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Jisung had been noticing it for some time, been wondering about it nearly as long. Something was changing about Minho's headspace. For the most part, it was always a fairly innocent one, his kitten pretty soft and playful; only occasionally was it something sexual, but that was pretty rare. Typically, it was just a means for Minho to let off some steam, to relax after their extremely demanding job of being increasingly famous idols. But something about it was becoming increasingly tender—really, the only way Jisung could think to describe it was actually that Minho's headspace seemed to be becoming smaller.
At first it was just that Minho was becoming more and more non-verbal, which was fine. He often didn't like to speak more than meowing anyways, but lately the meows were becoming a little more garbled and hard to parse, as though even meowing was a challenge for him.
Jisung also started noticing Minho would zone out a bit more than usual, merely choosing to lay around on the floor or in one of his beds with one of his stuffed toys tucked into his arm. Then, he realized not only was Minho cuddling them, he was also sucking lightly on them; several times in the last couple of months, he's had to throw stuffed mice and fish in the wash after Minho had come out of his headspace to clean the drool off of them and make sure they were clean for next time.
Curiously, an issue Minho seemed to be having as well was eating and drinking in his headspace. His usual treats were cups of pudding, of course, and then the occasional milk. Jisung was now regularly either cleaning up spilled milk or globs of pudding, or, really, helping his kitten eat and drink them without making too much of a mess. Fine motor skills were not a defining feature of Minho’s changing headspace.
All of it was fine, and didn't raise too many flags, but then came the accidents…
The first time it happened, Minho was so deep in his cat headspace, he hadn't even realized what was happening. Jisung merely looked down at the feeling of warmth in his lap and saw the wet spot spreading along Minho's sweatpants. He quickly hopped up and ran them to the bathroom. Later, when he tried to ask Minho about it, the man blushed and balked at the notion that he would lose control of his bladder like that, even in his headspace. Jisung figured it would be a one-time occurrence, that the man had simply just been too tired and too deep in his headspace to get himself up in time, but then a week later, it happened again. They were in the kitchen, Minho pawing at him as he prepared a cup of pudding, only for his meows to cut off into a whimper.
"Oh, kitten…" Jisung frowned in concern as he watched the puddle spread on the kitchen floor, Minho looking up at him teary-eyed.
He wasn't mad or grossed out, but he was confused. Minho had never had this kind of problem before, but his boyfriend wouldn't talk about it. He claimed he couldn't remember it, and was seemingly too embarrassed to even acknowledge that it happened.
Slowly, however, Jisung was putting together a few pieces of the puzzle and decided to take matters into his own hands by ordering a few different kind of items for his kitten. He was a little shy about it, to be honest. He never thought he'd be buying things like this for them, and he was worried about the shipping being discreet. Thankfully, it seemed the pet play shop he had researched for this knows to be, the packages all arriving in unlabeled boxes. He hid them in his closet, wondering if he'd ever need them.
The night finally came, though, and Jisung decided it was time to make his move.
Minho comes home drunk from a night hanging out with some of his friends, and he's extra clingy.
"Hi, baby," Jisung laughs as Minho crawls onto the couch to nuzzle his face along Jisung's cheek. "Is someone feeling like slipping?"
"Kind of," Minho mumbles, his words a little slurred, while climbing into his boyfriend's lap.
"You can, you know, but it's also pretty late." He brushes back Minho's hair. "Why don't we go to bed, and then you can slip tomorrow? We have the whole day off, except for a movie with Channie and Changbin. Plenty of time to slip, though."
"Okay…" Minho's lip juts out in a pout.
"Now, now. No pouting, silly kitty. Let's get ready for bed, okay?"
They fall asleep in each other's arms, Minho passing out nearly the moment his head hits Jisung's chest. Jisung doesn't think much about his headspace until suddenly, some time around 3am, he wakes up to warmth spreading along his leg.
He groans as he fumbles around for the light next to their bed. Jisung sees right away a damp spot on their covers and pulls them back. Sure enough, Minho's underwear is soaked through and there’s a large wet spot underneath him, but the man is still fast asleep.
"Min," Jisung says softly, shaking his boyfriend. "Minho, wake up, kitten."
"Mmm," Minho whines. "Wha'?"
"Baby, we need to get you cleaned up."
