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- Gabi never fails to make you feel better when you’re down. He’s always there to make you laugh when you cry.

- Tries (and fails) to do your hair in the morning (he’ll let you pet his soft, fluffy hair if you ask nicely hehe)

- Sometimes you need him to repeat himself, though, ‘cause he says things kinda funny.

- “What do you mean, you don’t know what I’m talking about? Open your ears, silly!” He playfully rolls his eyes, tickling your sides when you ask him to repeat himself.

- To be fair, he has a specific way of speaking (if you speak Spanish, then you know what I’m talking about)

- Not the best with words, but he tries his best through gestures. Gabi gives you lots and lots of gifts and things he finds that remind you of him.

- He’s so big and broad, I want him to pick me up and spin me like a pretty princess, like… like, that’s Papa :(

- If you have ADHD or get easily distracted, you’re screwed because between an attention-deficit little and a forgetful Gabi… yeah, you’re never finding anything again.

- “Papa! I lost my teddy.” You pout, holding your hands out for your caregiver to hold you.

- Gabi picks you up and holds you on his hip, looking around for a second and blinking. “I picked it up earlier to put it… oh man, where did I put it?”

- “You forgot it?!” You squeal, and his heart practically drops in his chest at the sight of you so upset.

- He’s planting kisses on your little head and reassuring you frantically, before you throw a tantrum. “No, no! I, uh… misplaced it. Shh, it’s okay! It’s okay, Papa will find it.”

- Some caregivers like to stay inside but Gabi? Oh no, no, Gabi likes to take you outside! On a walk in the park on a nice day, signing you up for dance lessons, to playdates if you know other littles around. He is active and he wants you to be active too!

- He seems like a firm believer of building others up. I think he’s one of those caregivers that’s all about self-esteem and trying new things.

- “Can you show me the dance you learned, mi linda/lindo? Woah, so talented! How did I get so lucky, sweetie?”

- He’s such a golden retriever, I will cry

You loved to cling to Caregiver!Wumuti’s side, especially when you got spooked or frightened by something. You’re attached to her, so much so that the other members find it funny.

And you cry. A lot. But the thing is, Umut never minds it. In fact, she finds it endearing and isn’t too bothered by it. The hardest part is getting you to stop crying, since sobbing fits usually end in painful hiccups and red eyes for you.

If the stakes in a cartoon were too high, you’d cry. If she forgot to turn on your nightlight at bedtime, you’d cry. If he went into a different room and you couldn’t see him, guess what? Tears.

You’re sensitive, Umut knows this.

And when your stuffed animal Princess Beary-Boo falls off of your bed during naptime, you lose your mind. Your eyes well up with tears and Umut can barely think before the wailing comes.

You’re sobbing, wailing uncontrollably and Umut doesn’t know how to make you stop.

“Hey! Hey, shhh! I’ve got you. Look at Mommy! Look at Mommy, oh very good!” Umut cooed, getting your attention by tapping your nose lightly. You coo, stopping your tears to snuggle and look at your Mommy’s pink acrylic nail tap your nose once, then twice, then twice again.

“There we go. No more crying, it’s alright.” Umut dives down with a small groan, bending to grab your stuffed bear and dust her off prissily.

“See? Princess Beary-Boo is okay, she just took a little tumble. Nothing a few kisses won’t fix, hm?” She held the stuffed animal up and gave it exaggerated kissies, then held it out to you to do the same thing.

You cuddled the bear close to your chest and Umut grinned, smoothing out your hair. “See? All better. My baby is so sensitive, aren’t they?”

You pout. “Nuh-uh!” You murmur, burrowing deeper under your blankies and turning over in your side.

slight warning: involuntary infant regression, regressing due to autism meltdown/implied unintentional sh

There’s a voice somewhere above him from where he sits, disoriented on the cold floor. “Are you okay, Kookie?”

“Jungkook-ah, how many finger am I holding up?” A person asks, and then all eyes are on him.

Someone smacks Taehyung, most likely Jimin. “Dummy, he’s regressing, he’s not blind.”

Namjoon’s soft voice rings out, making Jungkook feel all warm and safe. “We don’t know, especially how many times he hit the wall.”

“Oh, poor thing.”

