Jimin had woken up feeling slightly little, but decided to push past the entrance to little space. As he sat up in his bed, he remember what happened yesterday and that he now has another person living in the same apartment as him. Wanting to do something nice and welcoming for the other boy, Jimin decides he will try to cook them some breakfast.

He slides out of the bed and proceeds to put on a light pink sweater and a pair of jeans. Seeing the other side to his closet, the little side, he feels extremely tempted to slip...but he can not let that happen, he wants to make a better impression on Yoongi.

His small feet shuffle him into the bathroom right outside the hall. A small pink and baby blue toothbrush catches his eye. No, now is not the time. His small, pudgy fingers wrap around the plastic of a big boy toothbrush as he brushes his teeth. Once he's combed his hair and applied some makeup, he makes his way down the hall.

What's that?

The small boy's ears fill with the muffled sound of music. It's coming from the den, where Yoongi is staying. Slowly and carefully, Jimin creeps along and peeks his head into the room. It is then, when he sees a sleeping Yoongi with his laptop on top of his lap, headphones on, and his head leaning against the wall, that he's remind of how perfect the other is. Although he wouldn't tell him, Jimin thought Yoongi had all the looks that would make someone very attractive and hot. Even in his sleeping state, Jimin finds Yoongi daddy m-...boyfriend material. Wait what?

He pushes his thoughts aside as he makes his way past the kitchen, knowing very well that his refrigerator did not contain any breakfast food whatsoever. He would have to step into the outside world.

Grabbing his blue wallet and putting on his red converse, he begins to walk out the door and down the small sidewalk.

A thought struck his mind as he looked out onto the roads. A small amount of fog fills the air and not more than five cars are driving down the road. It is probably really early. He didn't even check the time!

Jimin slowly but surely makes his way to the small super market on the corner of a street. Jimin almost forgets, but he grabs a green plastic basket from a stand. Walking around, down numerous aisles, he places butter, bread, jam, and eggs in the basket. Since he doesn't have very much money, he feels sad that he wouldn't buy more to eat...but it'll have to do...

"Eomma! Eomma!" A small girl catches Jimin's attention as she tugs onto her eomma's sleeve. The small child points down an aisle. "Can I have a stuffed Teddy?" She begs. Jimin stares at the Eomma. Say yes.

"No, sweetie. We don't have the time to pick one out, and we don't have the money. Let's go." The child begins to cry. A man walks up behind the two people, he pats the eomma and girl's backs. "What's wrong?"

"Daddy! Mommy said I couldn't get a new Teddy!" She cries, her hands flying to her face. Jimin stands there, feeling extreme sympathy for the child, but what he didn't realize was that he slipped into little space on accident. The basket that was once held by one of his hands, was now being clutched by his two hands. His shoulders had slouched and his posture, too.

The appa of the little girl had went down the aisle and gotten her a Teddy bear.

Minnie wants a Teddy. Minnie wants a daddy.

It's then, when those thoughts run through his mind, that he realised what state he is in. Clutching the basket tightly so it wouldn't fall, he runs down an aisle that's absent of people.

What should he do? Who should he call?

The Little sets his basket down and fumbles through his pockets until he pulls out his phone. The small fingers have trouble pressing the buttons and his mind struggles to make out the words. He scrolls down his contacts until he meets Hoseoks.

Ring. Ring.

'I'm sorry but this person is unavailable right now, leave a message at the tone.'

BEEEP.

Tears swell in the young boy's eyes as he struggles to read the words on his phone. People begin to walk down the halls, but luckily they don't peer into the aisle he is at. His mind makes out the words 'Yoongi' and he hesitates, but pressed the call button.

After the first five rings, Jimin is finally met with a groggy and raspy voice. "Hello?"

"U-Um." Little Jimin's voice is small and quiet. "C-can pick m' up?" He sniffs softly, fighting back the sobs that are wanting to come out.

The line goes silent, except for the sounds of ruffling and bed springs being sat on. "Jimin? Are you...are you little?"

"Mhm." He decides to slide down and sit along a shelf on the aisle, hoping no one will stop and look at him. "Am at store."

