Summary: A letter you never thought would be read turns your life upside down.Â
Warnings: Age regression, use of title âdaddyâ, pet spider.Â
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The laptop burned bright luminescence at red eyes, signaling its bitter need for rest. You ignored the woeful cries of your battered keyboard. Pages needed to be written and editors needed to be satiated so that they could take red pens and slash through ideas, plots, characters, hopes, and dreams. You were on the final page of this month's deadline, perfectly timed for a much-needed vacation. Â
You finished as the sun rose and pressed send just as the clock struck seven. You leaned back into the plush comfort of your couch and looked across the room.
âHanging in there, webster?â
Webster burrowed further into her substrate, only fuzzy legs visible. The tarantula's pink toes wiggled around the dirt before finally stilling. You smiled, eyes pinned on your companion as she started to snooze.
You moved your laptop to the side and fell back into plush pillows. You had no more work, no place to be, or responsibilities to fill. Webster's water bowl was full, Editors had their new pages, and you were free to do as you wanted. You sighed. Pulling yourself off the couch, you shuffled to your bedroom. A pink box stared at you from under your bed, waiting for you to slip and fall into its contents. You obliged and slid it across the soft carpet into the living room.
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"He's gonna love this." You whispered.
You threw the marker cap down onto the pink rug below you, that you were kneeling on. You had on a shirt two sizes too big, a unicorn displayed proudly on the front. fuzzy pink socks covered your feet while you rubbed them together to soothe your buzzing nerves.
But what if he didn't like it? What if he threw it out? Sure, the stickers were pretty, the glitter sparkly, and the contents sweet, but what if that wasn't enough?
"He not gonna love it." You cried, fat tears welling in your eyes. You wrapped your hands around your legs, burying your head in between your knees. Your shoulders shook as you whimpered.
Suddenly, through your bleary sight, you saw a glimpse of pink beneath the table. You pulled your head out from between your knees and bent down to the floor.
An envelope! Small and pink, it stuck out from the pile of crafting supplies strewn haphazardly across the floor.
You pulled it from the pile and set it atop the coffee table proudly.
"He gonna love. Gotta love. Daddy."
You caught yourself as you stuffed the letter full of your sweet words.
"He not daddy. Don't have daddy."
You shook your head, trying to focus your thoughts as you licked the envelope.
"Don't need daddy." You grumbled, stumbling up to your front door.
You wobbled as you put on your slippers. The apartment complex had four floors, the mail drop-off box being on the first.
"Ok," You whispered, "I can do this."
"I'm a big girl."
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"Do you want to go through fan mail?" Hoseok asked, sipping a coffee as he slumped into the couch in Namjoon's office.
He looked up from his notebook. The lyrics weren't flowing like they needed to. Only a chorus had flowed from him in the 3 hours he'd been holed up. A break didn't sound so bad.
"As long as we go by the cafeteria." He eyed the cup in Hoseoks hand.
Hoseok gave him a slow nod and pulled himself up.
"Let's get going."
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Hoseok scoffed, tossing another letter in a pile of torn envelopes and thick pages.
"Some chicks are actually insane, man."
Namjoon hummed, fiddling with the half-empty cup. he moved the latest letter to the side, his pile a neat stack compared to Hobi's maimed mountain of parchment.
He grabbed the next without a glance and brought it forward.
A pink letter.
"Interesting." He mumbled, twirling the letter forward to see the bubbly handwriting.
âWhatâd you say?â Hoseok asked, sparing a glance up from scribbles on notebook pages.
"Oh, Nothing." Namjoon sputtered. He carefully opened the letter, trying his best not to rip into the handwriting.
He pulled the contents from the envelope, spraying pink glitter onto his sweatpants.
"Fuck." He whispered, brushing it away. Most of it fell to the floor, but pink sparkles still winked at him from his lap. He flipped the pages open. A scribble caught his eye.
Dear Mr. Joon!
The exclamation point was written in a blue glitter pen.
Cute. He thought. Creative. I haven't heard Mr. Joon before.
He kept reading.
Your music really helps me be small. I make things too! Big me is a writer, and my company isnt always super nice about my ideas. But I really like listening to your music, hopefully, your company is nice. I hope. Dont want you to be sad like I am sometimes. But its not like sad sad, being small makes it better. I get to watch cartoons and use a sippy and take a lot of naps. I even got special clothes!! Im wearin my unicorn shirt right now! I really like it.
Do you have things that make you feel better? I hope so. you deserve to feel nice! you seem like a really nice daddy man mr. joon. have a good day!
(y/n) (l/n)
He read it over. He read it over again.
I've never gotten a letter from a little. He mused, leaning forward in his seat. He put his chin in one of his hands and let his eyes wander to the sides of the page. Little stickers littered the edges. There were stars, pink flowers along the sides, and a small pink gemstone sticker in all four corners.
She's so sweet. He read it again. Â Daddy?
Does she not have a caregiver? He thought, eyes widening.
How sad. She seems like she'd be really nice and behaved. Not that brats are bad, I'd still take care of a little that was a brat. Only one as sweet as this though. He nodded to himself. Only one as sweet as this.