It’s been a very long, overstimulating day. His head hurts a lot, but he’s not sure why. Jungkook hiccups, not registering a word his hyungs are saying. Instead, he whines and claps his hands, amazed at how his sleeves are much too large for his little tattooed arms.

How silly is it, he thinks, -a millionaire superstar in his prime, who sits and plays with stuffed bunnies to decompress after a hard day?

-I’m in an NCT kind of mood and all i can think about right now is my sweet, sweet Little!Xiaojun

- In headspace, he does not like to be called “Xiaojun” or even “Dejun”. He regresses to about six years old and demands to be called either “kiddo”, “Jun”, or “DJ”.

- Chronically forgetful and dreadfully messy (I think he has ADHD but I’ll skip that thought for now…)

- If something is not in front of his face, he will forget about it. Toys, his pacifier, his dog, even people. Out of sight, out of mind.

- Swears up and down that he’s a big boy and doesn’t need to be babysat, but then he’s crying to you five seconds later that he hit his funny bone against a door and wants kisses to make it feel better :(

- Always singing a song, whether it be a Tik Tok audio or an actual ballad. Just because he’s regressed doesn’t mean he isn’t a main vocal.

- Dejun has an impressive collection of onesies and one-pieces. The lack of mobility, childish designs, and softness of the pajamas makes him instantly feel 20x more little.

- He’s a usually agreeable little guy but sometimes he gets in a mood and wants to argue with every little thing.

- Dejun loves playing with his dog Bella and the cats in little space! It makes him feel very little, to pet the kitties and run around with Bella.

- “Why can’t Bella play?” Dejun pouted, crossing his arms defiantly.

- You pat his head and smile. “She’s at the vet with Kunhang, sweetie. It’s just a checkup, she’ll be back in no time.”

- “But I wanna playyyyyy!!”

- Enjoys dinosaurs and dinosaur themed things, but isn’t deeply obsessed with them in a neurodivergent way. He has his favorites, of course, but Dejun just kinda likes the aesthetic.

A/N: I miss him SO much :(

“Look! Look! Look what I can do! Are ya looking?" Little!Jungwoo is loud, dashing around the room excitedly. You blink at him tirdly, nodding along and ruffling the tall toddler's hair.

"Yes, I see it, sweetie." You nod along, glancing warily at the foam baseball in his hand. You'd hoped that looking at the ball was enough, that he wasn't deadset on showing you some elaborate trick.

That would be too easy, wouldn't it?

Jungwoo pouted at you, still tugging on your shirt. He let go of you and picked up a little foam baseball bat and you realized what was happening a bit too late as he rambled. "No, no! You didn' see! See, I gotta do this..." Jungwoo stepped back into the farthest corner of the room and took a deep breath. He tossed the foam ball into the air with one hand and quickly swung the little foam bat that went along with it. "Ta-da! Home run! Did ya see it? Look!"

You only stare at the knocked over books, turning back to Jungwoo with a scolding expression. "Woo... what did we say about playing ball in the house?" You ask, keeping calm and not wanting to lash out at the boy.

"Oops. I forgot." Jungwoo looked sheepish, blushing a little bit and lowering the plastic bat behind his back. "Johnny-hyungie taught me that an’ I wanted to show you.”

"Johnny's a sweet hyung, isn't he?" You ask, picking up the fallen books. Jungwoo rushes to your side, helping dutifully and nodding along. Eventually you both pick up the books and after a couple minutes in the time-out corner, Jungwoo seems to have learned his lesson about playing in the house.

Maybe, you’d hoped, he’d calm down and stop being so rambunctious so you could finish your work.

But his energy didn't stop there. No, Jungwoo wanted to show you cool things all day. And he wouldn't sit still! For hours, he ran around and rambled on and on and you wondered just how much energy does this kid have?

"Please, Woo? Sweetie, it's past your naptime. You've gotta be sleepy by now." You glance at the time on your phone screen, sighing. This isn't the first time Jungwoo's been too energetic to take a nap but usually he runs out of energy by now.

“Don’ wanna! No sleep!” He giggles, nearly tumbling over his own feet in excitement. You sigh, pinching your nose bridge in exasperation.

“I have to do work, Woo.”

Jungwoo gasped. “Can I do work? Pwease? I’ll be really businessy an’ big boy?” He promised, clasping his hands together to beg.