"Cleaned up? What?" Minho's eyes open wide and he sits up on his elbow. "What the..? Oh– Oh my god," he whispers, voice still a little slurred, whether from his headspace or the alcohol, Jisung doesn't know. Minho looks up at him and whimpers. "A- Accident," he mumbles, "didn't mean to."
"I know, sweetheart, I know. It was another accident, it's okay. Let's get you in the shower while I change the sheets, alright?"
Minho sniffles but nods, allowing Jisung to help him out of bed and down the hall to their bathroom. Once he's in the hot water, Jisung gets to work.
Little does his boyfriend know, but one of the things he'd invested in was a set of plastic sheets after a different night of bed-wetting that the man claims to not remember. He'd put them on just before they went to bed while Minho was brushing his teeth. He peels away their soiled sheets and cleans off the plastic ones before putting on a new set of fresh sheets. Jisung then gets to work gathering a few other objects he'd been collecting over the last few weeks, finally ready to put his foot—kindly—down.
Their dynamic is such that, unless Minho really says no to something, he asks Jisung to guide the rules of things regarding Minho's time in his headspace; Jisung doesn't take that power lightly, nor does he spin it out of control. Instead he uses in moments like this where he really thinks some changes need to be made. Still, he'll go with whatever Minho ultimately wants to do, of course. This is going to be a vulnerable conversation.
When Minho shuffles back into the room, he looks sheepish. "I… I'm sorry, Jisung, I really don't know why that happened…"
"I think I do. Lay down, baby." Jisung takes a seat on the bed next to where Minho is laid down in his towel, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Minho, I think… I think your headspace is changing, sweetheart. I think… Have you been feeling..?" He searches for the right words. "Smaller in your headspace lately?"
"Smaller?," Minho squeaks out, his eyes darting away from Jisung as his ears turn a bright pink.
"Yeah, Min." He brushes Minho's damp bangs away from his eyes. "I think you know exactly what I mean. You're not in trouble," he says on a whim.
Minho then looks up at him, his eyes filled with tears. "I'm not..?"
"Minho, baby, of course not! In fact, I've been kind of excited about the idea of it."
"Jisung, I just… I just wet the fucking bed, and you're excited?!"
He rolls his eyes playfully. "No, but I'm excited at the idea of getting to take care of you in new ways."
"New…ways..?"
From a bag at his feet, Jisung pulls out a few things. "Minho, unless you give me a hard no, a red flag, I'm putting my foot down about us trying something while you're in your headspace—starting right now."
Minho gulps as he looks at the items in Jisung's hands. "Are those..?"
He smiles kindly. "Yeah. I bought a couple of different kinds. These are for nighttime specifically; they're a little thicker, but they'll help make sure there are no leaks."
"You want to put me…in a diaper..?"
"I think we can both agree that my kitten needs them at this point—Minho, you've had quite a few accidents lately. You aren't even all that deep in your headspace tonight, and you still peed the bed, sweetheart."
"Didn't mean to," Minho whimpers.
"I know, kitten. Which is why I think this could help. I think… I think my kitten is feeling really small, which is why you've been struggling with so many new things; isn't that right?"
"Maybe," Minho whispers. "I dunno why. I just…feel…small, yeah. I'm not a fucking toddler, though," he suddenly says, eyes defiant.
"Minho, I never said that. You're not a baby…but you are my baby kitten, aren't you?"
The other man's lip trembles and tear rolls down his cheek as he nods.
"Yeah. And I bet it's a little scary being a such a little kitten and trying to figure out what feels good all alone. What if we try out a few of the things I bought together, hm? Including the diapers. I think they'll really help you feel better in your headspace."
"Okay," Minho whispers, his blush deepening. "Wanna try it."
Jisung pets through his hair, trying to soothe him as best as he can. "Can you use your words so I know you mean it? I really don't want to push you too hard on this if you don't want it."
Minho licks his lips and opens his mouth a few times. "Can..? Can baby kitten have…have a nighttime diaper, Jisungie? Need it…"
He smiles warmly at the pet name Minho uses for himself; he often speaks in third person when he’s in his headspace. "Of course, baby. I would love to put you in a nighttime diaper. And for being so good, I think my baby kitty deserves a treat." He chuckles when Minho perks up at that. "It'll be trying out something new there, too, okay? But I think you'll like it."
