weren’t his boyfriends. They weren’t his caregivers.

It was only about eleven o’clock at night, but he was still surprised when someone knocked on his bedroom door.

“Hey, Kook,” Taehyung peeked his head in and gave the younger a kind of sheepish look. “Your hyungs are on the phone for you.” he waved around his phone, making it light up with the call screen.

Jungkook thought for a moment, Why didn’t Namjoon and Jin just call me themselves? Then, it clicked. It was some kind of bad news. Something they needed to tell Taehyung first.

With shaking hands, the younger took the phone and pressed it against his ear. He gulped, “H-Hello?”

“Hey, baby,” Jin’s soft voice sent a wave of relief over him instinctively, “How are you doing? Sorry, we haven’t gotten time to call you.”

“I’m alright, hyung. Just r-really missing you.” Jungkook tried so hard to hold back the emotions overwhelming him.

“Ah, bunny,” Namjoon’s velvety voice was muffled a bit by the phonecall, but it still sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine. “We’ve been missing you so much, too.”

“I-Is there something wrong?” Jungkook asked, unable to stop himself. He couldn’t ignore the bad feeling in his gut.

“W-Well...” Jin hesitated.

For a moment, it sounded like someone covered the phone with their hand as the younger heard muffled whispers and ruffling noises. Then, Namjoon was speaking again, “Jungkookie, baby, there was a mix up with our return airplane tickets. We’re not getting out tomorrow, it will be two more days until we can get home.”

Two more days of this torture? Jungkook thought to himself wiltingly.

“We’ll be back on Monday morning, eight in the morning your time,” Jin said, sounding sorry.

“O-Okay,” Jungkook said quietly. Taehyung had his arms around him again (it was a common occurrence anyway, but especially during the last few days) and it did make the younger feel somewhat better.

“I’m so sorry, love,” Namjoon said, “I wish we could get back to you sooner, but there’s just nothing we can do.”

“No, I-I understand. I’m just sad.”

“Us too, baby,” Jin whispered, and the wavering of his voice was clear even over the phone. “Us too.”

That night was a mess of tears (on Jungkook’s part, but Taehyung and Yoongi both teared up at seeing their friend so upset) and limbs (Taehyung was an aggressive cuddler, but Jungkook wasn’t complaining).

The next two days passed in a slow blur where Jungkook didn’t really feel all there. He was in a haze, feeling more and more vulnerable as the hours went by.

It all built up and up until it finally spilled over Sunday morning, when Jungkook was working a shift at the bakery.

He’d managed through the baking part alright, but when it came time to decorate, things went wrong.

His mind kept wandering off to Namjoon’s dimples and Jin’s eye smile, how they hugged Jungkook so tightly he almost couldn’t breathe. Just the way he liked it. How his Appa and Daddy sometimes gave him kisses all over his face. Jungkook loved it when they did that - when they showered him in all their love at the same time.

Jungkook shook himself out his daze and looked down to see a sight that made his eyes widen.

He was supposed to cover the cupcakes evenly in a variety of light blue, pink and white icing, but instead, he’d used all the colors to create a messy but kind of cute flower pattern on the top. Then, at some point, he had apparently grabbed the sparkly silver sprinkles and dumped a hold load of them all over the cupcakes.

Jungkook took a step back in shock for a moment before he realized that in his daydreaming he had slipped into littlespace. He stumbled and fell to the floor as he looked around with wide eyes.

“Kook-ah,” Nana poked her head into the back of the bakery, worry in her eyes. “Are you alright, dear?”

All Jungkook could do was shake his head. He’d never slipped in public like this before. At least he and his boyfriends had made a plan just in case this very scenario ever happened.

“Take your time, Kookie,” Nana said, “Call someone to get you home if you need to, love. You look like you need some time off.”

“T-Thank you, Nana.” he managed out, trying his best to keep his Big Boy voice going.

As soon as Nana left the kitchen and returned to the bakery, Jungkook grabbed at his phone from his (thankfully nearby) jacket. His fingers shook as he tried to find the right number.

“TaeTae-hyungie? Kookie n-needs help!”

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Yoongi cuddled with a crying Jungkook on his bed that night, while Taehyung was in the other room on the phone with Namjoon and Seokjin, who were at the Shanghai airport waiting for their layover flight.

“Yeah, he’s fine, hyungs,” Taehyung assured them for the millionth time, “He ate a little bit of mac and cheese earlier for me, so he’s still eating, and he’s been in and out of consciousness today. He keeps wearing himself out with his crying, but at least he’s getting some sleep.”

“Oh, my poor baby,” Jin sounded heartbroken. Taehyung could picture him covering his mouth with his hand in anguish.

“Taehyung, do you think we could talk to him?” Namjoon asked.

Taehyung made an unsure noise and bit his lip between his teeth, “I don’t know, hyung, I think hearing your voices might make things worse right now. Might set him off.”

Jin sighed, “Yeah, I guess you’re right. Well, just tell our baby that we love him a lot, okay?”

“I will, hyung. I promise,” Taehyung replied, “Have a safe flight.”

