Requested by: Hades_firstchild

Little: Changbin

Caregivers: Chan and Jisung

(1125 Words)

Changbin POV

Lately I've been spending most of my day with the other two-thirds of 3racha in the studio.

It's idea Season, as we call it. A time where the three of us spend hours upon hours coming up with ideas for our next comeback.

This time I told Bang Chan that I would take over responsibility of all writing so I could give them a break.

"Are you sure you want to do this by yourself Changbin?", Chan asked.

I rotated the chair to turn to him.

"I got this! Go ahead, go get some rest. You need it."

"You do too, you've been here for over 24 hours straight.", Jisung added.

"I'll be fine, I'll go home later."

"You better. Don't overwork yourself more than you already have.", Chan said.

"Look who's talking."

3rd Person POV

Changbin, in fact, did not listen to his members.

Several hours went by and he had yet to leave the room. Sitting at his desk, writing away, tapping his pen and waiting for ideas to come to him. That's what he did.

He didn't even notice how time had slipped away. Before he even realized, it was almost 2a.m. and he was getting sleepy, he had a headache, and it seemed like the ideas were leaving him. That could only mean one thing.

"No..no...not tonight.", he told himself.

He got up to walk around the room, hopefully that would help.

"Just focus, focus, you got this. *sneeze*"

He stopped in his tracks completely as the sneeze immediately made his headache worse.

Going back to his chair he decided to sit down.

"I can't be getting sick, not now!", he whisper-yelled to himself.

One thing Changbin knew for sure is that when he gets sick is the only time he can't prevent himself from being little. And that absolutely could not happen, not now, not tonight.

Right?

He turned around in an effort to get his mind back on writing. No matter how hard he tried, the words just wouldn't come to him.

"This is *sneeze* not *sneeze* good at all."

He grabbed a napkin to wipe his nose, still staring at his computer screen.

Changbin could only imagine the carefully worded scolding he would get from Chan when the older found out he got himself sick.

"Okay, okay I'll take a break, and then get back to it."

He stood up from the chair and took a deep breath.

Mistake.

A series of coughs were heard in the room. The rapper quickly grabbed his water bottle and took a sip.

"Wow...that didn't sound great."

The couch in the room was the perfect place to take a small break.

He laid down on his back, just staring up at the ceiling. That's when he noticed how tired he was.

"Come on, stay *sneeze* awake. It's just a break..."

His mind started to get that familiar feeling again, one he only felt when he was about to be little.

"No, no, no, not tonight..."

Changbin didn't even feel like he could get up at this point to try and distract himself. He just laid there, staring at the light in the ceiling.

A few minutes went by, and before he realized it-

"*sneeze*"

Small crying noises were heard from the couch in the room.

Sure enough, his best efforts to not to slip, failed.

The little was frustrated, he couldn't talk, and he didn't feel well. Wiggling around on the couch, he started crying heavier when he realized his Caregivers weren't there.

One thing a baby hates is when his parents aren't in the room. Especially when they're sick.

Chan POV

"Did he answer the phone?", Jisung asked.

"No, he didn't. Jisung we need to go check on him. What if something happened?"

"You're right. Let's go."

No one in the house was asleep despite it being past 2a.m. Why you ask? Well, Changbin promised me to come home later, and we all wanted to wait for him.

But that plan went goodbye as I looked at the seven calls I made to him. He didnt answer a single one.

Jisung speedwalked in front of me, making his way around corners quickly to get to our building.

The only thing on my mind was whether or not the unthinkable happened.

"Chan!", Jisung yelled.

"Yeah?"

"The door is locked."

I didn't even notice we had arrived at the door. I took out my keys and opened it.

We were met with silence in the building. Three doors had light on over them. We didn't know who else was here, but if something happened, they would notice? Right?

We quickly went to the first door, where Changbin was, and knocked.

Nothing.

I knocked again and got no response.

Jisung took my keys and unlocked the door.

That's when we heard small sniffles from inside.

Jisung tapped me on the shoulder and pointed to the couch. There we saw Changbin, curled up and seemingly crying.

My parent intuition kicked in and I went over to him.

"Binnie, why are you crying? What happened?"

He moved a hand and I saw the look in his eyes, that's when I realized what happened.

"Jisung get me one of those spare blankets from the practice room down the hall."

"Okay."

I helped Changbin to sit up. He sneezed a few times. I sat next to him on the couch and let him rest his head on my lap.

"Are you little right now baby?"

He just stared at me and used his right hand to wipe his eye slowly.

"I'll take that as a yes. Seo Changbin you always find a way to make me worried don't you?"

The baby just slightly smiled. I could tell he was sick immediately.

Jisung came back with the blanket and I wrapped it around Changbin.

"He's sick. And in babyspace ", I said.

"Oh poor baby! We need to get him home."

"Call Minho and ask him to come pick us up."

"For sure."

I held the baby on my lap, back facing my chest. I rocked back and forth slightly, hoping to get him to relax.

It worked, as I felt him snuggle into me and lean his head back on my shoulder.

"Adult Binnie and I need to have a talk.", I whispered.

He looked at me.

"Not now. Tomorrow. Right now, you can go to sleep. We're here."

He cuddled closer to me as I kept rocking him back and forth.

Being a leader is hard, and being a caregiver on top of that is harder. But what can I say? Baby or not, I love very single one of these kids.