Jisung undoes Minho's towel and helps him into a new oversized t-shirt. He then grabs the powder and one of the new diapers. "Can you lift your bottom for me, sweetheart?" Minho shyly lifts his hips and spreads his legs a little, and Jisung then slides it underneath him, securing him into the diaper and pulling the tabs on the sides tight around his hips.
"How's that, baby? Feel okay?”
Already, Jisung can see Minho visibly calm, his eyes glazing over, his body relaxing into the sheets.
"Good," Minho mumbles, the word a little slurred. "Like it."
"Yeah?"
He nods. "Soft."
"Oooh. Yeah? It's soft? Is it comfy?"
Minho nods again and gives him a dopey little smile. "Really comfy. B- Baby kitten is comfy."
"Good, sweetheart, I'm so glad. Lay here and I'll be right back."
Jisung grabs something else from his bag and hustles into the kitchen. After remembering Minho's struggles with drinking from cups lately, and the amount of times he's been forced to clean up spilled milk, Jisung decided to perhaps try a different route. He only hopes Minho responds as well to this one…
"Okay, baby–" Jisung stops in his tracks as he comes in, his eyes softening and his heart melting when he sees Minho laying right where he left him, but with a couple of his knuckles sucked into his mouth as he gazes vaguely at the ceiling; his other hand is making little biscuits in his t-shirt. He looks so soft and sweet and, for lack of a better word, small. "Hey, beautiful," he murmurs as he sits back next to his boyfriend, placing a hand on Minho’s belly, ”I've got you something—a cup of milk."
Minho turns his head sluggishly and eyes the thing in Jisung's hand, which blow wide when he sees it. His wet fingers fall from his slack jaw as he looks back up at the other. "That's… That's not a cup," he whispers.
"It is if you want it to be."
"It's a bottle…"
"Yes. It is. But we don't have to call it that if you don't want to. Do you want to try it, baby? I think this will be easier to drink from.”
Minho swallows heavily and stares silently at the bottle for a while. Eventually, he finally gives Jisung a shy nod.
"Are you sure..?"
He nods again, a bit more vigorously, his eyes glossy but alight with what Jisung would call desire. “Yes, please. Nervous, though.”
“Okay, that’s okay. What if we start with just putting it in your mouth and seeing how it feels, hm?"
"O- Okay…"
Jisung shuffles around until he's propped up against a few pillows. He then pats his lap and clicks his tongue. "Come here, baby kitty. Come have some milk; I promise it'll help you get back to sleep."
Minho rolls over a little clumsily and crawls his way into Jisung's lap, blinking a little as the diaper swishes softly with his movements. Jisung wraps an arm around him to hold him steady and close, and then holds the nipple of the bottle to his lips.
"Remember, we're just seeing how it feels."
He nods shyly and opens his mouth. The moment the bottle is settled between his lips, Jisung feels Minho's entire body go limp and watches as his eyes flutter shut. He smiles fondly when a soft hum comes from around the bottle.
"Good boy," he murmurs, leaning in to press a kiss to Minho's forehead. "Does that feel nice, baby?" He smiles again when Minho nods sluggishly, and already Jisung can see sleep threatening to take him. "Now why don't you try sucking? Ah ah," he says gently as Minho begins sucking hard, pulling the bottle away.
Minho whines loudly, and then looks up at Jisung in shock, as if the sound leaving his mouth surprised even him.
“I’m not taking it from you, baby, but go slow,” Jisung instructs kindly. "You'll hurt your tummy otherwise.”
He nods again, a pout on his lips, and mumbles a quiet, "Sorry."
"Nothing to apologize for, kitten, but let's go slow."
He once again nudges the bottle against Minho's mouth, who opens up. "A little wider. That's it, just like that," he coos. Jisung finds himself overwhelmed with fondness as Minho exhales a relaxed sigh through his nose and suckles at the bottle. "Is that nice, kitten? Good," he says when Minho nods again, humming in affirmation.
A small hand comes up to hold onto Jisung's hand that's holding the bottle, while Minho's other hand bunches up into Jisung's shirt, opening and closing like he's making a one-fisted biscuit. Minho looks up at him with glazed-over eyes as he drinks, blinking sleepily at him, and Jisung couldn't be more fond if he tried. After some time, Minho pulls away with a small gasp, leaving about half of the bottle full of milk. Jisung sets it down on the bedside table and looks down at his boyfriend with a gentle smile.