It took another hour of crying before Jungkook finally couldn’t cry anymore once again. He was passed out cold on the bed and Yoongi slipped away to talk to Taehyung quickly.

“It’s so hard to see him like that,” Taehyung mumbled into his boyfriend’s shoulder. They had been avoiding any PDA with Jungkook around, not wanting to remind him that his own boyfriends were away.

“It is,” Yoongi agreed, pressing a kiss to the side of the younger’s head. “It reminds me of when that first Christmas that we got together. You went home and I went on vacation to Japan with my family.”

Taehyung hummed, “The first time we were away from each other for more than a day or two.”

“Those two weeks sucked,” Yoongi grumbled, “But we definitely weren’t as close then as Jungkook, Namjoon and Jin are now. So I can’t imagine how bad it is for all of them.”

“They’ll be here soon. Jungkook’s going to be fine.”

Or maybe, not so fine.

Three hours later, the little startled awake, shaking and teary eyes wide as he looked around frantically. “Where D-Daddy? And A-Appa?” he asked, voice wavering already.

“They’ll be here soon, bunny,” Taehyung replied, trying to shush the younger back to sleep before there was another round of crying. It appeared to do the opposite, as in his haste to calm the little, Taehyung let that special name slip.

“No! O-Only Daddy and Appa can call K-Kookie that!” Jungkook said, voice not quite at a shout but getting there. He looked more hurt than angry about it.

“Jungkookie, sweetheart, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

Jungkook could feel the familiar feelings of a panic attack coming on. His heart was beginning to beat faster, his palms rapidly becoming damp.

Where were his Daddies? Why weren’t they here? Did they not love Kookie anymore?

A whine made its way out of Jungkook’s throat and he lifted his sweaty hands to clutch at the front of Taehyung’s shirt. “H-Hyungieeee, please. Need Daddies.” he whimpered.

Taehyung was doing his best to keep the younger calm as more time passed and eventually Yoongi slipped out of the condo to go pick up Namjoon and Jin. They both knew that Jungkook wasn’t in any shape to go to the airport and meet them there.

It felt like forever before the front door to open again, but it finally did just as Taehyung’s throat was getting sore from singing lullabies to Jungkook.

As soon as Taehyung heard the definite voice of Namjoon from the entryway, he turned to Jungkook. “Kookie, sweetie, your Daddies are back!”

The younger shot up from where they had been cuddling and began scrambling off the bed and out of the room while Taehyung tried to keep him from tripping over everything. He sniffled and ran like his life depended on it.

The moment that Jungkook skidded into the hallway and spotted Namjoon and Jin in the entryway, he cried out, “D-Daddy! Appa!”

Namjoon caught his baby with a grunt as he threw himself into his arms, Jin already there to rub the younger’s back. “Hi, bun. We missed you.” Namjoon said.

“We did.” Jin echoed.

“Kookie missed Daddies s-so much. So much, he don’t even know how much!”

Everyone in the condo resisted the urge to coo.

“Oh, my poor little baby, huh?” Jin took Jungkook swiftly into his own arms, allowing Namjoon to finish taking off his jacket and hanging it up. The oldest nuzzled at the side of the little’s face, pressing soft, reassuring kisses there.

Jungkook smacked a big kiss on Jin’s cheek before twisting around a bit to do the same to Namjoon. Taehyung and Yoongi watched on in the background fondly.

“K-Kookie almost thought Daddies didn’t love him anymore,” the little admitted sheepishly, “He had sad thoughts.”

“Well, you don’t ever need to worry about that, baby boy,” Namjoon’s voice rumbled against his back, “Your Daddy and I love you so much. It’s not possible for us to ever not love you, bunny.”

“You’ll always be our bunny, Kookie. Remember that, alright?” Jin added softly.

Jungkook nodded into Jin’s chest. “Kookie will. He got scared. Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, love,” Namjoon bopped his nose with a finger, causing it to scrunch cutely. “It’s okay to be scared sometimes.”

After Jungkook gave two big hugs to Yoongi and Taehyung and saw them off with his Daddies, the three reunited boyfriends cuddled up on the couch, squishing the little between the two taller ones, just as he liked it.

They started playing The Little Mermaid on the television, and Jin even made them all some hot chocolate (he may have only done it just to be able to see his baby’s eyes light up with excitement again).

Jungkook knew that even though his anxiety sometimes got the best of him, his Daddies would never fall out of love with him. They were too close and they just loved him too much, just as they had said before.

Though countless panic attacks were inevitable in the future, Jungkook knew that everything would be okay, because he had his Daddies with him, right by his side.

Jungkook smiled almost dopily and snuggled deeper into his boyfriends’ embrace. They responded easily by tightening their grip on him.

Above him, Namjoon grinned at the younger’s cuteness before he leaned over to kiss Jin quickly on the lips. Then, the two of them attacked Jungkook’s face and neck with loving kisses, causing the little to burst out in adorable giggles.

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A/N: So this kind of took off in its own direction before I could stop it. I hope it was okay, though. Let me know what you think.

