Hiii, I was just wondering if I could request hc's for what cg names you think NCT would use? Thanks!
I love your blog btw, it's a huge comfort when I'm regressed or want to regress and can't :)
cg!dreamies' favorite nicknames !
cg!nct dream x f!reader
genre fluff, agere content warnings feminine nicknames, one mention of blood dni if you sexualize age regression author's note thank you so much for the request and kind words, nonnie ! leaving huge kiss on ur forehead. 127 + wayv soon ( now that i'm out of school ! cheer ! )
mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ)
mack ! the result of his tiny struggling with the letter r - 10/10. very cute no notes from him
also, consider: minnie
was a bit feminine for his liking at first but didn’t say anything
over time it’s a name he’s grown attached to and is lowkey overcome with cuteness aggression when you call him that
“what rhymes with heart?” mark breaks the comfortable silence in his room, notebook next to his seat on the bed as you draw with your belly to the floor, feet swinging up in the air.
“um… part? bart? lart?” you think. “heart… fart. hehe.”
“…part.” he repeats in a mumble, scribbling the idea down.
“fart!”
“i’m not using the word fart in this song, baby.”
“minnie so boring!”
huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა
jun! specifically jun(e) bug.
likes having matching names with his tiny so he calls you lovebug! junebug and lovebug.
you also call each other just bug, for obvious reasons.
that would be his only “title” so to speak
uncomfortable with any of the traditional ones and cringes at the other ones because he is nothing if not the number one HAY TER
“bug has gotta go to the restroom, okay?”
“okay!” you reply, hopping off your seat and walking down the hallway, not even noticing renjun matching your pace at your side. when you two bump into each other at the door frame, you just blink at each other.
“wait, which bug gotta go bathroom?”
lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა
nono :3
liked it until you began to say it nonstop as an excuse to tell him no to things like changing into your pajamas or drinking water
so used to jaemin that when you started calling him puppy he didn’t even blink
you don’t even call him that often, just when you’re in that in-between of a play pretend and not
never calls himself that though.
“puppy, help.” you pout.
jeno drops his head to the side, hands still balled up to his chest, immersed in his role of doggy at the vet.
“got’a cut.” you hold up your pointer finger, blood beginning to gather and spill out of a slit in your fingertip.
“paper cut, gumdrop?”
“yeah…”
“let me see, sweet girl.”
lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ
channie
titles were an attempt. he really tried it lol
but you just couldn’t! he’s not a daddy or a mommy or a sibby ! he’s just your channie
you also tried hyuckie but when you skipped your ‘h’s it sounded like you were saying yuckie and as funny as it is to you, it always was met with haechan’s :l
you still call him that, but only when he’s being annoying and not paying attention to you!!! something about needing to sleep or something
whatever. as if
“channie!” your shout wakes hyuck in a split second, the balance he found falling asleep in his desk chair lost. his feet hit the floor with a thump as he turns to meet your eyes.
“what’s wrong?” he breathes out.
“lunchtime! made sammies!” you grin, acting as if you hadn't almost given him a heart attack.
na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭
any! he honestly doesn’t care, he finds all of them adorable
nana and jaemie are a given, i feel
he’s so nana shaped! :D
he likes other names more, though.
even if you don’t call him it yourself, if you are comfortable with it he will refer to himself as daddy. ‘daddy this, daddy that’ 25/8
you considered using your washi tape to shut him up once but didn’t want to waste it
his hands have a mind of their own to pinch your cheeks to death when you’re really little and you can’t help but let a ‘mama’ slip.
it’s like a reward /ref
“meow…” still waking up from a nap, you point at luke grooming himself.
“meow?” jaemin’s eyes raise from the potatoes he’s peeling at the kitchen sink to see you laying on the couch, cheek pressed into the cushion.
“meow, mama.” you repeat, wiggling your fingers to encourage luke to come closer. a lazy smile appears on your face when he does. “lukey’s a meow...”
zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ)
daddy.
point blank. no other options
when you’re Little the ink on his birth certificate magically erases ‘chenle’ and writes in its place ‘daddy’
if you call him chenle he will turn around (a full 360 degrees) and then just ask: “who’s that? is somebody else here? that’s so crazy what”
he’s goofy like that
refers to himself by his title more than you do. which is saying a lot considering he likes you saying it so much he basically makes you say it every time you ask for something
chenle drops his head down do your lips brush against his ear when he heard you mumble something he couldn’t understand. “talk to me, dollface.”