"Oh my, look at you. I've never seen a more milk drunk baby cat in my entire life," he coos, wiping a bit of lingering milk from Minho's bottom lip; he doesn't miss the way Minho chases his finger with his mouth, as if to take it between his lips. "Let's get some sleep, baby kitten." He presses another kiss to Minho's forehead and turns the light back out.
Minho curls up into his chest with a happy sigh and is soon fast asleep.
He's not sure what time it is when he wakes up to the sound of a tiny whimper, but he can tell the sun has risen outside. Jisung stretches a little and rolls over to find Minho looking at from where he is also laid on his side.
"Morning, baby," Jisung rasps, a fond smile on his lips. "Are you o–?"
"Wet," Minho whimpers, his eyes glossy with unshed tears, still a little glazed over. Jisung thinks he might still be in his headspace.
Jisung looks down and sees the small paw prints on the front of Minho's diaper have turned a dark blue, indeed indicating that the diaper is wet. "Oh, sweetheart, did you use your diaper last night?" He gives his boyfriend another smile when he shyly nods his head.
"Didn't mean to," Minho whispers. "Accident."
"That's okay. It's not an accident; that's what the diaper is for, Minho. It's so you don't have to worry about accidents anymore. Let's get you cleaned up and changed, hm?" He frowns when the man shakes his head. "Baby, you shouldn't sit in a wet diaper, it's not good for you."
"Can't," Minho whispers, scrunching his eyes shut. "Not yet…"
It takes Jisung a few seconds to understand, but then a light bulb turns on over his head. "Aaah. Are you wetting your diaper right now, kitten? Is that what woke you up?"
"Yes… I. I really didn't mean to, but I–" His lip wobbles. "I can't stop it."
"Oh, baby, I'm so proud of you."
"Wh- What?" Minho opens his eyes and looks at him in disbelief. "Jisung, I'm pissing myself. I… I lost control of my bladder,” he whispers at the end.
"Your body is just doing what it needs to do, and it clearly feels safe enough to do it—I'm proud of you for not fighting it." He brushes back Minho's bangs. "This is exactly what you're supposed to be doing, sweetheart."
"It is..? It's… It's okay? You're not..?"
"What?"
“Disgusted? You’re not mad?”
Jisung chuckles fondly. "Of course not. I meant it, I'm so proud of you for being open to trying the diapers. Your body clearly needs to let go of control and relieve itself—as seen with all of the accidents—and so I’m proud of you for trying to work with it. And, kitten, this is what I'm here for—I'm your owner. I'm here to take care of you."
"You… You'd really do this? You'd really sit here and clean up my messes?"
He smiles again and pulls his boyfriend close, wrapping him up in his arms. "Baby, there is nothing I would rather do more than care for you, whatever that looks like. I'm… I'm kind of glad? Your body and mind clearly need some serious relaxing, and I'm so happy I get to be the one to take care of you when you go into your headspace. I'm excited I get to take care of you."
"You're excited to change my fucking diaper this morning?" Skepticism laces his every word, and Jisung knows it's just the embarrassment of wanting something but being afraid of allowing himself that thing; they've run into this before with his pet headspace.
"Minho, kitten, I would change your diaper every day for the rest of our lives if you asked me to keep you in them—I mean it." He feels the man shiver and lean in closer in his arms, nuzzling his face into Jisung's chest. "But one day at a time," he chuckles. "How about this? When you're done, I'll get you cleaned up and into a fresh diaper—"
"I don't need it."
"Are you…sure?" It's Jisung's turn to feel skeptical, considering Minho seemed to still be struggling with his headspace; he was getting the feeling it might be an all day thing.
"Yes," Minho squeaks, and Jisung doesn't believe him, but he doesn't push it.
"Okay. Then let's go to the shower and get cleaned up."
When they crawl out of bed, Minho grimaces as he clearly has to walk around the full diaper between his legs as they make their way to the bathroom. Jisung can't help but want to laugh—it's incredibly adorable watching his boyfriend waddle around, but he keeps it to himself for now. He doesn't want to add to any humiliation; he wants Minho to associate this with the comfort he claimed to feel last night.
"Wow, that's a full one," Jisung says as he helps Minho out of it in the bathroom. The diaper is heavy and it makes a soft, wet plop as it lands in the trashcan—he'll remind himself to take out the trash before Chan and Changbin arrive later.
