#agere jimin

[lullabytaeyong]

little jimin with his chimmy hood 🌼

[read-weep-repeat]

Make it better

(A/N): A Drabble for the sugar baby! mc and soon to be series. 

Warnings: Ceo! Caregiver! Jimin x Autistic! Regressor! MC, (no regression in this Drabble, it’s just mentioned), mentioned ot7 x reader, autistic sensory overload, use of title “daddy”, fluff 

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“Daddy, make it stop.” You whined, muffled sobs scratching at the back of your throat. Your red, puffy eyes looked up to observe his panicked movements; his shoulders and back nervously flexing under a pale blue button down as he ran to his desk. 

“Daddy’s got you, pumpkin.” Jimin mumbled, “Just one ‘sec”. His hands made quick work of his drawers, flinging them open for your items. He saw your normal regressive items like coloring books and crayons- not what he needed. His last drawer was tossed open haphazardly, throwing the contents around the wooden confines.

Noise Canceling Headphones and a small stack of clothing were pulled into his arms and laid onto the couch next to you. You were rocking back and forth with both of your knees drawn to your chest, and your palms held over your ears. Tears pricked and fell from the corners of your eyes, casting hot streaks down your cheeks. His heart tightened and his own eyes watered as you whimpered again. “C’mon.” He whispered, “Let daddy fix it.” 

Getting to your daddies office was normally quick, easy, and not overwhelming. Today was the opposite. You had opted out of taking a taxi, thinking you would enjoy the walk. You did not. Walking along city streets was torture for your autistic traits. The cars whizzing by felt like a drill being jammed into your ears, the heat of the sun bouncing off the concrete stung your skin, and the scratchy feeling of your new sweater was sandpaper being used like a pumice stone on the calloused foot that was now your back. 

Your meltdowns weren't as common anymore, now that you had boyfriends that took care of your sensory issues more than even you did, but they were never any less extreme. They always felt like an all consuming agony that ate away at you until the stimuli was completely gone. 

Now, Jimin was coaxing your hands away from your ears to slip on your headphones and planting firm kisses across your cheeks. The firmness of his touch in moments like these was grounding, reminding you of the stimuli that was present and safe. You nodded when he asked if that was better, closing your eyes as he removed the last of the torturous wool touch. 

“There you go, pumpkin.” He muttered, balling up the sweater and throwing it into the corner of his office. He made a mental reminder to check the tag. He’d need to add it to the running list of your texture aversions filling a certain file on his desktop. Your breathing steadied as he slipped one of his gym shirts over your form, fingers dancing happily across the satisfying fabric. God, he loved you in his clothes. He’s loved it since the first time he saw you curled up in his hoodie after a long date together, but it meant even more after you shared your diagnosis with him and his brothers. 

Even though it was coincidence, the fact that none of his clothes textures seemed to bother you made him cocky. It was as if that small alignment meant you were made for each other, or at least he was made to take care of you. Which he would happily do until his last day. He sat down next to you, his eyes still glued to your satisfied expression. 

“Thank you, daddy.” 

His train of thought left him abandoned at the station as he looked over to you. Your eyes were fluttering across his features, with a calm smile spread across your face. Your eyes were no longer red, and the puffiness was decreasing quickly as you finally settled comfortably into the couch. Your hands made small adjustments, twitching and twirling in your lap. It was a calm stim he had come to recognize in the beginning of your relationship. 

He smiled down at you. “Of course, pumpkin.” 

You faced front again and continued your stims. Jimin watched, his chin in the palm of his hand and his lips quirked in a smile as he zoned out to the methodical twitch of your fingers. Your voice brought him back to attention. 

“Can I tell you about the stegosaurus?” 

He laughed, leaning his head back. You were perfect. 

“Fuck yeah, pumpkin. Tell me all about it.” 

[haechanls]

ⵌ — BTS X P!NK ( 박지민 )

[kpop-bbg]

[cakejerry]

Bts seeing that baby crib and all going "jimin" ohhhh agere jimin you are so valid

[princessmuffy05]

When I’m little, I call like kpop idols like names??? Like Seungmin, I say Minnie or min min. Han, Hannie. Jimin, jiminie. But like I read a lot of agere fanfiction and so they call them like cg names. So sometimes I think like Minnie is dada and like Hobi is baba. So I was regressed and I thought of woozi who was like papa woozi and then that made me think of Yoongi bc I call him papa Yoongi when I’m little and I just had the biggest meltdown bc I miss Yoongi

[namdino]

💭💤

[duckie-jiminie]

couldn’t sleep so i made a yellow duck jimin mood board

[kookiemuffin]

🧃 Chalky Afternoon ~

🌷little Jimin & Jungkook 🌷

🌿no tw

The weather was finally warm and sunny, sitting at a comfortable 70 degrees. The fresh green leaves rustled together in the wind, above where Jimin and Jungkook and were using chalk on the sidewalk. They had been out for only 10 minuets and had drawn many colorful things. Jungkook made a slanted and rainbow hopscotch, that he jumped along over and over again, while Jimin drew his favorite animals and balloons.