“sleepy…” there’s a pause in between the two syllables as you rub your cheek on his sleeve like one of jaemin’s cats. “wanna home.”
“you wanna go home?”
“yeah.”
“okay bye.” he sing-songs, gently lifting your head off him.
“no…” you sigh. “daddy, can we go home please?”
“of course, princess, let me go get our coats.”
park jisung (∩˃o˂∩)
jiji/didi + sungie + bubby
where did bubby come from? jisung doesn’t know. honestly, you don’t know either. you just said it one day and it stuck.
at the very beginning of figuring out how your regression would work with jisung added to the mix, you looked up a list of cg names and just went down the list, giggling at his very physical reactions to each one
best reaction? daddy. he literally looked like a cartoon character getting hit by a giant piano
you had to take a break. bro dissociated for a solid minute
“didi okay?” you pouted, waving a hand in front of his face. his eyes were out of focus and you haven’t seen him even blink for the past few seconds.
“didi, wake up!” you whine, pulling at his fingers to no avail, leaving you to stand before him with your arms crossed until you stomp away.
“gonna watch pj masks by m’self!” your decision snaps jisung awake, chasing after you immediately.
“no, wait! don’t start it without me!”
author's note off-topic but yves (re)debuted recently ! highly suggest for everyone to give her ep a listen :D
how would the dreamies react to their s/o regressing for the first time in front of them after being super stressed and not being able to be a little ? ^^
it’s been a long time
caregiver!nct dream x gender-neutral!regressor!reader
genres sfw age regression content, established relationship, hurt / comfort, angst in some, bits of fluff in all warnings involuntary / vent regression, regression block, negative self-talk, haechan's is long sry dni if you sexualize age regression. not only blocking but also reporting.
author’s note i'm SO sorry this took so long for me to get out. i promise i didn't forget about you, nonnie! i might've geared a little bit ( a lot ) off the prompt at times but i still hope you like it ! thx 4 requesting !
mark lee (ᓀ‸ᓂ) wc 642
With all your responsibilities lately, Mark finds it logical that you don’t regress as often as you used to. The last time he remembers was over three months ago. He misses taking care of you, hearing your sweet voice call out for your 'Mack!'. But he doesn’t want to burden you even more with any expectations to do anything you weren’t feeling up to do. He wasn’t planning to bring it up. Honest.
That was until you started coming home to avoid his kisses and go straight to bed. That moment left a pang in his heart.
In the silence and tension of your apartment, Mark finds himself in your little corner of tiny things, picking up your toys and dusting off your coloring books with longing. He misses his baby, so he’s going to get his baby back, he decides, no matter what it takes.
“Oh look, that new Disney movie came out you said you wanted to go see it, right?”
“I’m tired, Mark.”
“…okay.” He bites the inside of his cheek.
Just keep trying, Mark. You got this.
“Babe, I’m doing laundry. You want me to wash Cheese Doodle?” He knocks at your office door.
“Huh?” You raise your head as if you were a fish out of water. “Uh, yeah. That’s fine. Thank you.”
Hmph.
“What is that?” You give the box in Mark’s hand a look.
“It’s a game. Picked it up at the store. It’s like… Twister? But there’s something different about it. I dunno, I didn’t pay attention to the label and just bought it. Chenle asked that we bring some kind of board game for his party on Saturday.”
“Oh. Well, I have a thing on Saturday so tell him I can’t go but I hope everyone has fun.”
As the saying goes, the fourth time’s a charm.
“You’re not going to bed?” You rub your eyes, already in your night clothes and under the sheets.
“Not really tired,” he replies with a shrug as he makes his way out into the kitchen. “I think I’m gonna make myself some angel milk to get the sleeping juices going. That always worked for you. You want some?”
You’re already pretty tired, the events of the day had sucked every last drop of potential energy from you. Still, some angel milk in all its sweet, vanilla-tasting glory makes you lick your lips.
“…yeah. Please,” you answer.
When he comes back from the kitchen, he has your warm drink in one hand and Cheese Doodle—your orange puppy stuffie—in the other.
“Sit up for me, baby,” he says softly as he sits down on the edge of the bed, not wanting to spill anything from your favorite mug.
“Unicorn…!” You notice, taking the pink and rainbow cup in your two sleeve-clad hands. “Thank you.”
“Mhm.” Mark smiles. “and I just took cheese doodle out of the laundry too. Used the fabric softener that you like. Wanna feel?”