"Sh- Shut up," Minho whines, his face in his hands. "Couldn't help it."
"I'm not making fun of you, kitten, but I'm sorry if it seemed that way. I was actually just impressed."
"Oh my god, shut up and get in the shower," Minho huffs with a laugh, thankfully not as actually mortified as Jisung was worried.
Jisung will later wish he had pushed the issue, especially as he watches Minho zone out throughout the day, but he continues to tell himself to leave it alone. Minho needs to process it all, he imagines, anyways. Again, he wants Minho to want this, to like it, because he thinks it's going to be important for his headspace moving forward. The problem only comes to a head during the movie night with Chan and Changbin.
Minho squirms where he's laying next to Jisung on the loveseat on the opposite side of the room from the other two. His hands are curled into Jisung's hoodie where they knead subtly at his stomach.
"Minho," he whispers in his ear, "what's wrong?"
"Nothin'." The word comes out a bit slurred, and it makes Jisung frown.
"Are you sure?" He sighs when the man just nods. "Okay…"
It's about twenty minutes later when Minho stops squirming and suddenly clenches his thighs together, his hands gripping tightly at Jisung's hoodie.
"Min– Oh, kitten…" Jisung exhales sharply under his breath as he watches a small wet spot form on Minho's sweatpants. "Go," he whispers into Minho's ear, "go to the bathroom."
Immediately, Minho jumps up and makes his way out of the dark room, his hands discreetly covering his crotch. Jisung gives it a beat before stretching and getting up himself.
"Can't you two go a whole movie without fucking around?," Changbin drawls, not taking his eyes off the TV.
Jisung merely rolls his eyes and playfully gives him the middle finger before he darts off to the bathroom.
"Oh shit, baby," he exhales as he enters. "Hey, it's okay, you're okay."
Minho is standing in the shower, tears rolling silently down his cheeks, as his sweatpants turn a darker and darker grey, the wet spot now taking up the entire front of his crotch. "I tried to stop it, but I- I couldn't," he sniffles. "Couldn't control it enough. Kitten's having an accident," Minho mumbles wetly.
"Yeah. Yeah, you are, sweetheart, but it's okay, I promise. You're in not trouble. Can you be good for me and finish going while I go get a few things? Don't try to stop it, just let go; can you do that for me?"
The other man wipes his face with curled up hands—in the shape Minho keeps his hands when in his headspace, like little paws—and nods. "Okay…" Suddenly, a soft but strong stream of urine begins to spray out from his pants, soaking them further, dripping down his legs and pooling at his feet.
Jisung turns and heads out towards their bedroom for the items he needs. When he comes back, Minho is hiccuping quietly in the shower still, but he seems to no longer be wetting himself.
"Done, baby?"
"Peed in my pants, Jisungie" Minho whispers wetly.
Jisung comes to stand outside of the shower and pets his hand down his boyfriend's cheek, wiping away a few stray tears. "Yeah, baby, you did, but it's okay," he says again, trying to reassure him. "It's hard for little kitties to control their bladder, isn't it?" He smiles kindly when Minho nods shyly and mumbles an affirmation that it's really hard. "Let's get you cleaned up and changed, okay?"
He helps the man undress and runs the shower, helping him wash off his lower half. Jisung tosses the wet clothes into their hamper and lays out one towel on the ground while using the other to dry Minho off. Thankfully, Minho's shirt had managed somehow to stay dry, so it was merely grabbing a pair of sweatpants that looked almost identical to the ones he'd been wearing. And then there was—
"I don't need it," Minho whispers, looking at him with wide eyes.
"Min… You just wet yourself, sweetheart. Is this a hard no, or are you just feeling shy and embarrassed?"
"It's not, I'm just… Yeah," he sniffles, "really fucking embarrassed. I didn't realize I was slipping until it happened, and then suddenly I… I couldn't control my bladder anymore." Minho flushes a dark pink as he fidgets with his fingers.
"And you might slip again." He looks Minho in the eyes and gives him another sweet smile. "Unless it's a hard no, I'm putting you in a diaper until tomorrow morning—and depending on if you wake up dry or not, we may renegotiate that, okay?"
"Okay…"
"Minho, are you sure that's okay?"
"I… I need it," he whispers, looking away shyly. “I want it. Badly."
"Yeah?"
