A/N: ayyo ladies and gentlemen!!

its kinda a filler and a short chapter sorry

but it has taekook fluff so who cares right?

Jungkook pushed the door to his, now their room, open with his leg, with Taehyung cuddled up in his arms. He walked into the room and gently placed Taehyung down on to the bed, making him sit up on the edge of the bed.

"Tae, have you slipped?"

Jungkook whispered softly, cupping the younger's face, finger softly tracing his cheekbones.

Taehyung pouted, jutting his lower lip out as he mumbled,

"A-almost, need TaTa a-and onesie."

Jungkook cooed at the thought of Taehyung in an onesie.

He would look so fucking cute.

No, not fucking, fuchsia as Taehyung put it so eloquently.

No cursing in the presence of an adorable, innocent baby boy.

So Jungkook lifted the younger again, with Taehyung wrapping his legs around Jungkook's waist so that he wouldn't fall down.

"Let's get you into the bathroom so that you can change?"

Jungkook said, bopping Taehyung's nose softly, smiling softly at him.

Taehyung giggled as he nodded softly. He loved it when Jungkook carried him.

Those muscular arms had some use after all.

With a soft smile, Jungkook walked into the large bathroom, before placing Taehyung down on the counter next to the sink.

"Don't touch anything baby, I'll be back with your onesie okay?"

Taehyung hummed in agreement as played and fiddled with the rings on his fingers.

Yes, the wedding ring along with the several thin silver rings he loved wearing.

But whenever he slipped into little space, they always annoyed him, itching his long fingers. It felt as if they were restricting his movement.

Frowning, he pulled them off his fingers, and opened the cabinet next to the mirror, to keep the rings.

Stretching over the sink, he placed the rings next to the stand in the cabinet.

Just as he was going to close it, something shiny caught his eyes.

Fascinated, he reached out to pull it out of the stand and play with it, forgetting Jungkook warning him not to touch anything.

But who could blame him?

He was a curious little after all.

And he had a fascination for shiny objects.

If he saw something shiny, he just had to touch it and play with it.

That's why he always kept all the sharp objects locked in a cupboard in his kitchen.

But now he was in Jungkook's bathroom, who had no idea about Taehyung's fascination for shiny things.

So that spelt trouble.

Taehyung twirled the razor in his fingers, enthralled by how the light from the overhead tube shined off the shiny metallic surface.

He wanted to touch it.

So he lightly ran his fingers over the edge of the razor, not knowing what would happen because he was a little, and littles don't shave.

And as crimson liquid appeared on his delicate fingers, followed by the slicing pain, Taehyung screamed.

Taehyung was scared of blood. Absolutely scared of it. He just couldn't stand the sight of blood at any cost, whether he was in little space or not.

And if it was his own, it scared him much more. There was nothing more scarier than that for him.

Thank god he wasn't a girl.

"A-AH! B-BWOOD! H-HWUTS!!"

He screamed, slipping completely into the lower range of his headspace.

Jungkook ran into the bathroom alarmed by Taehyung's screams, the onesie in one hand.

And as he saw the scene in front of him, the razor stained with blood lying on the floor, Taehyung sobbing on the counter and blood trickling down those pretty fingers of his.

And Jungkook screamed, not knowing what to do for a second.

"TAEHYUNG!!!"

And then Taehyung slipped once more.

Jungkook had forgotten one important thing.

Loud noises made Taehyung slip into baby space if he was already in little space.

And given how scared he had already been, it was quite expected that he would slip.

Taehyung's cries got more high pitched and he started blubbering incomprehensible words.

"H-HW-HWUTS T-TAE-T-TAE AAHH"

Jungkook quickly snapped out of his shock, realizing that the younger was in baby space now.

Taehyung was in baby space when he was awake.

Jungkook rushed to the counter quickly picking up the fallen razor and putting it in cabinet so that no one would get further hurt by it.

Turning on the tap, he gently took Taehyung's bleeding fingers into his hand as he held it gently under the flowing water.

Taehyung gasped in pain as he paused sobbing as the cuts stung as the water rushed on to them, staining the pearl white sink with his crimson blood.

"N-NUHH"

Taehyung screeched as the pain got unbearable.

Whenever he was in baby space, he always felt pain much more magnified than it normally would.

Jungkook wrapped his free arms around the thrashing boy to calm him down, but Taehyung was far too deep to realize what was even happening.

He could only see blood and feel the pain.

And he wanted it to stop.

He knew nothing beyond that.

So he thrashed his tiny frame around trying to get out of Jungkook's grip.

"Tae baby, no you'll only hurt yourself more."

Jungkook murmured soothingly into the crying boy's ear as he held the wiggling boy firmly in place, one hand holding his arm the other on his waist.

Hearing Jungkook's voice, he calmed down a little, he stopped trying to get out of Jungkook's grip, much to the olders relief.

Once the blood flow reduced, Jungkook picked up the crying boy in his arms and carried him to the bed. Placing him gently on the bed, he dropped him on the middle of the bed, placing pillows around him to make sure he doesn't roll off.

When he pulled away to get the first aid box, Taehyung's cries got louder.

So Jungkook bent down next to the younger and gently cupped his face and whispered,

"Baby, stay here, I'm getting something. I promise I'll come back and do whatever you wanna okay honey?"

Taehyung loosened his grip around Jungkook's collar, that he had managed to grab on to when Jungkook had bent down close to his face.

He felt safe in Jungkook's presence.

He knew no one would hurt him if he stayed with Jungkook.

Because he hadn't listened to Jungkook, he had gotten hurt.

He should listen to him, his dada.

Jungkook slowly pulled away, before rushing to the bathroom to get first aid box.

His baby had hurt himself.

Because Jungkook had left him attended.

Jungkook couldn't even believe that he had made such a stupid mistake.

Because of his carelessness, now Taehyung was hurt.

Hastily wiping away a stray tear that had escapes from his eyes, he picked up the first aid kit and rushed out.

Taehyung was still lying on the bed, sobbing softly, curled up into a tiny ball on his side, in that huge hoodie of Jungkook's.

Jungkook's heart clenched at the sight.

Because of him Taehyung was hurt.

Because of him Taehyung was crying.

All because of him.

Choking back a sob built in his throat he walked to the bed.

"Bub, I gotta bandage your fingers, I need you to sit up."

Jungkook whispered, slowly turning the curled up boy.

Taehyung pouted, not understanding the wetness in Jungkook's eyes.

So he softly stuttered, trying to put together the very few words he knew.

"D-dada c-cwy?"

And Jungkook froze.

A/N:

such a beautiful cliffhanger.

next chapter shall be fun?

hope everyone liked the chapter ksjkjsksj

also i've got this new obsession for troye sivan help me pls

take yourself home and blue are my favsss