Fluffy/Angst/Littlespace ⛈🥀☁️🍼
Taehyung: little, ages 2-4
Jungkook: caregiver, boyfriend
Requested by: @_taekook_forever
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TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of eating and body image issues!
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"Baby, you need to eat,"
"Taetae no wanna, dada!" The little sobs as he rests his head on Jungkook's chest.
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Taehyung hasn't been eating. He's been getting headaches, nausea, cold, and achy. No, he doesn't have the flu or covid. He doesn't have strep. What could it possibly be?
"Tae, come sit down real quick," Jungkook says and pats the spot on the couch. Taehyung puts his crayons down and sits next to his caregiver.
"I set up a doctor appointment for you, baby. We need to figure out why you feel icky."
"B-but Tae no like soopid doctows! Meanies!"
"Tae, there might be something wrong, though. You're not eating and you might be getting sick. Do you want to be sick?" He asks, gently rubbing the other's sunken cheek. The other pouts and shakes his head, looking down at his cold and bony hands.
"We're going later today, love. We're gonna eat some yummy breakfast and then go." Taehyung nods again, getting up and silently heading to the dining table.
Jungkook cooks them eggs, eating his quite fast because they need to leave soon. Taehyung is left picking at his, moving them around on his plate and chewing slowly.
"Baby, are you okay?"
"Otay, dada," he replies softly, pushing his plate away and sniffling.
"Come here, love," Jungkook says, holding his hands out for his baby to come. Taehyung sits his tiny body on his daddy's lap, hugging him and burying his head into his neck.
"Is Tae scared to go to the doctor?" Jungkook asks, rubbing his little's back and scratching underneath his shirt. A muffled "mhm" is heard, Taehyung's breath tickling his caregiver's neck.
"Being scared is completely okay, baby. Try to remember they're here to help you, yeah? It'll be over before you even know it, I promise."
"Pwomish?" He says, holding up his pinky.
"Promise," he interlinks his pinky with Taehyung's, kissing the boy's forehead then pats his hip to let him know he has to get up. Jungkook puts the dishes in the sink then goes upstairs to change.
"Tae-bear, go change please. We have to leave soon. Yell if you need any help, okay?" He says after he sees the boy playing with his legos again. He nods, going upstairs and changing into a t-shirt and shorts.
"Dada!" He calls out, heading downstairs. A worried Jungkook meets him at the bottom, eyes wide and eyebrows furrowed.
"Are you okay, love? Are you hurt?" He asks, holding his hips. Taehyung nods enthusiastically, smiling at his caregiver.
"Tae otay! Does dada like what I picked?" He cheekily asks. Jungkook's worried face changes to a relieved and fond one, smiling at his little and hugging his waist.
"Dada loves it, Tae. You did amazing this time,"
"Tank chu!" Jungkook pulls him closer and kisses him on the forehead, playing with his hair.
"Now lets go, baby," he says, taking Taehyung's hand and leading him to the door.
Taehyung and Jungkook get out of the car and head into the building filled with other patients leaving and waiting.
"Remember to act like a big boy when we get inside, okay? There could mean people here," he warns, gripping Taehyung's hand subconsciously, "and stay by my side unless I tell you to."
"Otay, da- hyung," he grins, holding his hand tighter too. He smiles back, heading inside with him and talking to the receptionist.
"I'm here for an appointment, Kim Taehyung,"
"Have a seat and a nurse will be right with you,"
Jungkook nods, taking Taehyung and sitting down with him.
"Make sure your mask is adjusted right, love," he whispers, moving his own. Taehyung nods, moving it so it covers his nose a little more.
"Kim Taehyung!" A nurse calls. Jungkook stands up with his boyfriend, walking out to the hallway. Taehyung gets weighted, his height gets measured, and temperature gets taken.
"Wait in room 110B, please. The doctor will see you in a few minutes," the nurse says, leading them to the room. Jungkook bows as a thank you before walking in.
