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Jimin couldn’t help himself; it’s in his nature really, to want to have something that smells like an alpha, and in this case like the rain forest. He had been feeling so upset over something, which now seems stupid, so he wondered into Namjoon’s room and grabbed a hoodie from his laundry basket - if he had taken one of the clean ones, it wouldn’t smell as much like his Hyung as he wanted it to. Then he went back into his own room and changed into the hoodie, as well as some sweatpants, then looked in the mirror. The way the hoodie was too big, reaching his mid thigh, the collar hanging low, made him feel floaty, in the way he gets whenever he slips into little space, but not quite. He’s never been able to slip on his own, always needs a bit of help from one of the others (no matter how shy he is about that side of himself, sometimes he just needs that small push to fall into that headspace).
Drowning in the hoodie, happy and floaty, he lays on his bed with his laptop and turns on some cartoons, deciding to at least try to slip on his own before going to somebody else. It doesn’t work, as he expected, and it frustrates him to no end; he wants to be able to just drop on his own, to be little and color and play with his toys and talk to his stuffies-
“Is that my hoodie?” a voice comes from his doorway; he belatedly realizes he must’ve left the door open, but that doesn’t matter now. He sees Namjoon standing there, an eyebrow raised; he isn’t mad, no, Jimin can tell he’s just joking with him, but it still makes him feel bad, and before he knows it, his bottom lip is wobbling and Namjoon is hurrying over to him. “Hey, hey, I was just kidding,” the older hugs him tightly, rubbing his back with one hand, the other petting his head. “Don’t cry, you can wear it.”
“Hyungie,” Jimin whimpers into his chest, trying his best to hold back the tears that threaten to spill over.
“Oh, Minnie,” Namjoon says in realization, “are you feeling little? Hm?” Jimin just nods into his chest, glad he didn’t have to say anything else. “Well, that’s okay, baby. Why don’t we get your paci? Does that sound good?”
“Mhm,” Jimin nods again, leaning back with a sniffle. He rubs at his eyes to make the tears go away before they can fall, and when he uncovers his eyes, he sees Namjoon; he’s just looking at him, smiling gently in adoration. When he notices Jimin’s blush, the older chuckles and gets up to get the younger’s pacifier. It’s pastel yellow with a bee decal on the front, and it’s his favorite; that isn’t saying much, considering he only has a few pacifiers, but he doesn’t need a lot to be happy when he’s little.
“Here you go,” Namjoon presses the pacifier against his lips, and immediately the younger is sucking on it happily, finally fully regressed, thanks to the older. “Better?”
Jimin nods with a smile before he turns and points to his laptop. He looks back at Namjoon, and the older immediately knows what the boy wants, so he reaches for the laptop and presses play on the cartoon Jimin was watching earlier. They lay back against the headboard on the bed and watch the cartoons in silence - aside from Jimin’s giggles when the characters do something funny.
Being little isn’t the only time he wears the older’s clothes; it’s usually when he’s stressed or worried, but sometimes he just wants to be surrounded by the smell of the alpha. It’s late at night, and he can’t fall asleep, but he knows he’ll be able to sleep if he has Namjoon’s scent with him, so he decides to sneak into the older’s room. It was only an hour ago that Namjoon said he was going to sleep, but Jimin is sure he’s fast asleep by now, so he’s really not worried. He cracks the door open, slowly so it doesn’t creak, and tiptoes over to the closet. It’s dark, but he can smell the older’s scent everywhere, and he just has to reach over to find one of his shirts. He gets up, about to walk out of the room, when the lamp is turned on. He lets out a quiet squeak in surprise, turning around to see Namjoon sitting up in bed, looking at him. “Jimin?”
“Yeah, Hyung?” he says quietly in response. He’s still clutching the older’s shirt tightly to his chest, and Namjoon pointedly looks at it.
“What’re you doing?” the older asks.
Jimin tries to think of an excuse, he tries so hard, but he can still smell Namjoon’s forest scent so well, and he’s hardly able to think. “Um. I like your scent?” he says it like a question, unsure if he should really tell the other.
“Jimin,” Namjoon tilts his head slightly with a small smile. “You don’t have to take one of my shirts to smell me.”
“Sorry,” Jimin says, upset he’s being told not to take his shirt. He throws it back into the closet, about to walk out when Namjoon speaks up again.
“Hey, come here,” he says quietly, holding a hand out. Jimin steps closer, and Namjoon grabs his wrist to pull him closer to the bed. "What I meant was that you can lay with me. You’re always welcome to sleep in here with me, okay?”
Jimin feels himself smile, and he’s climbing into the bed beside Namjoon before he can even process it. The older smiles at him and kisses his forehead before turning off the lamp and pulling Jimin closer so the younger can curl up against him, the smell of forest surrounding him now more than ever. “Better?” Namjoon whispers against his hair, where he’s laying his head to smell the boy’s soft scent of flowers.
“Better,” Jimin sighs happily, already drifting to sleep. He dreams of running through a forest that’s covered in flowers, with Namjoon right beside him.