Little: Chan
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Caregivers: Han and Changbin
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Requested by: ByFelix143
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Emotions were high in the 3racha studio.

Why, you ask? Well, Han and Changbin were a bit upset with Chan.

"Why is that like that?", Jisung asked.

"Because I-"

"This part seems messed up.", Changbin said.

"No its not. It-"

"See that entire section is off. This isn't what we wanted.", Jisung added.

"But-"

"What is going on lately? You haven't done any of this right!", Changbin said.

"This is almost the complete offposite of what we wanted! And it doesn't even sound good!"

"If you're gonna mess something up, at least make it sound better."

"And you can't even do that."

Chan stood up, slamming his hands on the table.

"Shut up!", he yelled, "Please..."

Then, he just picked up his bag, and left the room.

Han and Changbin stared after him.

Chan completely exited the building, walking back to the dorms by himself.

All he could think about were the words of his friends.

Why would they say that to him? He tried really hard.

Pretty soon he found himself crying as he walked down the cold streets. He just wanted to get home, and do what he loves.

Be little.

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Jeongin and Seungmin were having a sword fight with fully lit candles when Chan walked in.

"Give up now, Jeongin?", Seungmin asked.

"Never, dog man.", Jeongin replied.

Minho just stood there watching them, thoroughly entertained.

Chan just walked past them quickly, going up the stairs.

The three soon heard the doors slam closed to his room.

"I expected to get scolded.", Seungmin said.

"Like he would scold you.", Minho laughed.

"What does that mean?"

"Seungmin you know what that means."

Upstairs, Chan put his bag down, sitting on the floor.

He wanted nothing more than to slip right now, so thats what he would do.

After closing his eyes for a minute, he felt all his worries wash away. Opening his eyes, he looked around, smiling.

He saw some scattered toys and a large container Seungmin bought him containing 500 marbles. One of which was made of solid gold.

The little crawled around the room, looking for things to get into.

Across the hall, Hyunjin and Felix were together in the younger ones room.

"One more kiss.", Felix said.

"Okay one more."

Hyunjin pulled the boy closer by his collar, kissing him again.

"Ooh, the collar? Kinky.", Felix said smirking.

"Take a nap Felix."

"Hihihihi."

They heard a sound like a loud bang, followed by crying.

Felix hopped up, going across the hall.

"Chris? Are you in there?"

He just heard more crying.

"Chris? What happened? Are you okay?"

Felix felt something touch his foot.

He looked down to see a marble, followed by another one, rolling out from under the door.

"Ah shit-"

In the room, Chan was laying on the floor, crying.

In his attempt to get ahold of a doll that was placed on top of the marble container, he knocked all of it over, causing it to send a flood of marbles across his room, a few of which hit him directly on his head.

The fact that over half of the marbles were made of solid, colored glass didn't help either.

All the emotions he had held back, even as adult Channie, came pouring out in his tears.

"Give me your phone Jinnie.", Felix said.

Hyunjin handed him the phone.

He went to the contacts and picked Jisung's number.

"Why do you have Jisung's number saved as Queen Quokka?", Felix asked.

"Because he is the self-proclaimed 'Queen of this Castle' as he told me when we were playing Monopoly last week."

"You guys are weird."

Pretty soon, Jisung picked up the line.

"Han speaking."

"Jisung! We have a little emergency!"

"Little emergency? Or little, emergency?"

"The second one!"

"Uh oh."

"Chan is in his room, he's crying, and I think he's little. The door is locked and we don't have a key. He might be hurt."

"Oh crap. Uh...we're on the way."

"Hurry please!"

They hung up the phone.

Back at the studio, Jisung was power walking out of there, followed by Changbin.

"Why aren't you running?!", Changbin said, running past him.

"My leg hurts! I was playing Candle Sword Fight with Seungmin and I lost."

"What-"

"Don't ask."

The pair went as quickly as possible home from the studio.

Somewhere along the way, Changbin decided to carry Jisung.

"Ooo, you're strong.", Jisung said.

"You like?"

"Maybe."

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When the boys got home, almost everyone was either at the bottom of the steps or at Chan's door.

Jisung noticed Jeongin had a hand covered in candle wax, but that was a question for later.

The pair pushed past them, running up to Chan's room.

"Thanks for calling Felix.", Jisung said, getting out his key.

"You're welcome. I hope he's okay."

Jisung managed to get the door open.

The pair immediately noticed the marbles, and Chan laying on the floor.

"Channie?", Changbin asked.

They heard quiet sniffles.

Changbin went over to him, sitting down by him and lifting the little up so he was leaning on him.

"Channie, are you okay?"

The baby whined louder, which made Jisung's heart break.

He sat down by Chan as well.

"Look, sweetie, we are sorry for yelling at you. We were frustrated, but we shouldn't have done that."

Baby Chan just stared at him. Jisung noticed the red marks on the side of his head.

"That looks like it hurts baby."

Chan whined, reaching for Han.

The latter proudly accepted him, which resulted in the little now leaning on him instead.

He laughed when Han made a funny face at him.

"We are really sorry baby. I promise, we will be nicer to you. You try very hard and we should be considerate of your feelings.", Changbin said.

Baby Chan smiled, clapping his hands together.

"I'll get started cleaning this up.", Changbin said.

As he got up, he heard something.

"Dada!"

He turned around to see Chan looking up at him, smiling, his beautiful eyes glinting in the light of the room.

"I'm gonna scream very loud. That was so cute! Hi baby!", Changbin said, lifting Chan up.

"I'll clean this then. You take the baby."

Outside of the room, the boys heard a conversation unfolding.

"It literally is toxic."

"It is not."

"You ever heard of the phrase, f around and find out?"

"I'll eat it."

"Jeongin no."

Changbin looked at Jisung.

"Should we stop him?", Jisung asked.

"Nah Minho can handle that."