“Oh.” In a second, you’re like a cat rubbing your cheek against Cheese Doodle’s fur. “Smells good, Markie. Thank you.”
”Of course, baby. Feeling tiny?” He asks only now that he’s 95% sure you are.
”Little bit,” you admit into your mug, slurping quietly to not burn yourself.
”Aw.” He pouts. “That’s good. You know, Markie missed you, baby. I haven’t held my baby in such a long time.”
”Missed Markie too.” You blink at him with sleepy eyes and a milk mustache. “Lot.”
”Wanna cuddle for a little then?”
”Just for a lil' bit.” You nod, placing your angel milk on the bedside table.
Mark knows the mug will be forgotten by the morning but he'd rather make and waste a million angel milks than for you to forget him and Cheese Doodle again.
huang renjun ૮ ˙Ⱉ˙ ა wc 594
“Oh that’s a nice painting, Jun,” you praise, resting your chin on his shoulder as he sits on a stool. “Very pretty.”
“I feel like it’s missing something, though,” he says with a frown. “Here. You paint something.”
“On your canvas?” You look at him. “No way, love. I’ll ruin it.”
“You won’t. Now take the brush.”
“I won’t.” You step back and cross your arms. “I’m not gonna mess up this painting you’ve been working so hard on with my clumsiness.”
“What are you talking about? You always add something to my paintings.” Renjun gives you a look. The look that makes you want to roll your eyes.
“And they’re always so much better before me.”
“You don’t think that.”
“I do.”
“Why are you talking about yourself in this way all of a sudden?”
“Because it’s true!” You explode. There’s a burning in the backs of your eyes as you keep talking. “All I’ve been doing lately is messing up stuff for other people. I’m no good, Renjun.”
“…”
“My boss thinks it, my team members think it. I know you think it too!” You sob.
“Darling-”
“Stop it, Jun.”
“Darling,” he repeats, taking your hand in his. “come here.”
He pulls you in with one hand and wipes your tears with another, so careful he almost makes you think you are glass.
“What’s in that green binder in the bookshelf over there?” he asks.
“What?” You furrow your brows. “I don’t know.”
“Go check.”
You give him a look but make your way to the oak bookshelf; filled with sketchbooks, novels, and a singular green binder. You look at Renjun when your fingers touch the spine and take it out only after he nods. Your knees wobble as you flip through the pages so you let your bottom hit the floor.
In the binder are the handwritten notes from back before the two of you even started dating; flirtatious exchanges recorded on coffee shop napkins, gum wrappers, and ripped-up bits of college notes. The next stage of your relationship is at the flip of a page; rushed post-it notes of domestic living with 'I love you!'s and 'Don't forget to eat!'s kept safe in the plastic sheets.
You look up at him with surprise but he only nods his head for you to keep flipping pages. You flip through empty slips until you almost reach the back cover and find all the drawings you’ve made for Renjun over the years while in regression. Each and every one. Even the ones where you're mad at him and have him eaten by monsters.
“You kept them…” You pass a finger over a drawing you made of the two of you, your stickmen-selves holding hands and smiling in a rocket ship.
“Of course I did, baby. How could I throw away something so perfect?” You hear his voice next to you, having gotten up from his seat to crouch next to you on the floor. He gently pulls your head into his chest and his lips drop to kiss the top of your head. “I don’t think you mess up things, my love. Ever. You simply change their direction. My Lovebug is the most creative, innovative person in the whole wide world, didn’t you know?”
“Junnie…” You sob, the dam of pent-up emotions finally seeking release.
“Hi there, babybug.” He whispers. “I’m right here, lovey. Right here. Let it all out.”
lee jeno ૮ .◜◡◝ა wc 655
“Babe, the ice is melting and your coke is turning into gross, brown, sweet-tasting water,” Jeno warns.
“One second, baby. I just need to finish this assignment real quick,” you mutter with your bottom lip bit in place.
It seems you’re still in the same clothes from three days ago, the same amount of time Jeno’s seen you stay in bed studying. He’s beginning to think your butt might be attached permanently to the mattress at this point. When it comes to your bedside table, your 5-hour energy from lunchtime being the latest addition to the food trash and empty water bottle pile doesn’t fill him with any more positive thoughts.
“When’s it for?” He sighs. “Your assignment.”
“…what?” You turn your head to him but your eyes stay on the screen. “Oh, um, Friday.”
