We all arrive to our shared home after a short drive from the city office.
The home is huge and spacious in one of the richest areas of Seoul because... we can easily afford it. It is equipped with six bedrooms and four office rooms with special features like a gaming room, home theater, gym, and outdoor pool.
All entering the house, we walked directly into the open concept kitchen/dining/living area where we were greeted with the sound of screaming and laughter. There are toys, coloring books, and abandoned snacks all over the floor and Cinderella was playing on the large flat screen television in the living space. In front of the television laid an excessive amount of blankets and pillows piled together like a nest. On top of the mound of fabric were three boys, one huddled in the fetal position while the two others tackled him manically.
"Oh, God," I gasped at the chaotic sight.
"Jesus, Hobi," Yoongi groaned loudly, "You were supposed to stop them from destroying the house, not give them a free reign to destruction."
"I'm sorry!" the raven haired man yelled as he protected his head, "After I brought them home from their hair appointments they were so excited they went off the walls. All I could do was surrender!"
"Daddy!" a harmonious scream came from the two boys piled on top of Hoseok as they jumped from the mound of fabric and clumsily sprinted around couches and chairs to get to the group of men who had just entered the messy house; two in particular.
"Daddy! L-Like my hair?" the taller boy squealed as he slammed into Yoongi's chest with an unsurpassable bunny-toothed grin. His head was covered in a pink/red/purple toned fluff, much brighter than the raven locks he was sporting when we all left for work this morning.
"I love it, Kookie," Yoongi grinned at the boy, momentarily losing his strict disposition as he admired his young boyfriend's new, colorful hair.
"Mine's prettier!" a joyful squeak came from the short silver headed boy clinging to Jin's arm.
He looked looked up at the tall man with wide, hopeful eyes, "Isn't it pretty, daddy?"
"Yes, baby Chimmie," Jin smiled down at his small, expectant boyfriend.
"What a facade of cuteness," Hoseok grumbled as he stomped out of the living room and up to Namjoon, giving him a peck on the lips, "Don't you two try and pretend you weren't being demons a few seconds ago."
Both boys looked guiltily at the ground, attempting to avoid Jin and Yoongi's gaze. I grinned, happy at the fact I did not have a little that was needing scolding right now. This was strictly my hyungs' problem.
"Why were you two being so naughty for uncle Hobi after he was so nice to take you both to your hair appointments?" Jin said strictly, primarily addressing Jimin.
"We didn't mean to," Jimin mumbled back.
Hoseok snorted humorlessly, "That little instigator knew exactly what he was doing."
"Jimin," Jin said sternly as he addressed his mischievous boyfriend, "Why do you always have to start trouble?"
"I'm sowwy daddy," Jimmin pouted with his thick, plump bottom lip stuck out dramatically.
Everyone, including Jin, rolled their eyes. We all knew that was a big, fat lie.
"And Jungkook," Yoongi addressed the red haired boy who clung to his front, even more firmly than Jin, "Why did you follow Jimin's example if he was being bad? You know better than that."
He looked up at the older with wide, sorrowful eyes, "I know I d-did wrong, daddy... b-but Chimmie said we were having fun!"
I couldn't help feeling bad for the kid. Jimin was a bit of a monster from time-to-time... okay, allthe time, and Jungkook has such a soft personality. It was easy for the naughty little to take advantage of the house's bunny baby.
"You will both start cleaning, now," Yoongi ordered, Jin nodded in agreement.
Both Jungkook and Jimin pouted, but immediately did as they were told. Dragging their feet, they began filling their arms with the strewn toys and coloring books.
"I swear," Jin growled as he stared down his silver haired little with a growing load full of plushies in his grasp.
"You going to punish him?" Namjoon asked casually as he lazily wrapped an arm around Hoseok's waist.
"I'd love to, but its barely worth it anymore," Jin huffed as he ran a hand over his face, "He loves every punishment I give him. I swear he gets in trouble just for the punishment at the end."
"Maybe you need to stop fucking him at the end of each punishment," I snorted.
"Hey," Jin snapped, "these are supposed to be punishments for him, not for me. Damn."
"Sorry, hyung," I laughed as I pulled away from the group, "I'm going to get ready for my date."
I walked over to the staircase and turn around when I heard a loud groan, turning around I laughed again when I saw an infuriated Hoseok who had just stepped in a mound of half eaten snack cakes.