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[xsandjenos]

Lovesick / Na Jaemin

Summary: You have a crush on the school nurse’s assistant, Na Jaemin and the only way to visit him is by getting “sick,” but the closest you are to being sick is well, lovesick.

Word Count: 969 words

Genre: fluff, highschool au, bulleted scenario

A/N: I thought it’d be nice to post something more lighthearted after my Spider-Man!Jeno au post. I hope you guys like it! My sister told me to put Nana in this scenario since he got scouted by SM while volunteering. What a sweetheart, I love him lol Also,I wanna try opening requests for a little and see how I can do with it so leave some in my inbox if you want to and I’ll try my best!

Almost everyone knew of the high school’s infamous nursing assistant, Na Jaemin

He needed volunteer hours, and since he had a free period he figured why not help out.

He mostly organized medical papers and restocked any needed supplies, such as bandages and ice packs

Jaemin was an expert at comforting people who were in distress. When it was vaccination season he offered to hold hands with those who feared needles

He’d chat with students about their day as they got their shots distracting them from their vaccination

Jaemin just had this charisma that drew people towards him

Eventually, you found yourself being drawn towards him too

It started one day when you’d badly scraped your knee during a game of soccer in P.E

Your teacher sent you to the nurse’s office to have your wound cleaned

You walked in and slid into the rolling chair with ease, waiting to be treated so you could return to your game

And then there he was, Na Jaemin smiling brightly at you. He winced once he saw how badly you had hurt yourself

“That doesn’t look good,” he said as he knelt down to analyze your knee.

“Let’s clean this up, and you’ll be back to scoring goals,” he grinned

You winced in pain, you could feel the burning sensation of the alcohol as he cleaned your wound

“Sorry, just a little bit more and you’ll be done.”

He gazed up at you, he could sense your pain. He took your hand, “just relax.”

He continued to hold your hand, rubbing circles into the back of your hand, providing you with a sense of comfort

He placed a band aid on your knee, and gave you a satisfied smile.

“My work here is done,”

You could feel the ghost of his palm. Your hands already returning to its usual cold

You left the nurse’s office that day with a bandaged knee and a newfound crush

The following day, you ran into Jaemin on your way to English

“Hey, Y/N how’s your knee?”

“B-better,” is all you manage to get out because you can’t help but notice the way his eyes shine when he grins, or how good he looks even when his button up is full of creases

“I’m glad you’re feeling better Y/N.”

You’re so dazed by the whole encounter you end up being late for English

It was difficult to focus on the various themes of the current novel study when the daydreams of the nurse’s assistant clouded your mind.

Unable to wait until your next encounter you raised your hand, “Excuse me, I feel dizzy. May I go to the nurse’s office?”

You once again found yourself sitting on the stained cot

“We meet again, does your knee still hurt?”

“Uh, I have a headache.”

He raised an eyebrow in suspicion unsure of whether or not you were really in any actual pain.

He didn’t mind though, he enjoyed your visits. Seeing you try to come up with an excuse to see him made his day

Jaemin had seen you around school before you began visiting the nurse’s office. He always saw you nose deep in a textbook studying in the library

He admired your hard working attitude and genuine personality. Unfortunately, his new job had been keeping him busy, so he never really got the chance to get to know you

So when you came into the office for the second time he was more than happy to help you with your “headache”

“All I can do right now is give you some Tylenol. I don’t want to give you a heavy dose of any meds. It might be dangerous.”

You accepted the pills, but since you weren’t really sick you put them into your pockets once Jaemin turned around

But he could still see you from the corner of his eye. He did his best to hide his smirk.

He made his way over to you, his gaze unwavering. Just meeting his eyes gave you the faintest blush

“Let me know if your headache gets worse.” He said as he took your hand to place a late slip in your palm.

The bell had already rung but you were in no rush to get to your next class.

“You better get going,” Jaemin advised with a wink.

You ducked out the door hiding your reddening face as you left

over the course of the next few weeks you continued to visit Jaemin

By this point you already used every excuse you could imagine; stomach aches, headaches, nausea..you’d begun to run out of ideas

“If you really do get sick this much maybe you should visit an actual doctor,” Jaemin chuckled as he took your temperature.

“Hmm..you don’t seem like you have a fever.”

“I really don’t feel well though,” you replied.

“I can call a doctor.”

“No no, that’s not necessary.” You told him, failing to meet his gaze

“Y/N, are you really sick?” He questioned as his lips quirked up. “If I didn’t know any better maybe you’re just faking being sick.”

Your cover had been blown, there was no use in making up anymore excuses

“I guess I just wanted to see you,” you admitted.

Your confession took Jaemin by surprise he didn’t expect you actually confess. He broke into a grin unable to contain his excitement

“So you do like me?”

“Y-yeah, I do,” you stuttered.

“Y/N, you could’ve just asked me to go on a date,” Jaemin laughed.

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same way.”

“Well, I do. So can I take you out on a date Y/N?” he asked, resting his hands on your waist

“Right now?! I have a class next period.”

“I’ll write you a note from the nurse,” he replied taking your hand and guiding you out the door.