"Felt really nice last night. It makes me feel…good—comfy, warm, safe."
Jisung pulls him in close and kisses his temple. "You are safe, Minho. You're safe to need and want whatever you want, okay? I'm here to take care of you. I want my baby kitty to feel safe and cozy and comfortable when he slips, and if a diaper helps you feel that, then let's get you in one, okay? I promise you, Minho, there is nothing to be ashamed of. It's okay if this is what your body and mind need."
"Thank you, jagiya. Really."
"Of course. Now come lay down, kitten, so I can change you." He helps the man lay down and changes him into one of the other new diapers he bought; they're slightly less thick than the nighttime ones, but still pretty hefty he realizes. "Is this okay?," he asks as he secures the tabs at the side snuggly.
Minho's eyes have glazed over and he has a small smile on his lips. "Is nice," he mumbles as he wiggles his lower half, the diaper swishing as he does. "Like it, a lot. Baby kitty feels so comfy."
"I'm so glad. Let's get dressed and go finish the movie, okay?"
"Tonight…"
"Hm?"
"Tonight, after Channie-hyung and Changbin leave, can…can kitten have some milk?"
He smiles. "Yeah, baby, of course. In your new bottle?"
Minho nods shyly.
"Sounds good."
~
A few months go by and once or twice they have to break the diapers and bottle back out, but it seems to slow down. In fact, it might be that Minho is intentionally slowing it down, feeling ashamed that he's been behaving this way, and realizing that his headspace may have fully shifted into something quite small and vulnerable. So he represses it.
That is, until they begin to approach comeback season and the new Run It concerts and his headspace begins to demand attention once more.
Minho is stressed out of his mind. He's designing choreo, helping with stage directions, and leading practices. The closer they get to the first concert, the worse he feels for some reason. Jisung keeps trying to encourage him to slip, but he can't, he won't allow it.
And then it happens, another accident, and not even when he thinks he's slipped! He's so humiliated as Jisung changes their sheets and tells him it's okay.
"Min, are you avoiding your headspace?," Jisung asks him as dries him off from the shower.
"No," he lies, looking away from his boyfriend.
"You know you don't have to. There's nothing wrong with your headspace."
"It's embarrassing. You shouldn't have to do things like this…"
"What if I said I wanted to?"
"You want to clean up my piss..?" Minho glares at him with a vivid blush high on his cheeks.
"I want to take care of you, and I happen to really enjoy this new baby cat headspace. I know you said I could talk to Hyunjin or Chan about it, since they spend so much time with you in your headspace, and Hyunjin brought up a good point…" Jisung sighs. "Min, can I ask you something? Do you…do you not like your new headspace?"
"No…I– I like it…a lot. It feels…" He doesn't know how to explain it. It makes him feel safe and warm and so relaxed, and Jisung's affection makes him feel so fucking cared for, he could cry—he did, in fact, have a small breakdown once about it while in his headspace. "I just worry that you look at me and see some fucking toddler or something…"
"You know I know your headspace isn't like that. It's pet thing; it's different. You're not a baby, but…cats do come in little baby form," he chuckles lightly. "And that's okay. It'd be okay no matter what the reason, though."
"What if..? What if you start finding me unattractive because I'm walking around in fucking diapers and drinking out of baby bottles on top of meowing and playing with fucking cat toys?"
"Never, hyung. You're the hottest man I've ever met—this headspace does not detract from that, it's just different." Jisung cups his cheeks and makes him look at him. "If you like it, then I want to do it. But I'm making some rules around it this time, alright? You can always say no."
Minho nods, blushing. "What are they?"
Jisung sighs and looks at him. "I'm… I'm putting you in a nighttime diaper tonight, you know that, right?" Minho nods sheepishly. "Well…I'm keeping you in your diapers until either one of two things happens: The end of the week comes, or you wake up to a dry diaper. If Monday morning comes and you’ve peed in the night, then we keep the diaper."
His blush deepens, realizing that tomorrow is Friday, which means three days, as well as... "That's… That's through the concerts!"
The other man nods. "Yes, I know. Hear me out. I've been really worried about you during practices over the last couple of weeks. You've been zoning out and giving big signs of slipping, and I really worry about that happening while we're out. Now, you know the boys would never judge you if you did, but I also know that they don't all know about this change in your headspace yet. I also don't want to risk any accidents while we're out, okay?"