"You ready to go? I think I've had all I can take." Hoseok groaned, leaning back in his chair as he yawned.
Namjoon's head shot up. "Uh... Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, let's go."
As they made their way out, that pink letter crept into his pocket.
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âGoodnight, Hyung.â
â âNight, Koo.â
Jungkook slipped into Namjoons arms. Affection was common in the family they built in dorm rooms, tours, and countless hours with no one but each other, and this was no different. Namjoon pulled away first and patted Jungkooks shoulder.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â He said. His hands were on his doorknob, already twisting it open before Jungkook could respond. He barely saw Jungkooks mouth twitch before the door was shut and locked. The letter was burning a hole in his pocket, pink turning to a fiery red as he threw it onto his desk.
Why this letter? He read at least 100 others before he got to it, it shouldnât bother him like this. He shouldnât be writing out a reply. He shouldnât be asking about you. He shouldnât be writing a return address. This was his real address, what the fuck was he doing?
He kept asking himself that as he snuck down the hallway, waiting until all the lights under his bandmates' doors went dark. He knew what theyâd say if they caught him responding to fan mail. Theyâd snatch it from his hands, lecture him, give him the silent treatment, or read it. He didnât know why, but the latter thought annoyed him most. This was for him. She wrote to Namjoon, not BTS.
The letter made a faint thump as he slid it into the mailbox. Stickers and a small tea bag added more substantial weight to the envelope. He sighed, nerves and contentment spread along his skin and raising goosebumps.
âNo turning back now,â he whispered, before closing the mailroom door.
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You pulled your coffee mug closer to your chest, mittened hands encasing the warm glass. It was all you could do to keep from throwing it across the room. You stared at the mail on your kitchen counter, bills and junk mail spread out around a single blue envelope.
It couldnât be. You had kicked yourself when you realized what little you had done, but decided that it would be fine. They didnât actually read fan mail. No harm, No foul. Right?
Apparently fucking not. Your hands shook as you put down your mug and slid off your mittens. One finger gently reached out to graze the looping scrawl of the envelope's return address. This wasnât the HYBE office. You remembered how you searched for the fanmail address in little space, distracted by toy ads and BTS fancams. This address was entirely new to you.Â
You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself as you peeled away at the envelopes. You worked slowly at the paper to not rip it. Slowly, the contents revealed themselves. A sweet, honey-scented tea bag fell onto your counter. Then, a small sheet of stickers emerged. Little blue koalas stared back at you as you giggled.Â
âThis is so cute.â You breathed. You dropped the stickers, letting them fall onto grey granite as you pulled a smooth paper from its blue container.Â
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Summary: A letter you never thought would be read turns your life upside down.Â
Warnings: Age regression, Yandere behavior, Spiders, Ot7 x reader, Smut, Character death, etc. (Chapter Specific Warnings will be included.)Â
A/N: asks and other posts about this series are under the âletter mcâ tag, and text imagines are under âletter mc texts.â both are tagged on this Masterlist.Â
Namjoon pov? But also mc pov of writing and/sending it????
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"He gonna love this." You whispered.
You threw the marker cap down onto the pink rug below you, the one you were kneeling on. You had on a shirt two sizes too big, a unicorn displayed proudly on the front. fuzzy pink socks covered your feet while you rubbed them together to soothe your buzzing nerves.
But what if he didn't like it? What if he threw it out? Sure, the stickers were pretty, the glitter sparkly, and the contents sweet, but what if that wasn't enough?
"He not gonna love it." You cried, fat tears welling in your eyes. You wrapped your hands around your legs, burying your head in between your knees. Your shoulders shook as you whimpered.
Suddenly, through your bleary sight, you saw a glimpse of pink beneath the table. You pulled your head out from between your knees and bent down to the floor.
An envelope! Small and pink, it stuck out from the pile of crafting supplies strewn haphazardly across the floor.
You pulled it from the pile and set it atop the coffee table proudly.
"He gonna love. Gotta love. Daddy."
You caught yourself as you stuffed the letter full of your sweet words.
"He not daddy. Don't have daddy."
You shook your head, trying to focus your thoughts as you licked the envelope.
"Don't need daddy." You grumbled, stumbling up to your front door.
You wobbled as you put on your slippers. The apartment complex had four floors, the mail drop off box being on the first.
"Ok," You whispered, "I can do this."
"I'm a big girl."
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"Do you want to go through fan mail?" Hoseok asked, sipping a coffee as he slumped into the couch in Namjoon's office.
He looked up from his notebook. The lyrics weren't flowing like they needed to. Only a chorus had flowed from him in the 3 hours he'd been holed up. A break didn't sound so bad.
"As long as we go by the cafeteria."
Hobi gave him a slow nod and pulled himself up.
"Let's get going."
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Hobi scoffed, tossing another letter in an pile of torn envelopes and thick pages.
"Some chicks are actually insane, man."
Namjoon hummed, fiddling with the half empty cup. he moved the latest letter to the side, his pile a neat stack compared to Hobi's maimed pile.