The wait seems like forever to little Taehyung, the mentally younger male swinging his legs and playing with his daddy's fingers.
"D-dada?" he whispers, poking one of the mentally elder's knuckles.
"Yes, baby?"
"Whewe's da doctow?"
"They'll be here in a few minutes, love. We just have to wait," he smiles gently from under the mask, but the little sees his eyes scrunch like they normally do without it. He nods, continuing to play with his caregiver's hands.
The doctor arrives a few minutes later like Jungkook said, smiling softly through her mask at the two males.
"How are you feeling, Taehyung?" She asks, sitting down in front of her computer.
"Fine," he replies, swinging his feet some and subconsciously grabbing Jungkook's hand.
"I hear you're not eating well, and you're having nausea, cold chills, headaches, and stomach pain. I'm just going to draw some blood to get a proper diagnosis, okay?" He nods his head, giving her permission to. After many encouraging words from his boyfriend, she gets it drawn and goes to the lab to run the tests.
After a few minutes she comes back. Jungkook's heart pounds. What could it possibly be?
"It appears that Taehyung is just dehydrated and malnourished. Get him drinking plenty of water and eating two thousand calories a day. The symptoms he's been having is because he isn't eating well."
"Okay, thank you doctor," Jungkook replies to the woman.
"Just check out at the end of the hall and you're good to go. I hope you feel better, Taehyung-ah," she smiles warmly. Taehyung smiles back through his mask, waving as she leaves.
"Let's go home, baby," Jungkook grabs his hand and they walk outside after checking out.
Jungkook immediately makes a sandwich for the little when they get home, setting the plate in front of Taehyung and waiting for him to take a bite. He makes himself a sandwich too to not scare him.
"Why aren't you eating your sandwich, bubs?"
"No wanna, not hungwy." He replies, placing his head in the palm of his hand.
"Come here, please," Taehyung gets up and sits on his caregiver's lap.
"I know you're hungry, baby. I heard your stomach growling in the doctor's office. You didn't eat your eggs this morning. I told myself to make you soup when we get home in case you were really sick but since you aren't I made you a sandwich. Would you like something easy to eat like soup or noodles instead?" He softly asks, rubbing his hip with his thumb.
"No wanna eat," Taehyung mumbles, eyes starting to water.
"Baby, you need to eat,"
"Taetae no wanna, dada!" The little sobs as he rests his head on Jungkook's chest.
"Why not, love?" Jungkook asks and kisses the little's head.
"'M not pwetty! Need to be thinnew," he shouts, burying his head in his chest more.
"Lift your head up, bubs." The caregiver instructs. Taehyung's tearful eyes meet his. He cups his cheek gently, like he's made of paper.
"You need to eat, baby. You get really sick if you don't. You're very pretty, love. Do you know how much I love you? I love you so much my heart hurts."
"No wan' dada huwrt!" Taehyung exclaims, suddenly grabbing both Jungkook's cheeks and pulling his head to his.
"Baby, it's okay. I'm not that type of hurt. What I meant was I love you a lot, and I want you to take care of yourself. Do you think you can be a good boy and eat with dada, hm? You deserve to eat."
Taehyung nods, picking up his sandwich and taking a small bite. Jungkook smiles fondly, praising his little and running his fingers through his hair. Taehyung finishes half of it, which is what Jungkook expects considering he hasn't been eating well.
"You did so good, bub. Daddy's very proud of you," he says, kissing the little's cheeks. Taehyung smiles and gives him a peck on his forehead.
Taehyung slowly got better over time, it took a lot of encouraging words and some doctors, but he got there. Jungkook couldn't be more proud.
Hope you enjoyed! Sorry it took so long :(
I've had a lot going on lately and I recently got diagnosed with Tourette Syndrome.
Thank you again for dming! @_taekook_forever
Stay safe ily guys!
- Lin