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Jisung was pacing around the studio, not sure what to do. It had been almost two months since Jae and Brian found out about his secret, not to mention the agreement he had made to them about telling Chan said secret.
He had tried, oh how he had tried so many times to tell Chan, or even Woojin, about being little and needing to regress so he wouldn't be so stressed, but he always chickened out. He would go up to the two oldest members, hand raised to tap on their shoulder so they could talk, but then he'd be overridden with fear, judgment, anxiety, any bad or negative emotion, that would stop him from going on.
It was like a game of duck-duck-goose were his emotions would be chasing behind him and the next thing he knew he was about to fall down a ravine of horror and guilt.
It wasn't fun at all.
But now he stood in front of the studio Day6 used for recording songs. All he wanted was his squirrel Acorn and maybe he could snatch that pacifier Jae said he could have. He'd only use them for a few hours and sneak back into the studio to put them back were they where and everything could (almost) be okay.
So he gently opened the door, peeking inside to make sure no one was in there. Sure enough no one was and Jisung could feel a weight being lifted off his shoulders. He made his way across the room, going over to a computer desk that had drawers before opening them and making sure things didn't look too out of place as he searched through them.
Opening all of them resulted in nothing being found. As he started to lose hope, tears starting to well up in his eyes and his lower lip starting to wobble a bit, he saw a box on top of a speaker right in the open. He got up from the floor, went over to the box, picked it up and noticed a sticky note that read 'Our New Baby' on it in English. Jisung rattled the box and heard the hitting of wooden blocks, the roll of what he hoped was his crayons and a few soft thuds from two different objects.
My things , Jisung thought to himself as he placed the box back down. His fingers scrambled to open the box, but it wouldn't open. Turning it around he noticed a lock was keeping him from opening it. His grip on the box tightened before he angrily tossed the box onto the ground. It wasn't nice of them to leave it in the open, as if expecting Jisung to go in there to find it, only to see that it was locked and needed a key to be opened.
" I still don't understand why you brought me with you. It's your fault for leaving your notebook. " Jisung heard someone say from behind the door. Panicking at the thought of being caught, Jisung dove to hide underneath the desk just as the door opened.
He saw two pairs of legs walking into the studio, but thankfully they weren't going in his direction. The pair talked, but Jisung's heart was pounding so hard he couldn't hear anything at all. In an attempt to calm himself down he shut his eyes closed, held his breath for three seconds before taking a quiet breath in. Everything still felt off once he opened his eyes again, but at least his heart wasn't pounding so hard it felt like it would just jump out of his chest and runaway.
" Baby ?" Jisung heard someone, Brian, call out. Jisung felt himself pale, but he also felt his heart yearn at the nickname.
"Do you want to come out and talk?" Brian asked softly, and Jisung felt himself start to cave. Next thing the young rapper knew he was whining and crying underneath a desk, his regression now in full affect.
"Oh, baby." Brian called out, bending down to look at Jisung. The boy was balled up, hands covering his face and it really broke his heart. "Come here." He said, hoping the boy would want his comfort. Sure enough Jisung shuffled a little bit towards him, coming out from underneath the desk before he made slight grabby hands to be picked up. Brian wordlessly agreed to pick him up, bending down to grab him and keep him in his hold.
Jisung cried into Brian's shoulder once he was in his hold, feeling a comforting warmth being wrapped up in his hyungs embrace. Through his crying he could hear someone walking over to them and his grip on Brian tightened in fear. All Brian did was shoosh him and brush his hair with his hand to let him know that it was alright.
In a way it did work to calm him down, but there was still a sensation of fear running through him that made him feel very bad.
“Here, take it.” Jae said, holding out the crimson pacifier for the young boy. Jisung opened his mouth to take it, furiously sucking on the pacifier to gain comfort which it surely gave him.
This is it, Jisung thought to himself as he closed his eyes and rested on Brian’s shoulder. It was absolute bliss to him. The pacifier, the comforting embrace along with Brian running his hand through his hair. He just felt so loved, so comforted, that he felt like he could melt into nothing but softness and love.
But one thing was missing, the cherry on top of this moment.
Acorn.
So Jisung started to communicate that he wanted his stuff animal by whining, effectively shocking both Brian and Jae for a few seconds.
“What’s wrong baby?” Brian asked. Jisung kept whining but he now added his hands into the mix. Both men followed in the directions his hands were pointed at before they deduced what he could want. Considering that Jae was the one standing and didn’t have an 18 year old in his lap, he was the one to go get the box they made for Jisung. Opening it to show the younger what was inside he stopped his whining to grab his stuffed squirrel Acorn. Smooshing it to his face brought a smile not only to his face, but also to the faces of Jae and Brian.
“What do you say Jiji?” Brian asked, being the more orderly caregiver he was. Jisung looked at him cluelessly, still holding onto Acorn. “You have to say thank you.”
“Dank ‘ou.” Jisung told Jae around his pacifier, who smiled at the younger before patting down some of his hair in a comforting gesture. The younger smiled up at him before he cuddled into Brian once more, a death grip on his squirrel Acorn.
Brian started to rock Jisung back and forth, humming him one of their songs before his eyes started to get droopy and he fell asleep. He kept rocking Jisung once he finished humming, looking up at Jae with a questioning look. Jae looked back at his friend, somehow understanding what the younger was saying.
“I'll go talk to Chris, I think he should know about this.” Jae said. Brian nodded, looking down at Jisung’s sleeping form and sweeping away some stray hairs. Jae lingered for a bit before going on his way to confront the Australian.