Summary: after yoongi has a mortifyingly embarrassing accident, sort of in public, he feels ashamed. The others, however, are quick to comfort and take care of him.

(Note: this story doesn't contain little space [Yoongi isn't a little in this], though it does contain sub space)

Words: 2240

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Yoongi honest to god wanted the ground to swollow him whole.

He's 26 years old, for God's sake, yet he just peed his fucking pants.

He had been holding it in and didn't realize how badly he needed to go until he was in his dressing room, and was told not to leave – a sasaeng had apparently somehow gotten past security and was looking for the boys.

Yoongi had been bouncing on his feet, pacing around the room, trying to distract himself from the fact that he needed to pee.

But, to his complete horror, he wasn't strong enough to hold it in for that long.

His pants, now completely wet, along with his underwear, was cold and sticking to his legs.

He'd probably end up with a rash, unless he changed into dry, clean clothes.

Thank God he was in his dressing room, because he was able to change into a pair of sweats.

He hid his soiled clothes behind the couch, grimacing from the smell. He couldn't bare the thought of the others finding it.

He was relieved that the other boys hadn't been in the dressing room when they were told to stay where they were, and that Yoongi was alone in there for once.

He was trying to relax on the couch when he heard a knock on the door.

"Yoongi?" Came the voice of Hobi, "it's us. The sasaeng is gone now."

Yoongi walked to the door shakily, opening the door timidly, smiling tight lipped at Hobi.

Hobi hugged him, misinterpreting Suga's shaken demeanor as an after effect of the sasaeng.

"It's alright, Yoongi."

The others piled into the dressing room, laying around on the couch and chairs.

They asked if he had been alright, to which he replied as casually as he could.

Yoongi fiddled with his fingers when he saw Jimin and Taehyung sitting on the couch.

He gulped again when he saw Taehyung sniffing at the air with a confused frown.

"Suga," Namjoon called, "you changed your clothes?"

"Um," Yoongi paled, "yeah. I-I wasn't comfortable in my p-pants."

Technically, he didn't lie. But he didn't tell the truth, either.

Namjoon nodded, "Where're your pants? We'll need to bring them back with us so we can wash them."

Yoongi stared at him.

Namjoon frowned, before getting up from where he was sitting on one of the chairs, "are you alright? Are you shaken from the sasaeng?"

"Uh," Yoongi trembled slightly, his cheeks red, fiddling with his fingers, "yeah."

He wasn't. In fact, he didn't care about whoever the saesang was, but it was a good cover up for his weird behavior.

Namjoon ingulfed him in a hug, and Yoongi couldn't help but lean into him, inhaling his comforting scent and the warmth radiating from him.

"Uh, Namjoon hyung?" Tae said awkwardly.

Namjoon looked over at the boy, and Yoongi hid his face in Namjoon's chest, already assuming the boy found his soiled clothes.

Taehyung was, in fact, holding up the clothes, which he had found stuffed behind the couch, careful not to touch the wet part.

All six of the members looked at Yoongi with concern, who sniffled in shame from the deafening silence.

He knew they were all looking at him, probably with disgust and anger.

He didn't want to see that.

"Yoongi, baby," Namjoon whispered, running his hand through Yoongi's hair, his soft tone startling Yoongi.

The pet name and the action sent butterflies though his stomach, but he didn't reply.

Namjoon could feel wet spots appearing on his shirt, which meant Yoongi was crying.

The others walked over to the two, and Jimin hugged him from the back.

"Is that why you changed, hyung?" He asked quietly.

Yoongi nodded.

"Did you do that because you were scared of the sasaeng?" Namjoon asked.

Yoongi shook his head, sniffling again.

"Is there something wrong that we don't know about?" Asked Hobi, running his hand along Yoongi's arm.

Yoongi shook his head, but said, muffled by Namjoon's shirt, "I-I couldn't hold it."

Shame flooded his body as he waited for taunting to come.

But that didn't happen.

"Oh, Yoongi," Jin said, sadly, "that's okay. You're human."

"Yeah, hyung," Jungkook added, "this has happened to everyone at some point. I used to pee my pants all the time when I was little because I couldn't hold it for more than five minutes."