You smile, bopping his nose gently and shaking your hand. “No, no. It’s really important adult business, Woo, and you’re just too small to understand it.”

“Okay, ‘m gonna see how fast I can run!” He dashed away before you could stop him. Usually, you’d be totally against running in the house, but right now you just needed something to preoccupy the little so you could get some work done.

His heavy steps faded in background noise to you and you locked in, clicking away on your keyboard while Jungwoo ran around and entertained himself. But soon enough, he was back.

This time, though, there was no rambling or running around. Jungwoo yawned, throwing himself into the sofa next to you. You leaned over to smooth out his hair, cooing at him from above. “Aw, baby… is someone all worn out?”

He scoffed, but didn’t get back up. “No… I gots energy! ‘M awake!” He argued, but you could see that his eyes started to flutter shut and he curled up closer to you now.

He watched as you worked, clicking away at your laptop. Maybe it was the soft clicking noises, but something made Jungwoo realize that he didn’t have as much energy as he thought. In fact, it was getting hard… to keep… his… eyes… open…

You curl into your blankets more, whimpering. Your heart still hammers in your chest and your breathing is so, so fast. “Bad dweam.” You lisp, shaking your head.

“A bad dream? Oh no, that’s awful!” He walks towards you and sits down softly on your bed, leaning down to hold your face gently. “Are you okay.”

“It scawed me a little bit.” You admit, heartbeat still thundering. “Didn’ like it.”

“Do you wanna talk about it, darling?” He asks, smoothing out your hair. You pout, shaking your head. Talking about the dream makes it feel more real and you needed to calm down a little bit first.

“Monsters.” You whisper, holding your blankets close to your face in fear. That’s all you’ll say about it. The monsters were out there, your eyes darting to the underside of your bed and the closet door that hung open and even your sock drawer.

Joshua seemed to watch where your eyes went, humming affirmatively and getting up from his spot. He first looked under the bed and wagged his finger in a scolding way, then he approached the closet door and shut it tight. He even walked over to the sock drawer and pouted at it, making a show of dramatically closing it shut and saying “Serves them right! Hmph!”

He situates your favorite stuffed animals around you, like a protection squad or security. “Better?” He asked softly. You nod, cracking the first smile of the night. Your heartbeat slowed a little bit and your knuckles became much less pale than they had been when you were gripping your blankets close for dear life against the bedtime monsters.

“Yeah.” You whisper. “T’ank you, Shua.”

“Y/N, Shua isn’t gonna let anything bad happen to you. If the nightmare monsters come to life, y’know what I’ll do?” He asks. You shake your head and he pokes at your side playfully. “Well… first I’ll poke them really, really hard. And then I’m gonna say ‘get away from them! I’ll save you, Y/N!’ and punch the monsters a lot and then I’ll use my magical powers to tickle them with lightning magic and zap it away forever and ever. How’s that sound?” He’s beaming, proud of himself for coming up with such a scenario.

“Shuaaaa…” You whine. “You don’ have magic powers! That’s too silly!”

“Not that you know of.” He says seriously, smile dropping before he’s beaming again. “Try and get some rest, okay?” He ruffles your hair and tries to stand up to leave, but you grab his arm.

“Can you cuddle me? So I can fall sleep?” You ask timidly, not meeting his eyes.

Joshua nods, settling back onto your bed and laying on top of your covers, scooting closer to you. “Of course, sweetheart. Anything for you.” He boops your nose and you giggle, an innocent and pure giggle that tells Joshua that you are feeling completely and utterly tiny.

He wraps his arms around your torso and holds you tight as you yawn, clearly very tired. You’re all bundled up and in his arms and your eyes try to focus on Shua and the dim, yellow hallway light but your eyelids start to feel so, so heavy.

You think about the nightmare you just had and your heart skips a little beat -even though you can’t remember what the nightmare was about for the life of you. The anxious feeling goes away when you shut your eyes tight and nuzzle into Joshua’s touch, deeper and deeper into sleep.

A/N: i will do both! :3

slight warning: derealization and dissociation, please tread carefully

You hadn’t picked up on it, but Caregiver!Jun certainly did. He, somehow, always does.

“…aby? Baby? Can you come back to me?” His voice fades into your ears and suddenly you can feel your chest again, breathing in slowly. In and out. In and out.

