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Yoongi worried his bottom lip between his teeth. While Jin would've most definitely scolded him for it, he couldn't help his own nervousness.
Classifications were a normal thing and no one would even bat an eye at his, although rare, completely normal classification... right???
Whenever one turned eighteen, they'd go through the classification process. They'd be an Alpha, Omega, Dom, Sub, Caregiver, Little, or Neutral. A doctor would administer them a pill to speed up the process, so they could present. Even without the pill, your body would present within a year or two of turning eighteen. It's just easier to allow a doctor and counselor to help you "navigate a confusing time in one's life."
Yoongi never went through the pill process and ended up presenting a month before he turned nineteen. Now, at age twenty-two, he'd been taking care of his "little" needs in secret. Their beloved maknae, Jeongguk, was currently in the process of taking the exam. Now seemed like a good time to tell the other members.
He took a deep inhale, but before he could open his mouth, he was cut off by a loud wail. All six boys, including Yoongi, stood up in mild worry. The kind looking doctor poked her head out of the doorway and beckoned for them to come into her office.
It was a standard doctor's office with ivory walls and all sorts of pokey stuff. What caught Yoongi's eye, though, was the small cup of pale pink water. His eyes widened at his discovery and moved up to the big poster taped onto the cabinet.
While the pill is still in one's system, spitting into a cup of water will change its color. The color corresponds to a certain classification:
Red: Alpha: 17% of the population
Blue: Omega: 14% of the population
Green: Master: 11% of the population
Orange: Pet: 9% of the population
Purple: Caregiver: 12 % of the population
Pink: Little: 5% of the population
Clear: Neutral: 32 % of population
There was shushing and cooing coming from behind him, so Yoongi turned towards a scene that made him clench his fists hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. Jeongguk was being rocked so gently in Seokjin's arms, Taehyung letting the Little play with his fingers, Namjoon carding his fingers through JK's raven hair, with Hoseok and Jimin telling a story very animatedly.
"C'mon Yoongi-ya," called Jin, "I know you're a Neutral that could care less, but at least say hi to the baby."
The male in question gave a strained smile before waving at Jeongguk. Said boy was wiggling around with a pacifier in his mouth and a diaper under his bum.
He couldn't try to steal the spotlight from him for his selfish secret. Yoongi resolved to tell them another time.
"Most newly presented Littles start out in a younger headspace while they try to get used to the changes their bodies are going through. He may continue to stay that age or he may age up a little," chimed the doctor.
There were nods all around the room until one of the two group caregivers, Namjoon, raised his hand to speak. "Should we get any sort of equipment to get ready? Like how for Jimin's heats we got cooling pads and mastu--"
"A HA HA HA! I don't think she needs the specifics Namjoon-hyung," shouted a red-eared Jimin.
She hummed in understanding. "Well I suggest that you don't splurge on new furniture. Some plastic cutlery and sippy cups would be good as well as one or two soft toys. Many new caregivers get cribs, high chairs, changing tables, diapers, onesies and the like but end up with a toddler aged little." She laughed a little. "Wait for him to get into a comfortable age range before buying materials for him in little space."
Jeongguk gurgled as she pat his head. "He sure is a cutie huh?"
The members all bobbed their heads in agreement. "The cutest Little I've ever seen," cooed Hoseok.
While they were distracted with the maknae, Yoongi slipped out of the office. He half- walked, half-ran to his studio and locked himself in there.
Cuddling up to his dog plushie, Holly, tears slipped out of Little Yoongi's eyes unintentionally. He furiously wiped his eyes with his sleeves but they kept coming. His sniffles and whimpers weren't heard from the confines of his studio.
"Y-Yoonie's cu-cu-te too..."
The small male choked on his own sobs. His black locks were stuck to his sweaty forehead making him feel sticky. It was hot and stuffy. Too hard to breathe. He just wanted his mom and the real Holly. He wanted someone to hold him and make him feel loved. He wanted to stop hurting inside. He didn't want to be a Little. He wanted so many things but none of them were possible at the moment.
After what felt like hours, in reality it was maybe twenty minutes at most, Yoongi sat himself up off the floor. Grabbing a tissue from his desk, he wiped up all the snot and the tears.
What he saw on the reflection from his glass case made him groan. His eyes were red and puffy. There were tracks of agitated skin from his salty tears.
