Requested by: WommyMilkers

Little: Chan

Caregiver: Lee Know

(950 Words)

Chan POV

All day, every day. Work.

It seems like a never ending cycle of sleepless nights and tired days. I can't remember the last time I went home. I know the members are worried, but I can't take a break, not now.

I also know that stressing myself out this much isn't good. Especially since...well...I'm a little.

"Come on, come on. Work, work."

I have been repeating the same words to myself for the past five minutes. My computer froze and it won't restart. I could feel myself getting more frustrated by the second.

"Come on, work!"

I moved the mouse around and luckily, the computer unfroze. I took a deep breath before leaning back in my chair and starting to work again.

*buzz, buzz* *buzz, buzz*

My phone started ringing.

I picked it up to see the caller ID.

Incoming Call from: Easter Bunny 🐰

I quickly answered the phone. I told them to only call me in case of emergencies.

"Hello?"

"Chan? Where are you?"

"Still at my studio. What's wrong?"

"Just checking on you. We just about forgot how you look seeing as you never come home."

"You know I'm busy."

"We miss you Chan."

"I'm not dead."

"Look, we care about you. And I have been trying and trying to get you to realize that working yourself like this isn't going to help anyone."

"Minho..."

"Save it. You're just going to try and tell me you're fine. Just know that you made plans with Felix to go to dinner tonight and didn't show up. Good luck explaining that to him."

He hung up the phone before I had the chance to reply.

I looked at the time.

11:49p.m.

I really forgot about my dinner with Felix. He's rescheduled more than once for me and I just...forgot.

I looked at my screen. I felt terrible. I'm tired. I'm hungry.

I want to go home.

I didn't even realize but I had started crying.

"Channie's sorry..."

Uh oh.

"Wan go home. I wan hyungies..."

3rd Person POV

Chan had started fully sobbing by this point.

He wrapped his arms around himself and moved down to the ground. The sleeves of his hoodie went over his hands as he covered his eyes.

"I wan go home! Minnie hyungie, Channie wan go home!"

He had completely slipped by this point.

Chan had never slipped by himself since he first told the members about his littlespace.

The studio seemed exceptionally lonely quiet now that he was little.

"Channie scawed....help Channie...."

The little scooted under his desk, bringing his legs up to his chest and burying his head in his knees. He didn't know what to do. All he wanted was someone to help him.

Minho POV

I sat alone in the living room.

Everyone else was asleep but I couldn't. I was really worried about Chan.

It's been days since he came home. He works too much and he knows that. Not to mention he's a little.

I couldn't stand it any longer. I had to go to his studio and demand he comes home.

I picked up my phone and called him to let him know I'm on the way.

The phone rang a few times before it picked up.

"H-hewwo?"

"Chan?"

"Minnie hyungie...Channie scawed..."

"Oh no. Chan sweetie don't worry I'm on the way. Stay where you are okay?"

I heard crying on the other side of the phone.

Running out of the door as fast as possible, I just ran towards the studio. Chan is alone, scared, and little. This cannot be happening.

Less than five minutes later I was at the door to the studio building.

I pushed the door open and ran inside. The light at the end of the hallway indicated that someone was in the room.

I ran down the hallway and burst through the door.

I looked around the room.

Quiet cries could be heard from nearby. I looked down to see the outline of a person under the desk.

"Channie? Baby? It's okay, Minnie is here."

I went over and bent down next to the desk.

My heart broke when Chan looked up at me. His eyes were red from crying and he was shaking.

I quickly pulled him close to me and hugged him.

"Oh sweetie don't cry. I'm here."

"Channie bad boy..."

"No you're not baby. You're not a bad boy."

"Channie make membwers sad."

"Sweetie we understand. Big Channie works very hard for all of us. Even if we get sad, you're there to comfort us. And when you're baby Channie, we get the chance to return the favor."

3rd Person POV

The little laid his head on Minho's shoulder.

They sat on the floor together in each other's embrace. After a few minutes, Chan stopped crying and now just held Minho's hand.

"Do you want to go home sweetie?"

"Yes...Channie tired, a-and hungwy."

"Well let's go. I'll make you some food when we get home and then you can spend the night in my room. How's that?"

"S-sounds good."

Minho stood up with the little holding his hand. The two walked out of the door and down the hallway, stepping out into the night air.

Chan held onto Minho tightly as the two walked home.

From then on, the caregiver made a mental note to always have someone with Chan in his studio, no matter how much adult Chan protested.

"Hey Channie?"

"Yes Minnie hyungie?"

"I love you. You know that right?"

"I l-love you too!"

Minho smiled to himself.

"Wait until we tell the members about this."