It feels weird. Your head does too. You wonder how much time passed, how long Junhui has been waiting for you. You wonder why, why you did it again and what caused it.

“Sorry, Junnie.” You apologize, squeezing your hand into a fist cautiously, just to make sure it would still move.

“Foggy?” He guessed. That’s what you both called it, the dissociation. Junhui is used to it, but he didn’t want to assume what it was, in case it were something much more severe.

You bit your lip and nodded, upset. “Foggy.” You whispered, still feeling that unreal fog-like sensation in your mind. Your body didn’t feel right, it felt disconnected from the rest of you. Disconnected from your mind, from your eyes. You felt like you were slow, moving outside of your body.

The two of you were in the grocery store, right. Junhui usually made you hold onto the side of the shopping buggy, that way you didn’t get lost. Only one of your hands was on the metal railing, the other free.

“It’s okay. I was asking what kind of cereal you wanted, sweetheart.” He pointed to the shelves, two boxes next to each other. “The ones you usually get? Or did you wanna try a new thing -these look pretty good!”

You scrunch your nose at trying something new, pointing at the tried and true favorite cereal. Junhui nods and places it into the buggy, pulling the cart along with you in tow while he does the shopping.

Grocery shopping is boring, but finally it’s over. There’s candy machines near the checkout lines and Junhui always buys you one of those big old novelty gumballs that makes your jaw hurt like heck. It’s your favorite part of grocery shopping with him and you watch diligently as he turns the coin in the spinner and a gumball pops out.

He places it in your hands, a large blue gumball, then turns to let himself one as well. That’s when everything gets blurry.

You look in your hand and then the gumball is gone. Or, it’s not? You look over at the gumball machine and Junhui is turning another coin into it, getting his own gumball. But yours is in your hand, yet it doesn’t feel like it. It looks large, then you can’t see it at all. It’s a hard thing to explain. Reality doesn’t feel real. You’re wondering if what color the gumball is now -you could have sworn it was a bright blue color but now it’s more of a green? No, no. It’s blue. You know it’s blue. It’s-

“Y/N?” Junhui chirps, before his smile drops and he looked concerned. “Y/N, hey. You didn’t want your gumball?” He asks, placing a hand over your hand with the gumball in it. He feels so far away, even his hands don’t feel like they’re really touching yours.

You don’t respond, staring past Junhui. You can see him in your vision, but you can’t focus on him. Your mind is playing by tricks on you.

Junhui thinks for a moment, remembering the grounding techniques you had taught him, in case this happened. He then gets an idea.

“Can you give me one stomp?” He asks softly, still sounding far away. Your lip twitches and your leg raises to stomp once on the linoleum floors -Stomp!

“Okay, can I get two stomps now?” He asks. “Different feet, one two.” His hands are still on yours and you take a breath before stomping one with your right foot and once with your left -Stomp, stomp!

Junhui makes a little cheering noise and his voice sounds closer than it was earlier. “Perfect, Y/N. Can you give me one more big, big stomp? Just for me?” He asks, stomping in the ground in his shoes and gesturing for you to follow suit.

Stomp! You focus all your power into one stomp, and when you look up and Junhui, the word feels less blurry. You look down at your hands as Junhui lets go of them and you’re cupping a blue gumball, the same size as Junhui’s. It hadn’t gone away!

Your lip wobbles. “Sorry, Junnie. Foggy again.”

“I know. It’s okay, let’s get you home where it’s safe, yeah? Your little brain is having a bad day, huh?”

You nod, mentally tired. “Foggy day.”

thank you !!!

horanghae 🐯🐯

hello darling! you miss your hoshi, huh? i do too… i haven’t written for him in such a long time so here you go! horanghae!! 🐯🩷

It had been months since you’ve seen your caregiver and you were starting to spiral. You understood that Caregiver!Hoshi was very, very busy and you’d done a great job taking care of yourself on little days, but it was taking its toll. You missed your Tiger so much that it hurt, and you wondered when he was coming back.

Whenever you spoke on the phone with him, it consisted of lots of “Tiger’s supposed to be asleep soon, honey.” and “Tiger’s across the world right now, can I call you back?”. You hated it -why did he have to have such a busy job? Jeonghan didn’t have to leave Korea! Everyone saw Jeonghan often, why couldn’t they see Soonyoung? You didn’t get it.

