yoongi stared up at jeongguk in shock horror. a punishment?
"w-what?!" yoongi gasped as jeongguk kneeled in front of him.
"kitten was bad, so kitten needs to learn his lesson, no?"
yoongi looked around at all the others in the room, none of which seemed to have the intention of stopping this so-called punishment.
he just knew it wouldn't be good.
"n-no! no please!" yoongi begged, hands gripping jeongguk's baggy shirt like a vice. "please, gukkie! y-yoonie will be a g-good boy...j-just, please... d-don't punish me..." the boy wept pitifully, praying that someone would have sympathy for him. unfortunately, that wasn't the case as jeongguk sat beside him as jimin forced yoongi over the younger's lap.
"n-no! no please! i'm sorry! y-yoonie's sowwy! pwease!"
jeongguk rubbed his back lightly, hushing him. "sweetheart, do you trust me?" he asked softly, receiving a quick nod from the crying boy. "then if you really need me to stop, what will you say, hm?"
"u-um... cherry.. i-i like cherries..." yoongi mumbled. jeongguk hummed and kissed the boy's head. "then gukkie will get you some cherries if you take this punishment like the good boy you are, okay?"
yoongi bit his lip, now feeling much more safe. it was okay. jeongguk wasn't like the rest. he wasn't like his mom. he wasn't like mr kim. he wasn't like wonjun. he was safe. he nodded slowly. "o-otay gukkie. i-i trust you... love you gukkie,"
jeongguk's heart fluttered at the words, stroking his backside softly. "i love you too, sweets. i'll only do five, okay?"
yoongi nodded again, clutching the sheets tightly as he closed his eyes.
the other boys stood around, trying to distract themselves in the best ways possible. jimin had taken a liking to a particular spot on the ceiling, whilst taehyung found the floor suddenly fascinating.
all five of them were snapped out of their thoughts when the first spank landed and yoongi let out a small shriek. jeongguk waited a few seconds before doing the next, letting yoongi hold onto his hand.
"you're doing so well, love," namjoon began. "i'm so proud of you, y'know,"
yoongi sniffled as he looked up at the other. "w-weally?" he whimpered softly as the third spank hit. "yes, baby. you're being such a good boy," seokjin added. "t-tank chu daddy..."
with this little confidence boost, yoongi was able to take the other two like they were nothing. he was sniffling softly as jeongguk fixed him up.
"shh, my good boy," jeongguk whispered as yoongi buried his blotchy face in his shoulder. jeongguk looked at jimin who was quick to leave the room and run down to seokjin's kitchen, searching high and low for a pack of cherries for his baby.
when he found them, he made sure they were good enough for the boy before he ran back upstairs where he found yoongi giggling softly as taehyung blew raspberries on the boy's soft tummy.
"t-tickles!!" yoongi squealed loudly.
"baby~" jimin cooed, shaking the pack of cherries slightly.
yoongi gasped and made grabby hands for them. "cherries! cherries! d-daddy lookies! minnie g-got yoonie cherries!"
seokjin cooed at him as he peppered kisses all over the little's face. "yes baby~! minnie got yoonie cherries for being such a good boy! we're all so proud of you~!"
yoongi giggled softly as he was fed a cherry, perfectly happy with being taken care of by these six amazing caregivers. he loved it, and he wouldn't be anywhere else.
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alas, all good things must come to an end.
for yoongi, that was when he stepped through the door of his home, instantly hearing his mother's moans and being hit with the stench of marijuana. he hated this.
he covered his ears as he scrambled to his room, making sure to lock the door behind him. he bit his lip and grabbed his kumamon plushie and pacifier, instantly slipping into his small headspace again.
"k-kuma!! hewo! did you miss me? y-yoonie missed you, kuma!" he babbled softly, hugging the plushie tightly. "j-jeongukkie punished yoonie today b-because yoonie was bad... hmph. b-but minnie fed me cherries! they were yummy!" the boy giggled as he reminisced the day's earlier events.
"kumamon... is... is yoonie r-really a bad boy...?" he mumbled. "i-is that why... why everyone hurts me..? b-because i'm bad..?" his eyes were downcast as he held the stuffie close to his chest, sucking on the worn out pacifier with more fervour. "i don't wanna be a bad boy.." he muttered.
"k-kuma.. kuma, i'm a good boy... i-i'm a good boy.." he curled up against himself, protecting himself from heaven knows what as he repeated the phrase like a mantra.
he was doing anything he could to escape the horrors of his mother's moans. it was horrible. he just wanted to run away.
"can't leave her... i-i gotta stay... i can't leave her.." he choked out, a tear finally sliding down his cheek.
he felt so trapped. he would do anything to be in the safe and warm arms of the six nerds who actually made him feel loved.
"but they must be tired of me, right?
..chaeyoung got tired of me.. that's why she blocked me.. isn't it? kuma... i don't want to be alone. i don't want to be alone..."
the night went on, until finally he was met with the alluring bliss of silence.
"y-yoonie loves you, kuma..." he mumbled softly, climbing onto his mattress as he held the plushie tightly.
"night night, kuma. night night daddy... an' minnie, an' hobi hobi, an' joonie, an' taetae an'.. an' gukkie~" he giggled softly as he said the latter's name, feeling his tummy tingle at the thought of the youngest of their little group. "night night, eomma" he sighed as he finally closed his eyes, feeling himself drift away into a state of uncomfortable slumber.
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