“It’s Monday. Come on.” Jeno pulls at your arm like a spoiled child. “I’m not even making you shower or anything. I just wanna hang out with my hermit, stinky, computer nerd. Will you grant me my wish please?”
You look up with a half-offended, half-amused expression and your jaw dropped.
“I’m not stinky!” You fail to shake off your arm from his hold. “I told you I’m coming! I just really need to finish this.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
“Ye- ah!” You squeal as Jeno pulls at your arm, throwing you over his shoulder. “Jeno! I’m serious!”
“I’m serious too. Monday to Friday is five days-”
“Four days!”
“-and that’s more than enough time to finish your assignment.” He refuses to acknowledge your interruption. “You are going to eat a proper dinner with me on the couch as we watch TV and you’re gonna like it, you got that?”
“Augh…!” You groan, going limp on him.
“Oh, I know.” Jeno pouts as he sets you on the couch, covering you in your train-print fleece blanket. “I’m so mean, aren’t I? Asking you to take a break when all you wanna do is work, work, work.”
You just stare at him, squinting your eyes as you fail to hide a smile.
“Well unfortunately for you, gumdrop, babies don’t work! So I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. The police will come after me if I do. Child labor laws or something like that.”
He leaves a quick kiss on your forehead right before speeding to the kitchen. Jeno’s eyebrows wiggle in a wave when he returns with your food; apple slices, chicken nuggets, and fries all in their respective spots in your divided plate.
The original pasta and movie date night plan being scrapped for a Nono-Gumdrop night doesn’t phase Jeno. In fact, it excites him. Your projects and exams and assignments and professors... he tries so hard not to hold resentment against them all as they pull his baby away from him. But tonight? Tonight is different, and for once in his life, caregiver Jeno is triumphant.
“Thank you…” Your fingers wrap around the blue silicone and Jeno engulfs you in a bear hug when he sits down. Tight but not so tight it obstructs your arms when eating. “What are we watching, Nono?”
“Max and Ruby.” He smiles when you gasp.
“Love Max and Ruby!” You gush with a mouthful of apples.
“Do you?” Jeno drops his head to the side. “You do? You do? Nuh-uh. I do. It’s my favorite show in the whole wide world.”
“Well, ’s my favorite show in the whole galaxy!”
“Yeah? Well-”
You squeal, feeling ticklish when he nuzzles his stubble on your face.
“Nono, stop!” You giggle.
“Eat up, gumdrop.” He sighs, the feeling of his baby in his arms and eating a proper meal for the first time in days is an incomparable joy. “Two episodes and then it’s bathtime.”
“Ah, boo, Nono!” you whine but it turns back to giggles when he compresses you in his arms.
lee donghyuck ʕ˙Ⱉ˙‧:ʔ wc 994
“You there, Angel?”
You shake your head.
It feels strange, like your body isn’t yours, as you hold on tight to your dolls in your hands and see none of the lively sparkle in their eyes you usually do when you’re small.
“I’m broken, Hyuck,” you say with such a lack of emotions that you can’t tell if it’s actually you who is speaking. “I did everything right. I got dressed, I put on the music box, I’m trying to play for God’s sake. And nothing is working still. I feel ridiculous. A grown adult trying to act like a child.” You scoff.
“Hey, stop.” Donghyuck’s firm tone sends a shiver down your spine and you pull away. His shoulders drop when he notices; you’re scared and he’s only making it worse.
“That’s my baby you’re talking about, you know?” He tries again, with a softer tone this time. “Don’t talk about yourself like that. You are not broken.” He holds your cheek.
“I’m just so tired, Hyuck.” Tears come up and blur your vision. “Everything has been going on for so long at the exact same time and I just- I can’t anymore. I need to just step away from reality for a little bit but I can’t even do that. My brain is just locking me in here in this state of suffering for who knows how long and I have no way of getting out. Not even for an hour.” You sob.
“I know, lovely.” He wraps his arms around you, letting you in turn wrap your arms around his legs from your seat on the floor. “It’s been so much for so long. You deserve a little break. Take a deep breath. Let’s try to let go of all these grownup worries, okay? We can pick them back up later. Come on, Angel, breathe.”
Angel.
Channie called you Angel and you still don’t feel small. The realization makes for more tears to come up but you refuse to let another defeated cry leave you. The denim of his jeans is rough on your face but not rough enough to make you stop using it as a tissue for your tears.
