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A Little Home

Summary:

Jeon Jungkook is a little who age regressed when he’s stressed. One day, when he’s caught sleeping with his pacifier, his parents kick him out of the house for months.

He soon meets 6 boys who’ll change his life forever.

Notes:

Hello!!! This is a new story I decided to publish on Ao3, and Wattpad!

The italics are Jungkook’s thoughts from the future about what’s happening in the book.

This story will have semi slow updates since I’m sort of going through writers block right now, but I have prewritten chapters 1-3 so far.

This story is my first official little space story, so it’s sort of a test, and any feedback is welcome. I’m an age regressor myself, so some stuff will be from my point of views and experiences. I apologize for any wrong wordings or mistakes.

Now that that’s all done...

ENJOY ENJOY!

Chapter 1: The Beginning (READ NOTES FIRST)

Chapter Text

I slowly pull the box from under my bed as I hear the front door shut.

I guess my parents are finally gone.

I pop the pacifier in my mouth, smiling to myself.

They spend hours arguing and drinking while hating one another.

I wrap my body in my soft sheet, taking in the scent.

Some days they'd be even too drunk to take care of me.

I put in my headphones and scroll through the endless kid lullaby's.

So, I had to take care of myself. I wasn't scared much.

Putting on the lullaby, I lay on my pillow, closing my eyes.

But, I was very scared when I woke up the next day.

"Jeon Jungkook! We will not allow you to be w-whatever this is!" My mom yells.

I still feel my heart racing from the moment they saw me.

"Pack your things! You'll have to live somewhere else!" My dad yells.

Everyone wanted me to be mature and grow up. But how was I supposed to? The stress always filled my mind.

Tears stream down my face as I rush to pack the little amount of things I had.

Maybe I deserved it.

I take one last look at my parents. They look so upset and disappointed in me.

Maybe I wasn't fit to be mature I guess.

I pull my suitcase down the road, wiping my tears.

So, I guess I was homeless then...

I sit at the corner by a traffic light pole.

But, did I really deserve it though?