"I am so fucking glad I don't have an age fetish! I am so damn sick of children," he droned as he stomped past me on the stairs, tracking chocolate cake and cream filling across the wood floor the entire way.
Namjoon followed close behind, ready to console is whining boyfriend. We all knew Hosoek was a big talker when he was mad, he loved Jimin and Jungkook regardless of their ill-disciplined behavior at times.
"See," I hollered over to the Yoongi and Jin still frowning at their boyfriends picking up the house, "This is exactly why I am going on a date with Aeja tonight!"
I walked up the stairs and down the hall to my bed room. Walking in I immediately unbuttoned my silk shirt and tossed it on my bed before heading to the ensuite.
I washed my face and went to the walk-in closet and put on a casual pair of black jeans, white printed t-shirt, and faded jean jacket. Scooping up my phone, I texted Aeja that I was on my way to which she quickly replied.
Although I desired to date a normal individual like her, the thought of meeting her made my stomach clench uncomfortably as I headed back downstairs. But this is what I wanted, why was a feeling so uncomfortable? I shook the unpleasant feeling off and chalked it up to nerves and the fact that I'm still new to dating people who don't have a young alter ego.
When I arrived down on the first floor, Jimin and Jungkook were still picking up their mess. Jin and Yoongi sat at the dining room table watching and contemplating what their chastisement would be this time.
I sighed, remembering what that was like. My past littles were all fairly naughty and I had to deliver many punishments. The worst was my last little, but I shook off the thought of him immediately.
The littles Jimin and Jungkook were two of the newest additions to our communal living space and make-shift family. The other most recent person to move in was Hoseok, but he was not a little. The three entered our lives after the record label was up and running, and although Jimin and Jungkook can be terrors, we all love each other.
Jimin was the first to enter our lives. He applied for a job as an assistant at the label soon after business began to grow rapidly. Jin sniffed him out as a little instantly; granted, Jimin stuck out as a little like a sore thumb. The petite man has a very strong little personality and rarely goes into big headspace, which made him struggle immensely to keep his secret unnoticed during his interview for the assistant position. Jin quickly became infatuated with the handsome boy and offered to become his caretaker within just a week. Many would think was moving too fast, but for them it just worked. Jimin was grateful for Jin's immediate affections, explaining to us after moving in he had been applying for the job to support himself after his father kicked him out of his childhood home after learning his was not only a little, but also gay.
Hoseok came after that when Yoongi brought him in as a contracted writer and producer with the company. He and Yoongi were old friends from a past foster home, but while he worked with the label he spent a majority of his time partnering with Namjoon. They got together in a non-little/big relationship, which was never their kink to begin with, and surprised everyone. Although we had been with Namjoon for so long, none of us had any idea he was bi-sexual, he said he didn't either before he fell for Hoseok. It took around a year before Hoseok moved into our home with Namjoon and he still works at the company, but now in a permanent position as head writer/producer.
Our most recent resident is Jungkook who Yoongi actually found randomly on the street. The boy was very young, just having turned 18 and graduated secondary school when Yoongi saved him while he was having a little breakdown on the street. The tantrum was caused when a woman mercilessly screamed at him for accidently tripping on a crack in the sidewalk and bumping into her, causing her to spill her coffee all over herself. Yoongi quickly scooped up the hysterical little and brought him to our home, where we all explained to him we understood and accepted what he was. He had never had a caretaker before and had suppressed his little tendencies for the majority of his life. Jungkook agreed to move into our home and for Yoongi to be his caretaker, but they did not enter an official relationship until months later when the younger was comfortable.
Which leaves me as the only individual in the house without a significant other.
"I'm heading out for my date," I announce to the caretakers at the table, but am easily overheard by the littles still cleaning.
"TaeTae has a date?!" Jimin gasps as he drops a container of crayons to run over to me, scattering the small colorful sticks back all over the floor.
He grasps my arm excitedly as he gazes up with wide eyes, "New friend?"
I hear a big gasp as Jungkook scrambles onto the couch, leaning over the back eagerly while looking at me, "Kookie loves new friends!"
"No, no," I sigh as I run a hand through Jimin's soft grey locks, "TaeTae is seeing a girl who is big like me."
The boys' smiles instantly drop.
"No new friends?" Jungkook whines with a pouty frown.
"Girl?" Jimin scrunches up his face and looks at me with distaste.