Minho swallows heavily and nods. "I don't want that… I've also been nervous about it happening—I thought I did slip once while we were touring the venue and Felix was massaging my back. I… I'll wear my diaper until Sunday night, but what if people notice when I'm on stage? They aren’t exactly light and dainty…”
Jisung smiles. "Don't worry, I've thought of that." He goes to their bedroom closet and pulls out a small bag. "These are thinner pull ups that look like underwear. I'll put them on under your boxers for when we're on stage, and you won't have to worry about anyone noticing."
Minho huffs out a laugh. "You really thought about this, huh? Th- Thank you, Jisungie, for taking care of me. It… It really means everything to me.”
"Of course, darling. Now, lay down and let's get you changed and back to bed, okay?"
He nods and nibbles on one his knuckle. "Can… Can kitten have some milk?"
Jisung smiles and nods, "Yeah, okay. You want your bottle?"
Minho mumbles a quiet, "Please," and lays down on the bed.
It's not long before he's out cold, Jisung having to slip the bottle back out of his slack mouth.
He's wet in the morning, and this time he's not totally surprised. He'd felt himself going deep into his headspace as he drank his milk. He lets Jisung change him into a new diaper and get him dressed. As he lays there, watching Jisung fuss around with a big bag, he finds himself frowning.
"What are you doing?"
"Packing your diaper bag."
Minho nearly chokes on his own spit. "Huh?! My what?"
"Packing your diaper bag," Jisung says more slowly. "I've got powder and wipes, and a little changing pad I bought so that you aren't just laying on the ground when I need to change you, a change of clothes, one of your small stuffed mice, annnnd…let's say twelve diapers."
"Jesus, how much pissing do you think I'm gonna do?"
Jisung scoffs. "We're at the venue all day getting ready—you wanna risk having to sit in a soggy diaper all night, or should I pack more than we likely need?"
Minho huffs, blushing, and mumbles something like, "Fine, whatever."
The only problem with Jisung's plan is that Minho suddenly finds himself bladder shy throughout the morning. He needs to go, he knows he does, but he's nervous. What if people can tell? What if it leaks? He hopes Jisung will forget, won't notice, but he hopes wrong.
"Kitten," Jisung whispers in his ear late in the morning, nearing lunch, "have you not gone to the bathroom at all? You've been chugging water…"
"Don't need to–" His reply is cut off with a whimper when Jisung discreetly lifts the bands of his pants and underwear to check, but his other hand inadvertently presses down on his bladder. In that moment he feels a tiny spurt leave him and he clenches his thighs.
"Oh baby, don't hold back. If you need to pee, just go."
"Can't. Not in my headspace. Not a baby kitten right now.” It’s only a little bit of a lie. He’s more in an in-between state, which is why everything feels so strange in his body. He wants to let go so badly, but he’s afraid to.
He's surprised when Jisung chuckles in his ear. "You're always my baby cat, Min," he coos, nuzzling his nose into Minho's hair, causing Minho to nearly whine, suddenly feeling shy and small.
Another bit of pee leaves him and he can tell it won't belong before the dam breaks.
"They'll know."
"Honestly, baby, no one can tell. I promise you. I don't always know when you go unless you say something or squirm or if I see your diaper change." Jisung begins to massage along his bladder. "You're safe, sweetheart, just let go."
Slowly, Jisung's coaxing works and Minho's brain begins to feel a little fuzzy and his body relaxes, and then once it starts, there is no stopping it. Slowly, a warmth spreads along his crotch, soaking into the soft padding. Minho whines quietly and tucks his head into Jisung's neck. "Wetting," he sighs, finally feeling a sense of relief, in more ways than one.
"Good boy," Jisung murmurs, "proud of you."
Minho feels the fuzz in his mind pulse at the praise, and he lets himself lean into it a little, just for a moment. His hands make little biscuits and he purrs quietly under his breath. For just a moment, Minho finds peace in his headspace, away from the stressors of pre-show day.
"So proud of you," Jisung says again as he rubs Minho's back. "Are you done?" Minho nods. "Then let's go get cleaned up."
He should have known someone would catch on, would notice his headspace is coming back with a vengeance. Later, Minho is a bit zoned out during a break and almost doesn't notice the man next to him until he puts his head on Minho's shoulder.
"Hi, kitten," Hyunjin mumbles.