He grabbed the next without a glance, and brought it forward.
A pink letter.
"Interesting." He mumbled, twirling the letter forward to see the bubbly handwriting.
"What'd you say?" Hobi asked, only sparing a glance to his left.
"Oh, Nothing." Namjoon sputtered. He carefully opened the letter, trying his best not to rip into the handwriting.
He pulled the contents from the envelope, spraying pink glitter onto his sweatpants.
"Fuck." He whispered, brushing it away. Most of it fell to the floor, but pink sparkles still winked at him from his lap. He flipped the pages open. A scribble caught his eye.
Dear Mr. Joon!
the exclamation point was written in blue glitter pen.
Cute. He thought. Creative. I haven't heard Mr. Joon before.
He kept reading.
Your music really helps me be small. I make things too! Big me is a writer, and my company isnt always super nice about my ideas. But I really like listening to your music, hopefully your company is nice. I hope. Dont want you to be sad like I am sometimes. But its not like sad sad, being small makes it better. I get to watch cartoons and use a sippy and take a lot of naps. I even got special clothes!! Im wearin my unicorn shirt right now! I really like it.
Do you have things that make you feel better? I hope so. you deserve to feel nice! you seem like a real nice daddy man mr. joon. have a good day!
(y/n) (l/n)
He read it over. He read it over again.
I've never gotten a letter from a little. He mused, leaning froward in his seat. He put his chin in one of his hands and let his eyes wander to the sides of the page. Little stickers littered the edges. There were stars, pink flowers along the sides, with a small pink gemstone sticker in all four corners.
She's so sweet. He read it again. Daddy?
Does she not have a caregiver? He thought, eyes widening.
How sad. She seems like she'd be really nice and behaved. Not that brats are bad, I'd still take care of a little that was a brat. Only one as sweet as this though. He nodded to himself. Only one as sweet as this.
"You ready to go? I think I've had all I can take." Hobi groaned, leaning back in his chair as he yawned.
Namjoon's head shot up. "Uh.. Yeah." He cleared his throat. "Yeah, let's go."
As they made their way out, that pink letter crept into his pocket.
The boys putting lockable mittens on mc when they want to force her into baby space, making her crawl around and paw at them for anything she wants. She canât even get her own sippy, she has to look up at her daddies and âpointâ with her mittened hands. And why canât she just demand it, yelling or crying at them?
Because she has on a pacifier gag, one that locks in the back of her head. She canât get it off with the mittens, so sheâs forced to make muffled cries and whines when she needs anything. Theyâll only take it off when sheâs in a compliant baby space, gurgling and crawling around their dorm happily.
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Book club mc would go after an especially hard week. Itâs Thursday, book club was canceled, her roommate threw out the grocery store sushi she was going to eat for dinner, and someone took her laundry out of the machine mid wash and threw it on the disgusting linoleum floors. So, to try and get out of her head, she buys a ticket to a little/cg meet up. When she gets there, In a pink sweatshirt, black leggings/shorts, and pink converse (absolutely slaying), she LOVES it. A few potential daddies have already approached her, respectfully complimenting her and offering their numbers.
Her hoodie pocket is full of scrawled numbers by the end of the night, but one of her real daddies threw them all out when they got home. Her daddies saw her when she was in the little area, playing Rock Paper Scissors with another girl over a stuffie. MC won, and crawled away happily with it. Her daddies were stunned. So much so that they nearly missed her as she crawled past them, but Jungkook quickly grabbed the back of her sweatshirt.
She quickly swung around, but she was so far in little space that she didnât even register the context of them meeting. She just threw open her arms, jumping up into Jungkooks hug happily.
âGuggie!!â She yelled, bouncing happily. âMissed you.â
Jungkook kept her distracted, playing with her as they all promptly walked out. (They went to buy little supplies for it at the booths in the event, but getting her out was much more important.)
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Letter mc would meet namjoon there. Maybe during one of his tours! heâs having a rough time with the schedule and the tensions running through the group with seven annoyed, jet lagged man so he takes his night off to enjoy the scenes around him. With a mask on, he sits in a dark booth, just enjoying the atmosphere around him. Heâs perfectly content to just watch other caregivers enjoy their littles, but a little caught his eye. Mc is sitting alone in the play area with a new stuffie, (she must have won it in the little competitions) also watching. She seems to be doing the same thing, enjoying the others around her get what she so desperately wants. Her eyes are blown wide as they dart around, until finally slowing and landing on namjoon.
They lock eyes, watching each other from across the room. At first, namjoon looks away, thinking she found him familiar, but something brings him back. Sheâs not seeing someone, sheâs just enjoying the sight of him. Her gaze makes him nervous, shifting his feet and clearing his throat as a blush creeps up past him mask.
After a moment of her stare, he waves. Just a little wiggle of his fingers but mc takes it as her cue to clamber of the play area and over to him. She shuffles close, until her feet are placed just between his spread legs.
âhi.â She whispers, holding her hand out.
He chuckles, a little why not reverberating through his head at he takes it. âHi, little miss.â
He glances around one more time, wanting to make sure that this wasnât to good to be true.