"Jimin!" Jin snaps at the boy for his rude behavior.
"B-But TaeTae is going to see a girl!" Jimin argues back to his boyfriend, "TaeTae likes boys!"
"Chimmie," I say as I pat the little's head, "I like boys and girls."
"Hyungie's k-kissed girls?" Jungkook suddenly asks with large, surprised eyes.
"Yes I've kissed girls, Kookie," I nod to the redhead as he looks at me in amazement.
"...W-What's it like?" he asks shyly.
"Why, Kookie?" I ask, grinning, "Do youwant to kiss as girl?"
Jungkook blushes heavily and Yoongi's eyes immediately snap up at my teasing examining the embarrassed little before sharply addressing him, "Excuse me?"
"Oh, stop it hyung," I chuckle as I slap him on the shoulder, "You like boys and girls, too."
Jungkook's mouth drops as he stares at his caretaker, "D-Daddy's kissed girls?!"
"Oh yes, he has," I joke further as my older friend becomes more and more irritated, "Before you came along, Kookie, Yoongi kissed a lot of girls!"
The younger gasped at the information I just tattled on his boyfriend, but quickly became curious, "W-What's it l-like?"
"Thank you," Yoongi growled at me, "I'm going to have a thousand questions to answer now."
"My pleasure," I winked back, "Alright, I'm going to head out—"
"Why can't Bongju come back?" Jimin suddenly injects without warning.
I freeze at his words and Yoongi's eyes widen while Jin jumps out of his chair.
"Jimin! We've talked about this!" Jin gasped as he rushed up to his small boyfriend and looked at me apologetically, "Tae, I'm so sorry."
"I-It's okay," I stammered before clearing my throat awkwardly, "He didn't mean anything bad by it."
Jimin looked down shamefully. He knew we didn't talk about Bongju anymore, but he did it anyway.
"I'm sorry," he whispered while fiddling with his fingers, "I d-didn't mean to upset TaeTae."
I sighed at the woeful boy, knowing he was truly sorry, before I fluffed his hair gently.
"Chimmie, I'm not mad," I said quietly.
"R-Really?" he asked, peaking up at me uncertainly
"Of course," I smile lightly at him, "Now I'm gonna get going."
"Good luck, Tae," Yoongi said as I turned around. I knew he still wasn't sold on me trying to date someone who wasn't a little.
"Yeah! G-Good luck k-kissin' girlies!" Jungkook screamed after me and giggled wildly, thinking his teasing was the funniest thing in the world.
I reached the front door and turned back to the sniggering little before replying, "Maybe you can try kissing a girl sometime, Kookie."
The boy immediately stopped laughing and blushed wildly before hiding behind the back of the couch.
I chuckled lightly as I exited the house and walked over to my car, quickly pulling out of the drive and to a new coffee house a decent distance away from my home.
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I had been sitting at a cozy table in the corner of the café while sifting through my phone for the last ten minutes. Aeja had texted and told me she was running a bit late, but would be there soon so I patiently waited.
Switching between social media sites, I was engrossed in my feeds full of colorful pictures and updates from close friends and acquaintances when a sweet laugh brought me out of my trance.
It was the cutest, honey-toned giggle I had ever heard, sounding like a gentle melody sweeping through the coffee house. I looked up and desperate searched around the café to see the source of delightful tune.
And then I saw her.
The barista behind the counter who was laughing fondly with her coworker. I had not noticed her before when I came in, maybe she was in the back or just started her shift? Because there was no way I would have missed her.
She was petite with delicately gorgeous features. Everything about her was so small, I felt like I could fit her in the palm of my hand. Her creamy skin glowed with dewy perfection, though I could tell she was barely waring any makeup. Her long hair was shiny and slightly waved and tied up into a ponytail, exposing her dainty neck.
As she continued to sport an adorable smile and talk quietly between her coworker and customers, I continued to watch her every movement. I knew I looked like a creep, but couldn't help staring. I was instantaneously infatuated with this naturally beautiful woman. She was so graceful and poised in a way I had never seen before... but there was something else about her. Something I could exactly pinpoint, but felt familiar.
This girl had a secret. I don't know how I could almost instantly tell she was hiding something; I just had that feeling as I watched her. However, I was dying to know what it was... I felt it was a secret I would enjoy.
"Taehyung!"
