Summary: another little one shot where bts don't know one of the members is a little. This time, the little was their leader.

Words: 2332

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Namjoon was breathing heavily in his room, sitting cross-legged on his bed, fidgeting his fingers in his lap.

He had Rj and Chimmy in his arms, the only things keeping him grounded, helping keep him from having a full blown panic attack.

He hasn't fallen into little space for months, and it was making him very stressed and scared to be big for so long.

He had to constantly force himself to stay big, since he knew how scary it was for him to be in little space without a daddy to take care of him.

It was getting harder and harder to resist, though.

Tears were springing up in his eyes, and his bottom lip was wobbling violently as he pouted, trying to will the tears away.

His hands continued to fidget, and they began shaking.

He felt himself starting to slip, so he started to cry harder.

The world around him was starting to feel fuzzy, and he realized how alone he was right now, even though he could hear the others in the other room laughing loudly and messing around.

He started to whimper, his whole body shaking.

He looked around scared, just wanting a daddy to hug him.

He was crying audibly now. It was quiet, but whimpers and moans of despair were falling from his mouth.

He put the hood of his hoodie up, pulling it tight over his head so that it covered his forehead.

He cried louder when he heard someone approaching the door.

There was a knock, and then Hobi was poking his head through, coming in quickly when he saw Namjoon crying.

"D-Daddy!" Namjoon cried loudly, reaching his arms up for Hobi to take him in his arms.

Hobi was shocked, and as he shut the door, he looked at his leader.

He looked so young, so small and defenceless.

"Dad-dy," Namjoon cried again, but this time it came out as a broken whisper.

Hobi walked over to Namjoon, and pulled him into his arms, still lost, but allowed Namjoon to crawl into his lap and cry into his chest, his arms tight around his back.

"What's happened, Nammie?" Hobi whispered, running his hands along Namjoon's back.

"I-I was so scawed," Namjoon cried.

"What were you scared of?" Hobi asked, noticing the mispronunciation of Namjoon's words and the high pitched voice he had.

"I-I didn't have a daddy and I was so scawed and I was awone," Namjoon explained.

Hobi's eyebrows were furrowed in confusion, but he had a sort of understanding of the situation.

"Baby," he said gently, "how old are you, sweetheart?"

"Fwee," Namjoon whispered, "are you mad, daddy?"

"No, baby. I just needed to know. Are you a little, baby?"

Namjoon nodded into Hobi's chest, hugging him tighter.

Hobi hugged back, resting his chin on Namjoon's shoulder.

He cradled Namjoon's head with one of his hands, massaging his scalp.

"I wuv you, daddy," Namjoon whispered, "am I safe now?"

Hobi's eyebrows furrowed, "of course you're safe. Were you not safe before, baby?"

Namjoon shook his head again.

"Why weren't you safe?" Hobi asked, moving Namjoon's head so that the younger had to look at him.

Namjoon blushed, looking at Hobi's concerned look, "cuz no daddy."

"You didn't have a daddy, so you weren't safe?" Hobi asked.

Namjoon nodded.

"How long have you been a little, Namu?" Hobi asked, leaning his forehead against Namjoon's.

Namjoon shrugged, "fowr yeaws?"

"Why didn't you tell anyone, baby?" Hobi ran his hands down Namjoon's arms, when he saw the younger's eyes fill with tears.

"You'd hate me. I'm 'pos'be (supposed to be) your weader," Namjoon explained in a wobbly whisper.

Hobi pulled Namjoon against him, "none of us could ever hate you, baby. Never ever."

Namjoon cried into Hobi's chest at the older's words.

Soon after, he fell asleep.

Hobi was just about to get up so he could lay Namjoon down, when the door burst open.

The maknae line came tumbling in, laughing loudly about something.

They stopped, however, when Hobi aggressively shushed them.

They looked at Hobi, and then Namjoon.

They went quiet when they saw their leader was asleep in Hobi's lap.

They cooed at the sight, but scrambled over to them to ask what was wrong.

Namjoon wasn't the most cuddly person in the group, so the fact that he had fallen asleep in Hobi's lap was concerning.

"Is he okay?" Jungkook whispered.

"What happened?" Taehyung asked at the same time.

"Did something happened?" Jimin asked, also at the same time.

Hobi glared at them, "shut up, all of you, you're gonna wake hi-"

"Daddy?"

Everyone looked at Namjoon, who was looking up at Hobi nervously.