The older boy sighs from the other end. At the apartment, Yoongi is contempting what to do and what happened. He knows he can't just leave the little, he has to go get him.

"Okay, I'll be there in five minutes." Just as he's about to cancel the call, a small voice makes itself known.

"M' scared, Yoonie."

Yoongi's heart practically melts. What is this boy doing to him? He stands up quickly, not bothering to change out of his black T-shirt and jeans he accidentally fell asleep in last night and grabs his keys before running out the door to his car and driving.

"I'm almost there. Just stay put, okay?" Yoongi's voice says softly and gentle.

The call ends and soon he finds his way running through the store, looking down numerous aisles.

"Jimin? Where are you?" He says despite all the people that suddenly came into the store. Small cries are muffled, but Yoongi can make them out. He follows the sound until he finds the aisle with Teddy bears and toys.

"Jimin..." He runs up to the boy on the ground. Something comes over the older as he crouches down to the other's level. "Hey, it's okay." He places his hand onto the others shoulder.

The little finally looks up to be met with dark brown eyes and a worried face from the pale boy. "M' sorry." He squeaks out, wiping his tear stained cheeks with the sleeve of the pink sweater.

"No, no. It's okay. I'm here now...it's all good." A strange pulse radiated through Yoongi's body as he touches Jimin's stained cheek. Usually, he's the type that would force this action away, but with Jimin...he just...needs to. He feels the need to help the younger and care for him.

"Tell Hyung what you were doing?" The older gestures to the basket.

"Minnie...Big Jimin was gonna make breakfast...for Yoonie." Jimin grabbed the basket and let's the other see what's inside.

Yoongi has to force himself not to let a coo out at the younger. He's too cute.

"Really? You we're going to do that? We can still make breakfast. Let's get you home." He grabs the youngers hand, pulling him up gently.

To his surprise, the Little has no intent to let go of his hyung's hand. At all. He clutches it tightly, loving how his small hands feel in the other's big ones. Yoongi picks up the basket and together they make their way to the front.

As Yoongi himself pays for the groceries, Jimin can't help but notice all the people staring at him.

"I need this hand for a second. Can you let go, please?" Yoongi asks and the other obliges. Once Yoongi has pulled out his cash and given it to the cashier, Jimin' hand darts back to Yoongi's.

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The drive home was quiet and when they entered the apartment, Jimin immediately ran to his room.

The older figures that he would just make breakfast, even though he was going to ask Jimin if he wanted to help...

Once it's done, Jimin still hasn't come out of his room. Yoongi approaches the brown door and raises his fist to knock three times. The silence is torturing but at last, whimpers can be heard from the behind the door.

The handle turns slightly and Yoongi is met with a crying, little Jimin dressed in a baby blue shirt and overalls.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The older's head tilts to the side slightly at the sight.

The little shakes his head. Yoongi grabs the smaller's hands and leads him to the living room couch.

"It's okay, you can stop crying. Tell hyung what's wrong." Yoongi rubs circles onto the little's back as he hugs him gently.

"Em...embear..."

"Embarrassed?"

He nods his head into the hug, the crying sniffling out and turning into quiet whimpers only Yoongi can hear. "It'll be okay. Don't go out while you're in little space without me, okay? Always make sure I'm with you."

"W-Why?"

"So I can protect you and make sure that you're safe and okay." His voice comes out smaller than usual, something about this boy has a real effect on him...he loves it.

"B-But m' scared."

"Of what?"

"Minnie scared f' bein' little around Yoonie. Yoonie will hate Minnie an...an think Minnie is freak." Yoongi suddenly pulls away, earning a soft cry from the younger.

"That is not true." He grabs the small hands and looks right at the little. "I would never ever hate you because you're little. Being little is special and...and cute. I would never think you're a freak, okay? Trust Hyung."

"Cute?"

The elder nods. Jimin pulls Yoongi in for another hug.

Yoongi hyung thinks he's cute. YOONGI HYUNG THINKS MINNIE IS CUTE!

"Thanks." Jimin says softly.

The two finally made their way into the kitchen to start eating breakfast, even though Yoongi had to warm it up.

Maybe this is the start of something.