“…okay,” you creak out. “Breathe in. Breathing in…”
“There we go.” Haechan passes a hand over your head, the sensation soothing you somewhat. “And out. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Good job, Angel. Nice long deep breaths.”
You repeat the action several times, following his counts and pushing yourself to feel his jeans under your fingertips and smell the woodsy notes of his cologne to ground yourself.
“Everything sucks,” you say after some moments of silence. “Everything sucks. I didn’t even ask for any of this. I just want to be small,” your voice breaks.
“And you will be.” Donghyuck’s touch is gentle, encouraging you without words to look up at him. The pad of his thumb is warm when it wipes the tears from your face, brushing against your damp lashes. “You will be. I promise.”
“I don’t know what to do, Hyuck. I’m all out of ideas at this point,” you admit.
“How about just trying to feel not sucky?” He scrunches his nose, the most tender of smiles painted on his face. “How about… just drawing a picture? Just one. Doesn’t have to be with crayon or marker like when you’re feeling tiny. It can be whatever you want it to be. Don’t think about being small, just about drawing.”
“…draw what?”
“Hm… what about your dolls?”
When you unwrap yourself from his legs to look at said dolls, it gives Donghyuck the chance to go grab your art supplies. Your dolls don’t have that lively aura you see them with when you’re small but you can almost feel a sort of pity and empathy from them. It reminds you of the type of support your friends give you in their messages despite the country lines separating you.
“And I’ll draw… a car. Jeno’s been getting me into Formula One.” Donghyuck pulls you out of your thoughts when his voice is so close it makes you turn to see he’s taken a seat next to you on the floor. He opens a pencil case right in front of you two and takes a black pencil for himself to begin sketching on some paper.
“Really?” You opt a red pencil.
“Yeah. It’s pretty interesting.” He shrugs.
“But ’s so boring.” You sniffle up some snot from your lightning-fast crying session. You didn’t even cry for that long, how come you can feel your eyes swelling? So annoying. “They just go around in circles.”
“It’s not just that though. There’s—pass me the red? Oh, you have it. No, it’s okay. I can wait—there’s like a ton of beef between them. I like watching the interviews and stuff. It’s like watching basketball or football.” Haechan lets out a groan as he lays on his stomach, resting a cheek on his fist. “That’s really pretty, baby.”
“Y’like it?” You move to mirror him, turning your drawing for him to see better. “Think I’m gonna add some other stuff too.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know yet,” you admit. “Probably you. I always like drawing you. And then… your red car. You can take me and the dollies on a road trip. I like it when we have fun together.”
Affection floods out of Donghyuck, letting out an adoring ‘aw’ as he hugs you, leaving kisses on all the spots he knows won’t lead to a tickle fight.
“So cute! I always have fun with you. My Angel...” he hums into your temple.
“My Channie…” you mutter under your breath, sketching his head four times bigger than the rest.
na jaemin ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ wc 664
“I’m okay.” You rub your nose. “Just a couple sneezes, Jaem. It’s not a big deal. I can keep studying for a little while longer.”
“You sneezed four times in a row.” Jaemin stands next to your desk chair with his arms crossed. “Do you know what that means?”
“What?” You sigh, knowing he won’t leave until you entertain him.
“You have the plague.”
“The what?”
“The plague.”
“Baby, I don’t have the-” Achoo! “the-” Achoo! “the plague…”
You move your mouse around your screen and click away at it but it doesn’t hide the reflection of Jaemin’s intense stare into your skull. He’s not amused. You spin your chair around.
“I don’t have the plague,” you repeat with a clogged nose, not even convincing yourself this time. “…I just have a little cold.”
“I wonder where you could have gotten that from, hm?” He turns you toward him by the chair’s arms and traps you by holding onto both of them and leaning in until your foreheads almost touch. “Maybe from studying a little too much? From stretching yourself too thin? Pushing yourself past your limits? Hm? Hm? hm?” He turns his head at an angle with each question, being obnoxious about his accurate statements.
“Five minutes.”
“No.”
“I just need to email this professor.”
“No.”
“I have a group project.”
“Good thing you have groupmates, huh? Come on, get off your pretty little butt.” He grabs you from under the armpits, placing your feet on the ground as if you were merely a bag of rice. “We’re playing hospital.”
“No…” you whine with dragging feet the whole time Jaemin guides you to the kitchen, his gentlemanly hand giving you no chance to run as it rests on the small of your back.