"You're okay, baby. I'm just talking to the others."

Namjoon looked at the other three, leaning his head on Hobi's chest.

He stared at the maknae's with wide eyes, his hand hiding his face partially from fear.

He grabbed his Chimmy plush from beside Hobi, and used it to hide instead of his hand.

"What's going on?" Taehyung whispered, him, Jimin, and Jungkook looking expectantly at Hobi.

"Um..." Hobi started, lamely, "Namjoon's a little. Do you know what that means?"

The three of them shook their heads no.

"It means Namjoon can regress to a much younger age. Mentally, at least. So he thinks he's a lot younger, and will act and talk that way."

"But, why?" Jungkook asked. He didn't mean it in a rude way, he just wanted to understand what their leader was doing.

"I'm not sure," Hobi admitted, "I literally just found out like ten minutes ago. They do it for many reasons, like if they're very stressed, if they have some sort of ptsd, if they get too emotional, or sometimes they just prefer being little and having no responsibilities. Or they like someone taking care of them in a parental way. I'm not sure why Namjoon does it, though."

The maknae's nodded.

"So, how old is Namjoon right now?" Jimin asked.

They saw Namjoon poke his hand out from behind Chimmy, and hold up three fingers for the others to see.

Jungkook grinned like a bunny from his cuteness, and Taehyung pouted from the cuteness.

Jimin smiled, going over to sit next to Hobi.

He carefully took Chimmy from Namjoon, who stared up at Jimin with wide eyes, a slight pout on his lips.

"Hi, Nammie!" He said quietly, "I'm Jiminie."

Namjoon giggled at that, "I know who you are, silly."

Jimin blushed slightly, but laughed with Namjoon, "you don't have to hide from us, baby. We still love you."

Namjoon looked at Taehyung and Jungkook, who smiled at him.

Jungkook moved to sit on the other side of Hobi, and Taehyung sat behind Hobi.

"Nam," Jungkook started, showing his bunny smile, "I wish you would have told us. How long have you been a little?"

Namjoon held four fingers up, and Jungkook nodded.

"Why do you..." Jungkook paused, trying to find the right words.

"Why did you become a little, swearheart?" Taehyung asked for Jungkook, wrapping his arms around both Namjoon and Hobi, resting his chin on Hobi's shoulder.

"Because," Namjoon started, looking down in his lap, "It was so scawy being the leadew. And we were stawting to become so big. And all of you seemed ta know what was happening, but I didn't. And I felt so scawed. I jus wanted to be widdle, because I didn't know what to do."

"Oh, baby," Jimin said, grabbing Namjoon's arms comfortingly, "You should have gone to us, Nammie. We could have helped you through that. You have us now, though. And you always will. Okay?"

Namjoon nodded, fidgeting with the hem of Hobi's shirt.

He placed his forehead against Hobi's chest and kept quiet.

"Are you okay, Nam?" Jungkook asked, worried about the silent boy.

Namjoon nodded, "wan' Jinnie hyung and Yoonie hyung."

"They know he's a little?" Taehyung asked.

Hobi shrugged, "I'm not sure. Maybe?"

Hobi grabbed his phone from his front pocket to call Jin.

When the oldest picked up, Hobi said, "Hey, Jin hyung, Namjoon needs to see you and Yoongi Hyung in his room."

"Is he okay? Did something happen?" Jin asked, worriedly.

"I'm not sure," Hobi replied.

"Yoongi," Hobi heard Jin say, "Nam needs us in his room."

"Tell him we're on our way," Jin said to Hobi, before the line went dead.

"Jinnie and Yoonie are coming, Nam," Hobi said, setting his phone down.

He leaned his back against Taehying, tired from holding Namjoon.

Jin and Yoongi came in a minute later, pausing as they saw everyone else there.

"What happened?" Yoongi asked, walking to the others.

Jin shut the door and followed after the younger.

"Um, I don't know if you know this already, but Namjoon is a little," Hobi said, unsurely.

"A little what?" Yoongi asked, confused.

"He's a little?" Jin shouted, excited.

"A little what!" Yoongi repeated.

"No, not a little anything, hyung," Jimin said, going to Yoongi to explain what Hobi told him to Yoongi.

Jin was prancing around the room excitedly, before he abruptly stopped and ran over to where Namjoon was.

"Nammie baby," he said quietly, "how long have you been a little?"