Some of the boys laughed from what Jungkook said, which made Yoongi smile but Jungkook pout.

"Hyung, we were told to stay where we were while security looked for the saesang. It took quite a while, so what happened is understandable," Tae comforted, placing a hand on Yoongi's shoulder, "you don't need to be embarrassed about this."

There was a murmer of agreement before their manager walked in, telling them they needed to go home now.

Yoongi was the first one out of the room.

The others tried to talk to him in the car about it, but he still felt too ashamed to look at any of them, or to respond to any of them.

When they got home, Yoongi rushed into his room, falling on his bed and burying himself under his covers.

He began to cry, feeling so embarrassed and ashamed in himself.

There was a knock on the door, and the person opened it and walked in without waiting for a reply.

"Hyung," Taehyung whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed next to Yoongi, rubbing his back.

"T-Tae," Yoongi sniffled, lifting his head to look at Taehyung, "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry you had to see that."

Taehyung pouted at Yoongi, engulfing him in a hug, "don't cry, baby. It's okay, really. Things like this happen sometimes. No one is mad at you, we all want to make sure you're okay, okay?"

Yoongi just cried into his shoulder.

"Were you able to get cleaned up?" Taehyung asked after a moment.

Yoongi went still in his arms, so Taehyung took that as a no.

Taehyung sighed sadly, "Hyung, you could get a rash. Or an infection. Let's get you cleaned up, alright?"

Yoongi blushed crimson, nodding silently as Taehyung guided him to the bathroom.

Yoongi hid his face in his hands when Taehyung started to tug his sweats down

"Can I keep going?" Taehyung asked, looking at Yoongi for consent.

Yoongi nodded, hiding half of his face behind his hands.

Taehyung pulled Yoongi's sweats down to his knees.

"Hyung, you're not wearing underwear?" Taehyung said, his own face red from the unexpected sight he got when he pulled the sweats down.

"I-I got my only clean pair...dirty," Yoongi explained quietly, the last word coming out as a barely audible whisper.

Taehyung nodded in understanding.

He took Yoongi's shoes off carefully, "let's take these off completely, then. They're probably dirty now, too."

Taehyung helped Yoongi out of his sweats, throwing them into the hamper.

He got up to get a wash cloth from a cabinet, running it under warm water to dampen it, ringing it out.

He knelt in front of Yoongi, who was still blushing, his hands completely covering his face.

"Can I clean you up, Hyung?" Taehyung asked softly, rubbing Yoongi's calf reassuringly.

"Y-Yes," Yoongi whispered back.

Taehyung nodded, though Yoongi couldn't see.

Taehyung began gently rubbing Yoongi's skin where he assumed it would need cleaning, constantly asking Yoongi if his touches were okay, especially when cleaning his actual privates.

When Taehyung was finished, he stood up and placed the washcloth in the sink, wrapping his arms around Yoongi.

"Thank you for letting me clean you," he whispered.

Yoongi hugged back, tucking his head into the crook of Taehyung's chest.

Taehyung pulled away a moment later, "come on, Hyung. Let's get you dressed."

Taehyung grabbed Yoongi's hand, gently guiding the older out of the bathroom.

He made Yoongi sit on his bed while he got a new pair of sweats, a new shirt, and some underwear.

He dressed Yoongi, and noticed the glazed-over look in the older's eyes and the way Yoongi would occasionally hum quietly while Taehyung was caressing him comfortingly.

"There you go," Tae muttered, cupping the side of Yoongi's face with one of his hands.

Yoongi leaned into it, closing his eyes for a second.

Taehyung then picked Yoongi up, who immediately wrapped himself around Taehyung and let the younger lead him out of the room.

Taehyung took him to the living room, where all the others were.

"Is he okay?" Jimin asked worriedly.

Taehyung nodded, setting Yoongi on the couch before sitting next to him.

"Yoongi," Namjoon began, causing Yoongi, and the others, to look at him expectantly, "I don't want you to be embarrassed or ashamed over what happened, okay?"

Yoongi nodded, staying silent.

"We all love you very much, Hyung. Don't think any less of yourself because of this," Jimin said.

The others agreed.