“Yes…” He pouts at you as he fills up the syringe with orange medicinal syrup. “Babies need be good and take their medicine when they are sick, okay?”
“Jaemin-” You pull your head the other way, holding his wrist away from you.
“Baby…” he sings, dodging your attempts. “Say ‘ah’, pumpkin.”
Pressing your lips tight doesn’t do anything, the plastic tip of the syringe still slipping in and filling your mouth with bitter medicine that makes a lame attempt at orange flavoring. You shake your head, still rejecting the cold syrup as it goes down, but it does regardless, chilling your throat when it does.
“Bleh!”
“Drink some water, baby.” Jaemin holds up a cup (when did he fill that up?) and you take it as if it were the key to eternal life.
“Taste so icky,” you say with your face scrunched up like a raisin. “Hate it!”
You’re sick and suffering from forced consumption of medicine. Jaemin knows this. Jaemin shouldn’t smile. But he just can’t help it! His baby is finally back after such a long, long time. he thought he was gonna die from BWS (Baby Withdrawal Symptoms).
“Aw…” His hands reach out to hold your face and squish your cheeks together. “Baby doesn’t like medicine? Babies don’t like yucky bitter things. Babies like… sweet yummy things! How about some hot chocolate, lovey-dovey?”
“Chocwate?” you ask with raised eyebrows.
“Hot chocwate.” His nose scrunches as he pinches your cheeks. “Does that sound good?”
“Yeah!” You hop free of his crab claws. “Hot chocolate! Wanna, wanna, wanna!”
“Be careful, sugarplum!” Jaemin laughs, twirling you with such ease it feels as if you were in a dance. “Why don’t you go put something on the TV while I make us the chocolate? Whatever you want, baby,” he says, but you’re already out of the kitchen and looking under blankets and cushions for the remote.
“Spongebob!” You hold it up to the ceiling like it were the sword in the stone.
“Except Spongebob. You know that shrinks your brain.”
“Aw!” You slump but quickly straighten up like a ruler. “Ah- Ah- Achoo!”
zhong chenle (ᯟ︿ᯏ) wc 622
“I’m so proud of you.” Chenle pecks your head as you hold his waist from behind. The smells coming from the stove you two stand in front of are nothing if not heavenly. “Pretty, funny, kind, graduated. How’d I bag you?”
“Mmm, I dunno.” You shrug smugly, as you look out the window. A content sigh leaves you as your eyes follow the raindrops that slide down your window. “Must’ve done something good in your past life.”
“Must have,” he hums. “Set the table for me? I’m basically almost done.”
“You got it.” You peck his cheek. “Smells delicious. Jaemin give you cooking lessons while I was gone?”
“I’ll have you know I’m a great cook. I don’t need any cooking lessons. Never have.”
“Ah…” You roll out the placemats with a sarcastic nod.
“But if I did, I would go to Donghyuck.”
“If you did, I would approve. His soups are good.”
“Mine are better.”
“…”
“Right?”
“Sure.”
The music playing from the speakers and lights in the apartment all shut off at once, not even the hum of the refrigerator sounding in the silence, the darkness. The thunder is so close it feels like footsteps. Heavy, angry footsteps coming close. Closer and closer to you.
The power comes back as soon as it left but you can’t seem to recover as fast. You don’t even remember dropping down to hold your knees, and in the dark you didn’t see how many tears came up to overflow from your eyes. Chenle calls out your name but it sounds so distant it doesn’t even register. It feels like you’re running out of oxygen like a deep sea diver falling hopelessly down to the ocean floor.
“Hey,” you take a sharp inhale at Chenle’s warm hands holding your cheeks ground you back to reality. “Hey, the power went out. Everything’s fine. You’re okay. You’re home, you’re with me. Nothing is gonna hurt you here, you hear me? You are safe.”
You almost knock Chenle over from his crouching position when you throw yourself on him, but he reads your body language just in time to catch you. His lips press into your hair, your temples, your shoulders, the softest of touches as you wail into his shirt. His heart breaks at how fragile you seem in the moment, like a porcelain doll with a chip. You sob and babble to the point that Chenle can’t understand what you’re saying. All he can catch is one word.
“Daddy…”
There’s nothing for you to do but cry, Chenle’s learned with time, so he lets you do just that. He lets you cry in his arms there on the floor and when you’re finally willing he attaches you to his hip as he walks around. He wipes your tears with a paper towel and makes sure you get a bottle of water to drink from to rehydrate.