With a sigh of irritation, he realized he'd have to stay longer so he could calm down. Yoongi's internal dilemma was cut off by the buzzing coming from his back pocket.
Pulling out the blasted device, he checked the Caller ID before answering.
"Jin-hyung I—"
"Yoongi-ya! Where are you?! You just disappeared after Jeongguk got his results!"
"I'm at my studio. I'll come home later, so there's no need to worry about me."
There was a huff from the other end of the phone. Then, an exasperated, "Fine, we're taking care of Jeongguk so I don't have time to drag you home. Just be back, at the latest, by tomorrow morning, yeah?"
"Okay."
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Jin sucked his teeth after he hung up. "That kid, I swear..."
His attention was brought back to Jeongguk when the Little pulled on his pant leg from the carpet. "Oh my Kookie, you're going to be a handful huh?"
All he received in response was giggles and a bunny smile behind a baby blue pacifier.
The younger male went back to happily stacking blocks and knocking them down. All the while looking to his elders for praise for his amazing feat. Of course, they would give it to him each and every time.
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Deciding not waste anymore time, Yoongi set his sights on working on a new song. Maybe they'll like it enough to release it in an album.
While trying to work on the basic melody and riffs, his thoughts kept spiraling back to his classification. He's the grumpy, hardcore rapper of BTS. What would their fans think if they knew that cursing, quick to anger Suga was a Little? More importantly, what would his members say? He's never been seen as the cute type. He's not the adorable maknae like Jeongguk. Or the mochi-boy like Jimin. Plus, he's one of the older hyungs. The second oldest to be exact. He has to take care of his dongsaengs before even contemplating his own selfish desires. If he wastes all his time being a big whiny baby, how will things get done?
He unconsciously opened and closed his fists hoping to find something soft to grab onto. When he realized what he was doing, he quickly recoiled. He cursed under his breath.
Locking his eyes on the brown toy-poodle plush, Yoongi went over and grabbed the item. In the back of his mind, he felt the strong urge to cuddle up with Holly and start coloring. Shaking his head, he hesitantly shoved the plush deep into his far cabinet.
He couldn't bring himself to throw it away. It was the first thing his mom got him when he presented. It was special.
Not regressing might be hard but he would need to repress his little space to seem normal. He could handle it. He'd dealt with worse. Deadlines, fighting in the dorm, homesickness, the list goes on. Jeongguk needed the attention of the other members more than he did. It wasn't weird for him to be cared for so tenderly.
Yoongi felt the small tickling sensation make its way down his face. He wiped the stray tear from his pale cheek before it could devolve into more crying.
Rule 1 to getting rid of little space: Don't cry so easily
Getting back to work, he ignored the part of himself wanting to curl up and sob until someone came to take him home. He knew it wouldn't happen anyway.
Yoongi worked until the sky was black. He always lost his sense of time when he was stressed.
Stretching out, akin to a feline, Yoongi went over to his couch. He rolled on his side, threw a blanket over himself and promptly fell asleep.
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Morning came and Jin was a little peeved that Yoongi wasn't back home yet.
He was usually up early enough to make everyone breakfast on their off days and today was no different. He whipped up some rice and vegetable omelets before grabbing the jar of kaktugi from their kimchi fridge and putting some of that in a bowl.
Taehyung was up next and trudged into the kitchen with a drawn out yawn. "Yoongi-hyung isn't back yet?"
Jin made an annoyed growl, so Taehyung put his hands up in a placating gesture. "Just wondering."
Yet another sigh came from the eldest member, "I'm sorry Taehyung, it's just a little irritating is all. Anyways, can you get the other kids up for breakfast?"
Taehyung nodded and headed back to the rooms when a sleepy Jeongguk walked into the room. The youngest male was clad in a onesie with little clouds. "Smells good. Thanks for breakfast Seokjin-hyung."
"Oh you're out of little space," Jin asked.
He nodded. "Yeah, it was nice waking up. It was all warm and fuzzy."
Jin smiled softly at that. "I'm glad that you're comfortable Kookie."
Yet another nod as the other members filtered in and sat down at the table. The meal was filled with light banter until a certain rapper entered the dorm.
"My bad for being late hyung. I slept in this morning."
"You better be sorry Min Yoongi."
He got a nervous grin in response.