“Kookie! Come wook!” Jimin called out, catching Jungkooks attention. He came bounding over happily, his hair bouncing on top of his head.

"Hehe, cute! Why dat froggy pink?" Jungkook asked. He thought frogs could only be green.

"Jus' cause." Jimin shrugged. "Hobi says anyfing can be any color." Jungkook was satisfied with that answer. Hobi was always right in their minds.

The two were happily conversing in their own world, as Jin and Namjoon kept a quiet eye on them. If the boys could get along with out their caregivers intervention they would take it. Jimin and Jungkook tended to get along pretty well, but if one was feeling significantly smaller than the other it became harder for them to communicate. That's when the hair pulling, crying and shouting would start.

Thankfully, today they both seemed to be around 4 and it would probably stay that way. Jimin dug his hand into the chalk bin and took out a purple chunk that had been used. Then he started doodling what looked like a sort of fish, while Jungkook watched. Jungkook picked up a discarded orange piece of chalk and started making a very messy jelly fish. The pair continued to draw different sea creatures for a long time, but soon all their work was making them thirsty. Jimin stood up and wandered over to Namjoon, who was sat on the stairs outside the house. He leaned over his lap and whined.

"What's up, Jimin?" Namjoon asked, petting Jimins hair.

"Juice pease." Jimin said, lifting himself back up. Jungkook heard the word juice and bolted over like an excited puppy.

"Me too!" He exclaimed with a big smile. He seemed to loved juice more than life itself.

"Here you go, I had a feeling you'd two want these." Jin said, reaching behind his back and picking up to two juice boxes. He unwrapped the straws and poked both of them into the small foil on the tops of the boxes.

Jimin took his carefully, not wanting to spill a single drop, while Jungkook grabbed his a little to forcefully. Some of the juice shot up through the straw and landed on the steps. Jungkook pouted, staring at the small puddle.

"It fell out~" He mumbled sadly, looking back at Jin.

"Don't worry, there's still lots left in the box." Jin said, rubbing Jungkooks cheek with his thumb. "Next time, if you take it gently, it won't spill"

"Okay." Jungkook said, taking a drink of his juice.

Jimin wasn't near by to witness the juice situation, he had already wandered off into the near by grass and was laying on his belly. The warm sun wrapped him in a bundle of warmth, and the soft breeze tickled his face. He listened to the birds singing their songs and started to get a little tired, so he rest his head on his arm, while he held onto his juice in his other hand. A couple minuets passed and after counting six cars that drove by now and then, his eyes started to get droopy.

Jungkook was distracting both Jin and Namjoon with a silly game of i spy. Jungkook never revealed his answer as to what he spied, until Namjoon tickled him into a fit of giggles. He was quite the goofball and liked to make up his own rules. Soon, I spy turned into "Watch me spin in circles", which ended when Jungkook fell on his bum, laughing hysterically.

"My goodness, you have a lot of energy today." Jin exasperated, hoisting the giggly Jungkook back up to his feet. He dusted off the littles shorts and fixed his hair a bit.

"Do you want to take a walk down to the pond?" Namjoon suggested, catching Jungkook before he started going in circles again.

"Yeah!! Let's go!" Jungkook cheered, scampering off down the sidewalk a few feet before stopping. He knew not to run ahead too far.

"Okay, C'mon Jimin!" Namjoon called, turning around to find the boy. He was startled for a moment when at first he couldn't find him, but relaxed and chuckled to himself when he did see him.

"What?" Jin asked. Namjoon pointed to the grass, where Jimin was laying down.

"Is he asleep?" Jin laughed, walking over to where Jimin was. He kneeled on the grass and softly rubbed Jimins back. Jin turned back towards Namjoon and nodded, confirming that he was in fact asleep on the ground.

"Jimin-ah." Jin said quietly, shaking his shoulder. Jimin slowly opened his eyes, squinting up at Jin.

"Hey, sleepyhead. Let's get you inside for a nap." Jin suggested, picking Jimin up into his arms. Jimin nodded silently and rest his head on Jins shoulder.

"I'll take kookie. I'm sure once we get back he'll need a nap too." Namjoon said. Jin agreed and headed inside, while Namjoon and Jungkook took off down the road.

Jimin had pretty much fallen back to sleep and barely budged when Jin laid him down on the couch. He still had his now empty juice box in his hand and refused to let go when Jin tried to take it from him.