Yoongi blushed, "I love you too, Jiminie."

Jimin smiled fondly at Yoongi, before opening his arms.

"Give me a hug, Hyung."

Yoongi got up and went to the opposite couch, climbing into Jimin's lap to give him a hug.

Jin walked to Tae then, whispering to him, "where are his dirty clothes?"

Taehyung got up, leading Jin to Yoongi's room. He handed Jin the sweats Yoongi had originally changed into, and then shuffled through Yoongi's bag he had brought with them today.

Once he found the rest of the dirty clothes, he handed them to Jin, too.

"Thanks, V," Jin smiled.

Taehyung smiled back, walking with Jin back to the living room.

Jin went to wash Yoongi's clothes while Taehyung joined the others on the couch, where they were all gathered around Yoongi.

"Such a sweet baby, hm," he heard Jimin mutter.

"You're so lovely, Yoongi, we love you so much," Jungkook smiled, caressing his thigh gently.

"Always such a good Hyung to us, princess," Namjoon said as he peppered soft kisses along Yoongi's arm.

"Always working so hard. You need a break, baby," Hobi said sternly, gently cradling Yoongi's chin in his hand.

Yoongi was still in Jimin's lap, but now he was leaning his back against Jimin's chest.

"What's this?" Taehyung asked, confusion written all over his face.

He'd never heard the boys talk that way before, especially to Yoongi.

He had his suspicions on what was going on, however.

"Yoongi's in sub space," Jimin said quietly, kissing Yoongi's neck softly.

Taehyung hummed.

Yoongi's head felt fuzzy, and he felt warm and safe surrounded by the others.

He turned his head back to look up at Jimin, who smiled warmly down at him.

He felt the others gently touching, kissing, caressing his skin. He could hear their words of endearment and encouragement, and he couldn't even remember why they were giving him this treatment in the first place; all he knew was that he didn't want it to end.

He stared into Jimin's loving eyes, falling into him. Jimin chuckled, steadying his hyung by holding his shoulders steady.

Yoongi turned back around, straddling Jimin like he had been when they hugged.

He puckered his lips in a pouty manner, looking at Jimin expectantly.

Jimin chuckled fondly, giving Yoongi a short and sweet peck on the lips.

"Where's Jin hyung?" Yoongi asked sleepily, laying against Jimin's chest.

"He's doing some laundry," Taehyung whispered, kissing Yoongi's temple twice.

Yoongi hummed, folding his hands between his and Jimin's chest.

"I love you," he said to no one in particular.

He got six 'I love you's' in reply.

Jin came back shortly after, leaning over the back of the couch, over Jimin's shoulder, to kiss Yoongi's forehead before kissing Jimin's forehead.

He kissed Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon and Hobi on the forehead, too, before he walked around to the other side of the couch.

"Are you okay, Yoongi-ah?" He asked softly, crouching in front of him.

He placed a hand on Jimin's thigh, the other one rubbing Yoongi's arm.

Yoongi hummed. "Hyung," he mumbled sleepily.

"What is it, baby?" Jin asked.

"Carry me to my room. 'm tired."

The others chuckled in fondness from the older's cuteness.

Soekjin smiled, picking the younger up from Jimin's chest.

"Let's go, baby."

Seokjin placed Yoongi in his bed, kissing his forehead again.

"Are you okay on your own? Or do you want one of us?"

"Wan' you 'n Jungkookie," Yoongi replied, on the verge of sleep.

Seokjin nodded, quickly retrieving the youngest from the living room, bidding the others goodnight.

He and Jungkook layed on either side of Yoongi, cuddling him close.

"Thank you," Yoongi whispered.

Jungkook kissed the back of Yoongi's head in reply, while Jin kissed his nose.

And, the next morning when Yoongi woke up, he wasn't as embarrassed about his previous behaviour as he thought he would be.

How could he,when he had Jungkook's bunny face tucked into the crook of his neck, Jin's worldwide handsome face sleeping peacefully on the other side of him, and Taehyung, who mysteriously appeared in the night, laying on top of him, leaving a pool of drool on his shirt?

Yoongi kissed Taehyung's forehead, before going back to sleep in the warmth of the others.