My view of the appealing stranger was blocked as Aeja plopped down in the seat across the table. She was dressed way too formally, and a bit slutty, for a coffee date. An ample amount of her skin was shown from her short, black body hugging dress that displayed an abundant cleavage along with a pair of stilettos. Her face was also caked with makeup and smelled of strong floral perfume. It was obvious she was trying hard to catch my interest.
But it was more off-putting than anything.
"Sorry I'm late," she apologized while beaming at me.
"No problem," I forced myself to smile back, "What can I go get you?"
"Soy latte," she said, batting her fake eyelashes as she set her chin on her hand while gazing on me.
"Okay, be right back," I fake grinned again as I stood from my seat.
Excitement started to spread through my body as I practically ran to the front counter. The small barista was already standing at the register turned around talking to her coworker wiping down mugs by the espresso machine. The man nodded his head, indicting there was a customer ready to order and she quickly turned around. My heart melted when I was met with her sweet, genuine smile.
"What can I get for you?" she asked. Her voice was just as dulcet as her laugh.
Instead of answering I just stared at her in awe. Up-close, she was somehow even more beautiful. I could tell she was young, not 'illegal young,' but maybe just over. Her skin was flawless and the apples of her cheeks and plump lips shared the same pink hue. Her dark eyes sparkled brightly and her hair looked like it would likely feel like silk if I touched it. God, I wanted to touch it.
"Sir?" she said softly, getting my attention.
I blinked at her before blurting out, "T-Taehyung!"
"I'm sorry?" she furrowed her brow and tilted her head slightly to the side. How could such a tiny movement make her look even cuter.
"I-I'm Taehyung. T-Taehyung is my name," I sputtered out.
Why was I acting like this? I was a man who normally had a cosmic amount of confidence and charisma. No one ever made me crumble into a nervous pile of rubble. No one. Ever.
Except her.
"Oh," a small grin played on her lips as she looked up at me through her thick eyelashes, "It's nice to meet you Taehyung."
I never knew my name could sound so good until it came from her lips. I couldn't help but wonder how the name 'daddy' would sound coming from her as well.
I quickly shook the impure thought away as I gave her my order.
"An Americano and a soy latte, please," I say, summoning a strong, stable voice with the best of my ability.
"Sure," she smiles before relaying the order to her coworker who gets busy with making the drinks while she takes my card to pay for the order.
"I hope I'm not being too foreword," she says softly as she hands back my card and lightly blushes, "You have the most beautiful voice I have ever heard."
I couldn't help as a boxy smile formed across my face, "My voice? Really?"
Seriously, really? Has she never heard her voice before?
She nods shyly, "It's very individual. I think I could listen to it all day."
I can make that happen... Stop!
"I'm flattered," I reply.
"Sorry," she said, obviously embarrassed, "I'm sure people tell you that all the time."
"Actually, I don't," I said, actually thinking on the fact that no one has told me I have a nice speaking voice, "I think that as the most unique complements I have ever received."
"Oh," she expressed before beginning to giggle her precious little laugh.
I couldn't help but smile even wider at the fact that I had made her laugh. Why did that feel so special?
"Here are your drinks, sir," the other barista interrupts our interaction by setting the two espresso drinks on the counter in front of me and turns quickly to the woman I am conversing with, "I can handle the front if you want to go get stock over with."
"Oh, sure," she nods to him before turning back to me with a smile, "Enjoy your drinks, Taehyung."
"Thanks," I breathed out as she turned around and exited to the back room.
As she went, I caught myself gazing over the back of her figure covered in a simple yet hugging pair of skinny jeans and long-sleeved back shirt. All of her curves were perfectly presented as I run my eyes down her flawless body lingering over her plump bottom. I bet it would fit in my hands perfectly.
A throat cleared as I looked up at the other barista I hadn't even noticed was watching me. He gave me a disapproving look as I picked up the coffee cups and turned back to my table where Aeja was coating her lips with another layer of dark red lipstick.
I set her drink down in front of her before slipping into my seat. She hummed with happiness as he grabbed her mug and took a sip.
I had no idea what to talk about, mainly because I just wanted to watch for the pretty barista to come back out to the counter, so I brought up a random topic I knew Aeja would chatter endlessly about.
"So, the boys seemed really excited this afternoon. Did you have a good celebration with them?" I asked.
"Oh, they were ecstatic! I swear, herding those boys takes so much of my energy. That's why I'll never have kids..."
