Yoongi has woken up slightly earlier than he usually would, but he is restless to say. The previous day he had been listening to a Little Jimin all alone in his room. The Little was either sobbing softly or cooing as he would color in the lines for a change. Even though Jimin didn't know, Yoongi was worried. Quite frankly, the older really wanted to help the Little. He wanted to ask why the boy was crying and that it'd be okay. Ever since the incident at he super market, Jimin had been isolating himself while in Little Space.

When Jimin was big, him and Yoongi would hang out, but not without some tension between them. They were both hopelessly attracted to each other and neither one could give an explanation on how they were attracted to fast.

As of now, Yoongi is sitting on the couch, looking at nothing but the blackened screen of the tv while he sipped his small mug of coffee. The thought of Jimin running through his mind at an extraordinary mile per hour. He's given it thought of course, but he really wants to help Jimin, while he's Little and big. Yoongi had always felt useless and many people would tell him that, he feels that if he helped Jimin, he'd be useful. He's just scared of what the younger would say because they just met a week and a half ago. Even though they both have things in common and very much enjoy each other's company, the thought of losing the younger due to Yoongi asking to care for him is frightening.

A loud bang pulls Yoongi out of his thoughts. His head snaps around toward the hall as he spots Jimin dressed in a tight white t-shirt and black pants. He's hopping along, mumbling small shots of profanity as he struggles to put his shoe on.

"Hey." Yoongi says softly on accident.

The younger shoots Yoongi a glare and his eyes widen. "Woah! What are you doing up so early?" He asked out of surprise. He runs into the kitchen, grabbing a bag and stuffing nutrition bars inside before speed walking back into the living room.

"I couldn't sleep. Where are you going?" Yoongi's voice, raspy and low came out gentle.

"To work, obviously."

Yoongi couldn't help but take the hint of rudeness in the younger's voice. His face scrunches slightly. Why would he be so rude this time of the morning?

With a slam, Jimin exits the house and begins to run down the road, duffle bag in hand.

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Jimin runs as fast as he can. He recently got a job as a dance instructor at Big Hit Entertainment, and currently he is running quite late.

When he woke up this morning, he felt extremely little and was longing for attention. Once the Little Jimin made out the time on the clock, he realized he had to force himself out of Little Space and into his big head space to go to work. And they made him extremely stressed out and mad at himself for being a Little in the first place.

According to Jimin, the past days with Yoongi have went well and he couldn't ask for a better roommate...well...maybe a roommate that was also his daddy.

Jimin knows that Yoongi felt bad that he would stay in his room during Little Space, but Jimin is just afraid that if he was around Yoongi in that head space, that he'd accidentally call the older the D word. Daddy.

Jimin pushes everything aside at home as he enters the monstrous building. He used the elevator and soon came to the floor that was assigned to him.

Once he entered the big dance studio room, his jaw dropped. All the walls except for one was a mirror and Jimin has never seen such clean glass before. His gaze travels to the floor...it is so shiny. His shoes squeak with every step and he loves it.

"Hello!" Jimin's attention turns toward the door. A mother and three boys enter the room. "Are you their dance instructor? They're training to be in a kid group..."

Jimin nods and gives the eomma a big cheeky smile as he shakes her hand. "Yes, I'm Minn- Jimin! It's nice to meet you. I can assure you that they are in good hands."

The eomma gives each son a kiss to the forehead, earning three small 'ewe's. Jimin hums to himself and it goes unnoticed. He wishes someone would kiss him. He'd love it.

"I'll pick them up at 2!" The lady shouts before leaving.

"Hello all. What are all of your names?" Jimin asks the boys.

"Mankae."

"Yonhun."

"Sahyung."

"It's nice to meet you! Let's start with a small dance routine my mother taught me."

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"Where are we going?" Yoongi asks Hoseok who had just picked him up.

"My dance studio! I'm going to help some kids and then I'll teach you some dances." The older groans and face palms automatically.

"Hobi, you know I don't like dancing! I'm a rapper, remember?"

"Oh, I know. I think it'd just be fun to dance before you turn in your audition to Big Hit." The truck had come to a stop and Yoongi can't help but look up, head craned at the tall expensive looking building.

'I'll be there once they see my video.' He dreams and hopes.

Hoseok had grabbed the pale boy's hand and dragging him in. Before security got a look at Yoongi, Hobi quickly shoved him into an elevator.

"Yah! You're making it seem like you're about to kidnap me!" Yoongi laughs once they're riding the elevator.

"They can't see you going up the stairs, sorry it's policy."

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The two boys were laughing softly as they made their way down the halls.

Hoseok opened a door and entered, Yoongi close behind. Once they were in the room, the sound of EXO's Overdose filled the room along with tiny squeaks from shoes hitting the laminated flooring.

Yoongi pushes the thought of another dance instructor out of his mind until he heard the words coming from his mouth. He knows that voice. That cute, adorable, innocent voice. Jimin?

"Good job! We all did it!" Jimin praised the three boys that had almost nailed the choreography.

"Jimin?" Yoongi says out loud

The younger turned to look at the voice he's come to know. His eyes widen and soon a smile forms onto his lips. The three boys had had some attitude and it was greatly stressing the younger out, the sight of his roommate gave him an ease feeling. He ended up running toward Yoongi and into the other's arms.

"Woah!" Hoseok points at the two.

"Hey, Jimin." Yoongi chuckles. "We're being watched."

They pull away.

"I didn't know you work here!" Jimin yells. He's extremely overjoyed and it's showing...a lot. The Little in him slipping out just slightly.

"I don't. I rode with Hoseok and he wanted to show me dances before I handed in my audition."

"Audition? For what?" Jimin tilts his head to the side.

Hoseok, from a distance with the three boys, is staring at Jimin and Yoongi. Something must be going on with them. Yoonmin for life!

"I'm auditioning to be a rapper."

"Oh, good luck! I know Yoonie hyung will do wonderful!" He squeezes Yoongi yet again.

"Hey, are you slipping?" The older says, referring to how Jimin had just mispronounced his name.

"N-No. Not on purpose...oh no."

Jimin proceeds to put his head in his hands, mentally curisng himself, trying not to slip. Yoongi had put his big warm hand on the younger's back. "Shhh, it's okay. Calm down." His voice is soothing to the younger immediately. "I'm here so just stay calm."

Even though there's not many people, Jimin feels quite embarrassed because he now realizes that the three boys had been giving him weird looks the entire time. Was he being too little? Too feminine on accident?! Would they go tell their mom on him!? Would he get fired?!

"You...You're here? Why? Why do you even care? You're just my roommate." Jimin is irritated. He's not irritated at Yoongi or anyone else, just himself. He should have made sure he felt all the way into head space before coming to work. He shouldn't have let himself slip that easy at the sigh of Yoongi. But why?

"B-Because I care about you." Yoongi had stuttered.

"I'm such a mess."

"I'll help." Yoongi's offer flew through the air. What did he just do?

"W-What?"

"I'll care...I'll care for you if you want."