"Mine..." Jimin had whined out, his eyes still closed.

Jin smiled, it wouldn't hurt to let his little boy sleep with a small cardboard box, would it?

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[milkie-yoongi]

little yoongi being excited and jumping on the couch when jinnie comes home with abc blocks and candy for him

[m0scorner]

Park Jimin

Icy Blue

Agere Edit!

[haechanls]

can i offer u some tiny minnie?

[caring-minkook]

-ˏˋ. •••´º´•» 𝘤𝘨 Jimin «•´º´••• ˊˎ-

[cakejerry]

Hey im not gonna be the one to do it but why theres literally no fics out there capitalising off of jimins babyful tendencies.... ? And i don't mean AGERE and i dont mean AGING HIM DOWN and i dont mean KIDFIC and i dont mean RAPE FANTASIES and i dont mean DADDY KINK well ok i kinda do mean daddy kink BUT wheres my fics that talk about him doing aegyo??? Throwing tantrums, stomping his feet, pursing his lips and blowing up his cheekies, pouting and whining until he gets his way? Him being a little happy pill and jumping around and goofing about to make the people around him smile? Singing songs and playing games and using his baby voice and talking in third person like "diminnie wants kissies 🥺🤧🫣💞? Him snuggled in oversized clothes he stole and a dozen blankies and all the stuffies he was gifted and asking for uppies?? With his little paw hands and tiny sausage fingers???? Just.... Annoying girlfriend Jimin but when it's Jimin it's okay?

[tiny-yoongienthusiast]

Lil yoon cooking w cg / making smoothies idk man whenevr u wanna do this it's cool

“Careful sweetheart, if you make it too full it won’t blend as well.”

Yoongi looked at Jimin then at the blender then back at Jimin, head tilted and his lips puckered in a pout, “Too full?” Jimin smiled warmly, he held his hand out and rested it on Yoongi’s head, running his fingers through his hair, “If you take some out and there’s not enough for everyone we can make more so don’t worry, Love.”

Yoongi seemed to think about that for a while before agreeing with his whole body, head nodding with his hair flopping around, feet stomping, he was quite a sight to behold. Jimin only laughed, “We got to hurry though baby, they’ll be home soon.” Yoongi made a small squeaking noise and put the ice cubes in with some more raspberries. Jimin had to put the top on for him but Yoongi was allowed to press the button. The noise that came from the ice being crushed and the blades whirring around always surprised him no matter how many times he used it, as soon as the button was pressed and the noise started, Yoongi hid behind Jimin, some of his shirt was fisted between Yoongi’s fingers.

“There’s no need to be scared, sweet thing.” Jimin wrapped an arm behind himself to rub comforting circles into Yoongi’s shoulder. The smaller boy peeked out from behind his caregiver, “Bu-but is loud!”

Jimin could feel his heart melt in his chest. He turned around and picked Yoongi up, holding him on his hip, “You don’t need to be scared when I’m here.” He kissed the tip of his nose, making his giggle before putting him down. “Why don’t you press the button again baby?”

Yoongi seemed a tad bit nervous but with Jimin there he knew he was safe. He bravely pushed the small red button at the base of the blender and the loud noise stopped. Yoongi squealed and hopped up and down, “Did it Dada!!” Jimin gasped in astonishment, “You did it baby! You’re so brave!” Yoongi did his full body nod again and Jimin kissed his cheek. “Do you think you can help me pour it out too?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Jimin popped the top off and had a firm grip on the handle, letting Yoongi grab it. They poured the treat into seven glasses. Well, more like 6.5 as Yoongi’s sippy cup didn’t hold much.

Just as they were finishing up, the front door opened and the rest of the boys filed into the living room, collapsing on the couch. Jeongguk groaned Loudly™️, “Why is it so hot!? Namjoon seemed to hold back a comment about climate change and Hoseok stretched out on the floor. The energy of the room was switched when Yoongi ran in excitedly, “Surprise!”

Seokjin sat up from his spot on the ottoman, “Come here darling,” he held his arms out and Yoongi ran into them, “What’s the surprise sweetheart?” Yoongi raised his hands up above his head, “Made smoothies!! Sounds of contentment rose throughout the room and Jimin walked in with a tray of glasses filled with pink liquid. Yoongi insisted on passing them out and he got appropriate reactions from each boy.

Hoseok pulled his close and peppered kisses all of his face, making the little erupt in giggles. Jeongguk tickled him, chasing him around the room before collapsing to drink the cool sweetness.

Yoongi got his last and sat in Jimin’s lap, falling asleep soon after finishing it.

I know that’s Jeongguk’s leg by just imagine Yoongi clinging onto Jimin because of the scary blender 🥺

[bellenus]

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