calling them baby boy for the first time ☆
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—mark ✩
you were sitting across from each other in an outdoor table, sipping down caffeinated drinks while mark released 5 years of stress. "okay so get this," he takes a long gulp from his iced americano. "Jackson had the audacity to take my pillow and—" suddenly, the hand that clutched his cool drink went flying to his temple and his face contorted. brain freeze. "baby boy, be careful!" you said, impulsively, your motherly instincts taking over. mark then giggles like a school girl and clutches the collar of his shirt with the tips of his ears burning red. since he's older than you, he really didn't expect to be called that. but then he foolishly lashes out in aegyo, cupping his cheeks into a v shape and whine is a babyish voice, "that's me~!" which only makes him squeal and wiggle in his seat like a toddler while hiding behind his sweater paws in disgust.
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—jaebeom ✩
even though jb didn't seem like sub potential—he always topped all the dates he brought into your apartment—it was worth a shot. you liked to call it a little a twist to the I'm-falling-in-love-with-my-roommate cliché. so when you were struck by an opportunity—that opportunity being jaebum obliviously assuming you liked being choked—you embraced it, "oh, baby boy, if only you knew." you wink at him and it takes every ounce of self control for him to act like he was unphased. but the corner of his mouth curled with a mind of its own, his curiosity taking over. "why don't you show me?"
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—jinyoung ✩
"are you on drugs?" yeah, it's not really going to sit well with him. he's just too used to being the mom of the group, and seems to be more on the traditional side to fully enjoy it. he'd rather you just call him 'baby' instead, but if you like to be a little on the pestering side, he's not gonna ever get mad at you for calling him baby boy as a way to joke around. in fact, it'll most likely grow on him overtime. not that he'd ever admit it, but if you look closely enough you could see the tiny curve of his lips before he wipes it away.
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—youngjae ✩
poor baby was sick :(( you laid beside him as he miserably coughed into his sleeve, sniffling a few times before asking, "can you pass me a tissue, please?" he pointed to the tissue box beside you and pluck a tissue with ease, getting an extra one just in case. "here you go, baby boy." he didn't hesitate to shield his rosy cheeks as his eyes beamed at you through his spectacles. "thank you, noona." he said after his timid laughing fit, blowing his nose afterwards. he didn't need to hear it a second time to fall in love with it.
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—bambam ✩
"baby boy? I thought I looked 46?" he doesn't miss the opportunity the bring up his hilarious encounter at his hotel, even if you've already heard for the 67th time. you rolled your eyes at his goofiness, "you're still a baby boy to me." he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pecked your cheek then snickered, "you don't treat me like a baby boy, though. you treat me like a slut." his voice decreases into a libidinous tone, adding, "I've been a good boy today, can baby boy have a reward?" it didn't take long for him to use the pet name to benefit himself.
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—yugyeom ✩
he was purposely acting cute for your attention, trying to urge you to drop the book you were skimming through, and it worked. "awe, you're such a cute baby boy!" you cooed while cupping his precious cheeks that matched his strawberry strands. "am I?" he pouted, fishing for more of your praise. he loves praise. "of course! you're adorable." he giggles and climbs onto your lap with his lengthy limbs wrapped around you like a koala. the pet name made him feel like he truly belonged to his mommy, he felt safe and extra submissive. it would've be long until he started pestering for your not so wholesome touches in his whiny, persuading voice, so you could tell him how much of a good baby boy he was as he was cumming all over himself.
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