Don’t ever tell yourself that you’re not enough, I am certain that you’re truly fine
Just a warning, this is my first fanfic! Does have age regression themes so if you’re not a fan, I ask that you respectfully just don’t read <3 also this will definitely have some angst
!THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION!
“I swear ima kill him.” I hear Changbin say before he storms off to Minho’s room. This makes me cry harder, making Han hold me tighter.
“(y/n/n)” Jeongin says gently, looking at me in Han’s arms with soft eyes. “Do you want anything? A water? A brownie? I know Felix’s brownies can heal anything.” This makes me lift my head out of Han’s chest, and I see Jeongin’s worried soft eyes looking back at me.
“A blanket” I practically whisper, but Jeongin heard it and he rushes to his room and grab one. I really wanted a stuffie, but I knew that would make me definitely slip and also, it would seem odd to ask for something they probably don’t have.
As quickly as Jeongin left, he quickly came back holding a random throw blanket from his room.
“Here you go, (y/n)” He says softly, handing the blanket to Han so he can wrap it around me.
Han does just that, wrapping the blanket securely around me and pulling me back into his chest, rubbing my back comforting.
Back in Minho’s room, Changbin walks in without knocking. “What the hell was that about?” He ask Minho harshly.
“What?” Minho ask as if he didn’t practically blow up on me moments ago. Changbin scoffs, “When have you ever spoken to her that way? Better yet, why did you speak to her that way?”
Minho stays silent, staring at his blanket where he sits on his bed as if its the most interesting thing in the world.
“You just plan on not speaking?” Changbin ask lowly, shaking his head. “You made her cry, so all I know is, you probably won’t be on Han’s good side anymore.” With that, he starts to leave the room before minho stops him.
“I didn’t want her to leave…” Minho says quietly, making Changbin turn to him before Minho continues. “I could see it on her face that her anxiety was bad, just like how I can tell when Ji’s is bad.” He pauses for a few moments, “I couldn’t let her leave when she was struggling.”
“You could’ve told her that without being a dick.” Changbin says simply, leaving the room.
As Changbin walks back into the living room, my cries stopped but I am still in Han’s arms. When I look at Changbin, he notices how red and puffy my eyes are, he just smiles softly. Hyunjin, from the couch, has been observing my behavior since Minho left. How my eyes became a bit wider, more innocent, how I became quiet, the only noise I make is the occasional sniffles. He notices how I am holding onto Han’s shirt for dear life.
“You know what I always wanted to do?” Hyunjin ask outloud, breaking the silence. When no one answers, he rolls his eyes dramatically, “oh hyunjin, what is it you always wanted? Well I am glad you asked, absolutely no one, I always wanted a sleep over.” Hyunjin continued, causing me to giggle, which hyunjin internally cheers.
“Dude, we aren’t five.” Seungmin comments, shaking his head.
“Hey I am five!” Chris states, making us laugh, my giggles filling the room. The guys notice how I giggle, not laugh or chuckle like I usually do, just giggle, a childish giggle which warms their hearts.
I look up at Han from against his chest, my wide innocent eyes looking at him. Han looks down at me, smiling softly. “Do you want to have a sleep over?” He ask me gently, running a hand through my hair. When I nod, Han smiles then looks towards the guys, “looks like we are having a sleep over.”
In only fifteen minutes, the living room is transformed. Apparently the guys’ definition of a sleepover is pulling as many mattresses to the living room and pushing them together to make a big bed. The whole time they did this, I just sat quietly on the couch, wrapping in the blanket that smells like Jeongin. Chris keeps glancing at me, unlike hyunjin who didn’t understand why I been acting the way I am, Chris knows. He knows all about age regression and the signs to look for if a little does regress. He wasn’t sure if I was one, he didn’t want to ask and risk offending me if I wasn’t, but he makes sure to keep a protective watch towards me.
I turn to look at the hallway when I hear a door creak open, Minho walking out almost like he was hesitant.
“C-Can I join?” Minho ask, stutters over his words as if he fears rejection as he looks at me. Without saying anything, I slowly nod my head, my eyes looking so innocent as I look back at Minho. Minho walks closer to me, ignoring the death glare Han is giving him as he sits down, making sure to leave a distance. “I’m sorry (y/n)...” He sighs and try to collect his thoughts. “I-I just didn’t want you to leave, especially when-” I immediately hug him, cutting him off as I wrap my arms tightly around him, whispering a small “its okay.”
My voice was quiet, but small and innocent, something Minho never heard me sound like before. Not wanting to mention it, he wraps his arms around me, one resting against the back of my head, and the other rubbing my back.
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