You’d spent the whole day out with Jeonghan, who was babysitting you and catching up after he’d just been discharged from the military. The whole time, you complained about how much you missed Soonyoung, or that Soonyoung would have loved the hat you both saw in the mall. Jeonghan -who usually would have lost his temper at you- didn’t seem to mind. No, Jeonghan had a trick up his sleeve, something he and Soonyoung had been planning.

So after your shopping trip, Jeonghan took you back to your home. He brought in your bags and turned on cartoons for you, before patting your head. “Yahh… don’t open the door for anybody Y/N, okay? If anyone comes by, it’s because we have the key. Promise?”

You’d heard it all before: stranger danger. “Okay, Hannie.” You nodded, turning your attention to the cartoons. Jeonghan made sure you were safe and left the apartment, locking the door behind him while you watched your favorite cartoon.

You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been watching TV until you heard a knock on the door. You froze, scared. “Stranger danger” you whispered to yourself, pouting and holding your stuffed animals closely. There was another knock and the air felt tense, still and heavy. Who was at the door?

The keyhole jiggled and there was a clicking sound, the sound of a key in a lock. That calmed you down a bit, assuming one of the other members of Seventeen was coming to check on you…

And in a way, it was.

There stood Soonyoung in his uniform, hair buzzed short and overnight bags in hand. You couldn’t believe your eyes! Was this even real?

Your eyes lit up. “Tiger!” You screamed, running towards him and practically knocking him over in a hug. “Missed you, missed you, missed you!”

“I miss you too, Cub.” He chuckles warily, hugging you back with notably stronger arms. “Is Y/N feeling small today. Lucky me, I get to visit the baby!” You let go of him and he held up his hand with curled fingers, grinning familiarly.

You beamed up at him and did the same, giggling and running around to gather your things. “Oh! Tiger, Tiger! Look what I’ve been up to! I’ve been good an’ eated my veggies an’ listened to all the oppas/hyungs -they babysit me sometimes!” You’re speaking a mile a minute, excitedly gathering new toys and drawings to show your caregiver. Soonyoung can only sit and watch in admiration of what he’s been missing.

Eventually, you stop running around and finish showing him all of your new toys and things. “Tiger? You’re stayin’ forever now, right? Not goin’ back?” You asked hopefully, flashing the biggest puppy eyes you could so that he would stay.

That’s when Soonyoung’s smile dropped and he became really serious. “Well… I’m only on leave for the week, actually. It’s gonna be while after that. I won’t be fully out of the military until March. Do you know how many months that is, Cub?” He asked, holding your cheek gently.

You stick out your tongue and count on your fingers. “Uhm… uh, is…” You murmur to yourself. “Eight?” You guessed.

“Yes! Very good, my cub is so dang smart!” He ruffled your hair. “It’ll be a while. I’ll come back when I can and I’ll call lots and lots. But I’ll have to go back after this week.”

“But… but that’s unfair, Tiger!” You argue, putting your hands on your hips and stomping your foot.

Soonyoung laughed at the display, his little Cub was every fiery -they get it from their Tiger, he thinks. “I know it’s unfair. Sometimes things seem unfair but that doesn’t mean that they’re bad. Y’know what’s so fun about this?” He asked.

“What?”

“Tiger can get super, duper strong in the military and then you can swing off of my arm, like Cheollie’s little does. Wouldn’t that be fun?” He’s grinning at you, a smile that practically blinds you with how bright it is.

You cave. “Yeah… sounds really fun.” You admit, hugging Soonyoung tightly. “Don’ want you to go, though.”

“I don’t wanna leave you, Cub. But sometimes, we gotta do things we don’t like. That’s why we make the best of things we do like.” He scooped you up into his arms and pressed his forehead to yours. “I missed my little Cub so much.”

“Missed you too…” You murmur, putting your thumb in your mouth. Being held by Soonyoung always made you feel so small… so, so small. So safe in his arms. So calm.

Running around like a feral cat made you a tiny, tiny bit sleepy. And really, you have alllllll week to spend with Soonyoung, so if you dozed off just a little bit in his safe, strong arms that’s nobody’s business but yours.

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