"Fowr yeaws," Namjoon whispered, "I'm fwee."

"You're three right now?" Jin asked.

Namjoon nodded.

Hobi filled Yoongi and Jin in on what Namjoon had told the others about his little space.

"Yoongi?" He asked, once he finished, "are you okay?"

Yoongi shrugged, his expression passive, "I don't know how to feel. I find it hard to understand why an adult would want to act like a baby."

"Well, he's not acting, hyung," Taehying started, "that's what his mindset is like right now. It's like he actually went back in time and is a three year old."

Yoongi nodded, but his face didn't change.

Then, they heard sniffling.

Everyone looked at Namjoon, and realized he was crying silently, looking up at Yoongi.

"Yoonie doesn't wike N-Nammie?" He asked, pouting up at the older.

He grabbed his Rj plushie, burying his face in it and began to cry loudly.

Yoongi looked alarmed, and rushed over to him.

"Namjoon, I- no, of course I like you. I just, I don't know, I'm having trouble understanding this whole...little, thing. It's a completely new consept to me."

He hugged Namjoon from behind, and listened to the boy's cries quiet down.

"You don't hate Nammie?" Namjoon whispered.

"I'll never hate you," Yoongi replied.

Namjoon nodded, "I'm sleepy. Can we sleep now?"

Yoongi smiled, "you can sleep."

Namjoon nodded again, and rested against Hobi.

"Hey, Namjoon," Hobi said gently, "could you actually sleep with one of the others? I really have to go to the bathroom."

Namjoon nodded and stood up, looking cluelessly around at the others, who were all vigorously volunteering to sleep with Namjoon – except, of course, Yoongi.

Namjoon, feeling overwhelmed and anxious, rushed into Yoongi's arms, burying his face in his chest.

Yoongi stumbled back, startled, and awkwardly wrapped his arms around the younger.

"You want me to sleep with you?" He asked, surprised.

The others were surprised, too, considering how Yoongi had reacted to Namjoon being a little.

Namjoon nodded, "I wuv Yoonie hyungie."

Yoongi blushed, and slowly nodded, "okay. I'll sleep with you. But only this once."

"You're lucky, Hyung," Taehyung joked, patting him on the shoulder.

"Bye, Hyung, take care of Nammie," Jungkook grinned.

"Sweet dreams, Namu," Jimin whispered.

"Bye bye, Nammie baby. Good night, Yoongi," Jin said.

After everyone was gone, Namjoon lead Yoongi to his bed.

"Come on, hyung," Namjoon smiled sleepily.

They got under the covers, and Namjoon clung to Yoongi.

It was awkward and uncomfortable to Yoongi, because they were the two least cuddly members of the band.

And now that Namjoon was three years old mentally, it was even weirder to Yoongi.

He knew he'd have to get over himself, though, because he only wants to see the others happy.

So, while Namjoon slept, Yoongi did his research on littles.

For three hours.

Until he fell asleep with his phone in his hand, that is. The other one was wrapped around Namjoon to keep him secure.

Jin came in briefly to check on them, and smiled when he saw the phone, which was still turned on, in Yoongi's hand.

His smile widened when he saw what the younger was doing with it.

He set the phone on the dresser, kissed both of their foreheads, and left the room. 

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When Yoongi woke up, it was to Namjoon trying to sneak out of his hold two hours later.

When Namjoon saw that Yoongi was awake and had caught him, he squacked, ducking to hide his face from the older.

"Nam," Yoongi said quietly, sleep evident in his voice, "why are you trying to leave?"

"I'm not a little now, Yoongi," Namjoon muttered, embarrassed.

"Oh," Yoongi replied, his cheeks heating up slightly, "well, do you remember what happened while you were?"

Namjoon nodded, "you don't accept that I'm a little. I'm sorry I told you, Hyung. And I'm more sorry for making you sleep next to me after you made it clear that me being a little made you uncomfortable. I know it was wrong of me, but my little self didn-"

Namjoon's words were cut off when he was aggressively pulled into Yoongi's embrace.

"W-What?" He said in surprise.

"While you were sleeping, I did some research on littles. I understand it a lot better now. You're the best leader any of us could have, okay? Whenever you need to be a little, don't hesitate to look for any of us. I know that all six of us won't hesitate to take care of you."

Namjoon's eyes filled with tears, and he layed on top of Yoongi as they hugged.

"Thank you, hyung," he whispered.

"Of course, Nammie."