His eyebrows furrow when you turn your head to dodge his spoon, rejecting the meal you were so looking forward to less than twenty minutes ago. This meal which was meant to be a celebration of not just the end of your education but of all your life up to this point. Of your growth, your endurance; of all the stress you put yourself through to come out victorious in the end.
You’re still victorious, he thinks. Even now as you fill up the apartment with tears, he’s so proud of you. His partner, his baby, the strongest person he’s ever met.
“Come on, dollface. Just one spoonful, yeah? Need you to eat,” he tries again.
park jisung (∩˃o˂∩) wc 668
“What’s that giant box?”
“What giant box?” He looks at you on the couch. “...I thought you were napping.”
“I woke up. What’s with that giant box you’re pushing into our house?”
“Oh, this?” Jisung looks down. “It's… a box.”
You blink, irritation in your tight-lipped smile at your boyfriend’s lack of cooperation.
“I know it’s a box, Ji. I'm asking what’s inside the box?”
“Box… stuff…”
“Jisung!”
“That’s not my name!” He whines as he shuts the front door. “My name to you is Ji! Or Baby! Not Jisung! It’s so scary when you call me that...” He sighs. “It was supposed to come before you started your vacation time, while you were at work.”
“Why?” Your eyebrows come together into a questioning frown.
“Because- just- you’ll see soon. Pass me the scissors? Thanks.” He pecks your lips, taking the scissors from your hands and pushing your back away with little force. “Now go. Get! Your surprise will be ready in a minute. Go… brush your dolls’ hair or something. It’ll be super quick.”
“Doll hairs? is it a Little gift?”
“Shoot.” Jisung bites his fist. “...can you just go in the bedroom already? It’s not a Little gift. It’s not.”
The instructions that came in the box of the not-Little gift said construction would only take thirty minutes. Not to fear, with super handyman Park Jisung to the rescue it only took three hours and two people.
“We’re done!” You clap, looking in awe at your brand new play kitchen, pink and wooden and creaky and yours. “Jiji, finish!”
“Yeah.” He sits back on the floor, wiping the sweat from his brow. “We’re finished. D’you like it?”
“It’s so pretty, jiji!” You beam, hugging his head and squeezing the brains out of him.
“I’m glad you like it, bub.” He nods at his work in approval. “You deserve it. Worked so hard recently.”
“Thankie!” You get up quickly, running barefoot into the bedroom to come back with a box of play food in all colors and sizes.
“Make you a lenonade, bubby!” You begin adding ice to a cup and add a lemon to it. “Ice cold lenonade.”
“Oh, I love your lenonade. Thanks, baby.” He takes the cup, making gulping noises and finishing it off with a loud and satisfied ‘ah!’. “Actually, are we playing restaurant right now?”
“Um… yeah!” you decide. “Welcome to my rest’rant! What would you like to order?”
“I would kill for a good burger.” Jisung pats his stomach like a starved man. “I hear you guys have some good ones, is that true?”
“The truest!” You smile. “One burger, comin’ up!”
You turn back to your kitchen and hum to yourself as you place a burger patty on the stove.
“No pans for that?”
“No pans!” You shake your head. “Special burger.”
“Ah, must be.” He mutters behind you.
When it comes to building time, Jisung acts like a to-be-blacklisted customer.
“Could I have no onions in my burger? I’m allergic.”
“No, you’re not.”
“It’s just play pretend, honey.”
“Oh. Then, yes you can, sir! No onions.”
“And no tomatoes please. I don’t like how the seeds get stuck between my teeth.”
“No tomatoes!”
“And could you cut the cheese? It kind of sends me to the bathroom.”
“Ew… okay, no cheese, either!” You toss the slice of play cheese to the side.
“…could you also remove the meat? I’m vegetarian.”
That’s the final straw. No meat? You look down at his ‘burger’: bread, lettuce, bread.
“This is what you want?” You turn to show him his order.
“Oh yes.” He smiles, clasping his hands together in anticipation. “That’s my burger! So tasty. Thank you, shop owner.”
“You’re welcome…” You give him a look. “Ketchup?”
“No thanks.”
“Mayo?”
“Bleh! Pass.”
“…barbeque sauce?”
“Oh, that’s my favorite! Lettuce and barbeque sauce burger, my favorite.” He licks his lips.
“Jiji, ew!” you whine.
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