And just like that, she was off talking about anything and everything as I pretended to listen. I periodically nodded and sipped my coffee while glancing up at the front counter every few seconds where the gorgeous girl had still not returned.
It had been several minutes of Aeja talking endlessly when she suddenly grabbed by free hand sitting on the table. I looked at her as she eyed me inquisitively.
"Taehyung, is something wrong?" she asked.
"Why would you say that?" I replied, still not able to stop myself from looking at the counter behind her head."
"You just don't seem very present," she says.
"Sorry, I really don't mean so spacy," I apologize, essentially lying.
There is someone else I'd much rather be with right now.
"Well... there was something I was thinking," she lowered her voice while leaning in, presenting her exposed cleavage to me as she began to draw imaginary circles on the back of my hand with her finger, "I thought maybe we could go back my place tonight and repeat how we ended our last coffee date?"
She flicked her eyes up to mine as I gulped uncomfortably.
"I have to use the the restroom," I spit out while standing up and pulling my hand from her reach, "be right back."
"O-Okay..." she said, startled as she watched me walk away.
I breathed out with relief was I reached the restrooms. I leaned on the vanity counter after I entered and locked the door behind me, grumbling to myself about my poor life choices.It's true, I had sex with Aeja quite quickly after our first date. It was actually supposed to be a meeting to talk about the K-Pop group's contract over coffee, but we ended up in her bed. I have actually ended up in many people's beds while I've been searching for a non-little/big relationship. I wanted to be in a normal commitment, but it seemed I was just becoming a normal fuckboy.
After a period of time I decided it was time to go back out to the table and turn Aeja down. I really wasn't in the mood for a meaningless hook-up today. Heading out the door, I was stuck in other thoughts when a small body collided with mine. Looking down I saw a pair of surprised shining eyes staring up at me.
"Oh! I'm sorry sir!" she gasped in a frantic apology, but her plush lips turned upward when she realized who I was, "Wait—Taehyung, right?"
"Y-Yes," I gasp back, my breath still caught from her close proximity.
"Um..." she says nervously while a blush creeped up her cheeks, "Are you going to...?"
The pretty girl nods down to her waist and I follow her gaze to see my hands wrapped around her middle. I didn't even realize I had been holding her this whole time.
"I-I'm sorry," I stutter as I quickly release her from my grasp.
"It's okay," she practically whispers while avoiding my stare, trying to hid her pink cheeks and nervous smile from me.
But I saw it and it almost made we want to coo and grasp her precious face in both my hands. God, she was so beautiful.
"Well, I should get back to the front," she mumbled out as she began to turn around and walk away.
"Wait!" I sputtered out before she made it barely a few steps away.
She turns back around and tilts her head to the side, "Yes?"
"What's your name?" I asked, turning anxious to know who this beauty was.
Splaying her delicate smile, she clutches her waist apron in her petite fingers before answering, "(Y/N)."
I don't say anything, just allow my boxy smile to grow as she blushes yet again and turned back around and disappears to continue her work.
"(Y/N)," I whisper to myself while strolling back into the main area of the café.
Going to my table, I see Aeja is still waiting there stressfully tapping her finger against the wood-topped table.
"I'm sorry, Aeja, but I have to get going," I say casually as I stand beside the table without bothering to sit back down.
Her face drops in disappointment and confusion, "But we've barely talked at all—"
"I know, but I'm needed at home so I have to get going," I say grabbing my jacket hanging on the back of the chair I had been sitting in.
"Well..." Aeja says frantically as she stands up from her own seat, "Maybe you can come to my place later—"
"I'm pretty busy now so I don't think I will be able to," I say indifferently as I shrug my jacket over my shoulder, "It was good to see you."
I walk away from the confused women, not caring about the hurt look she gives me while I walk to the front entrance. As I start to open the door, I throw a quick glance toward the front counter where the pretty girl, (Y/N), is already watching me leave. When she noticed I had caught her looking, she immediately blushed and turned around to fiddle the espresso machine behind her.
A smile crossed my face and my heart fluttered lightly as I exited the café. I couldn't wait to come back to this café again, to see that pretty girl. God, I wanted her to be mine.
My pretty girl.
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Namseok – Switch relationship
Jinmin – Dom = Jin, Little = Jimin (aka: Chimmie)
Sugakookie – Dom = Yoongi, Little = Jungkook (aka: Kookie)
Gotta love those off-the-grid ships!
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