"I'm not–"
"Minho, you've been batting around a water bottle cap for the last five minutes," the man chuckles. "It's okay. Jisung said it's been popping back up."
"Yeah… Kinda having a hard time controlling it right now."
"Maybe you shouldn't."
"I'm at work, Hyunjin-ah, I cannot just start meowing and crawling around…"
"No one would probably notice if you did," he teases, shying away with a laugh when Minho raises a fist. "But true. What about tonight? I could come over… I got you a few things."
Minho shifts nervously in his seat, feeling the soft padding of his diaper between his thighs, against his crotch, and surprisingly, the feeling calms him down. "Did… Did Jisung tell you..?"
"Yes, and you don't have to worry. There's nothing to be embarrassed about, hyung. It sounds precious, and I'd love to spend time with you, baby kitten."
Minho whines and baps the man on the shoulder. "I just said I can't slip here, stooop." He laughs as the other man puts up his hands in surrender. "But… Okay… Just don't tell anyone else, okay? I think only you and Channie-hyung know right now, and even that feels like a lot."
"Don't worry, hyung, I would never."
~
Jisung is a little nervous that night, largely because Minho seems to be. Minho had accepted Hyunjin's offer to come over and play with him, to slip fully into his headspace, but he also seemed a bit apprehensive.
"Just take it slow, baby," Jisung says as he dries them both off after their shower. "If you don't like it, I'll ask Hyunjin to leave, okay?"
Minho nods, and says, "I think… I want to slip so badly. I'm so stressed, though, and I think… I think it'll be pretty deep."
"Mm, it's been a while since you've gone fully into your headspace, so I wouldn't be surprised. I'll be right there, though, okay? I promise to take good care of you"
"Okay… Thank you, Jisungie.” He nuzzles his face against Jisung’s cheek.
In the end, it didn't take much to get Minho to slip. It seemed like once he'd convinced himself he could, he did. By the time he's in his diaper, t-shirt, ears, collar, and paw socks, Minho has fully gone into his baby kitten headspace. He blinks slowly up at Jisung, doe-eyed, a smile tugging at his lips as Jisung presses a flurry of kisses around his face; the kitten lets out a soft giggle and meows happily. He does startle a little, however, when the doorbell rings.
"Aigoo, it's okay, baby kitty, it's just Hyunjin. Let's go let him in." He scoops Minho up into his arms and carries him to the front door.
"Oh my god, look at you," Hyunjin coos as he comes in, smiling sweetly when Minho shyly meows. "I brought you some presents, sweetheart; want to see them?"
Minho meows excitedly and nods, making grabby hands at the man.
Jisung laughs and says, "Aish, come on, little kitten, let's put you down so you can play."
Shakily, Minho crawls after the two men towards the living room, eventually finding himself a seat in front of Hyunjin on the floor.
"First things first," the man says as he dramatically takes out a plush mouse, shaking it; it makes a quiet rattling sound. He tosses it, both men laughing as Minho scampers off after it. "Secondly, I… I got this." He pulls out a small package.
"What's this?"
"A soother, but not like the usual ones; I thought those might be too much. This one is shaped like the top of a bottle. You mentioned he was sucking and chewing on things, and seemed to really relax with his bottle. I saw this at the store and thought…I dunno, maybe he'd like it. Plus, look." He points at the non-mouth side to a small fish printed on it. "A fish for the kitten," he chuckles.
"This is great, Jinnie. We'll have to see how he takes it."
"Oh and here, this is a clip for it, it goes on his shirt."
Minho then comes trotting back over with the mouse in his mouth, looking very proud of himself. They play like that for a while, tossing the mouse or playing with one of his wands, until Minho seems to tire out. He lays panting on the floor, batting sleepily at the string on a wand in Hyunjin's hand when Jisung finally takes pity on him.
"How about we get ready for bed, baby kitten?," Jisung asks. "How about some milk?" Both men chuckle again when Minho's eyes light up as Jisung gets up and heads into the kitchen.
Shyly, looking over at Hyunjin as if for judgement, Minho crawls his way into Jisung's lap when the man returns, curling up. He sighs in contentment the moment the bottle settles between his lips, and his eyes flutter shut as he begins to drink. In no time, he's finished off the milk. He lets out a quite whine when Jisung pulls the bottle from his mouth.
"God, that's fucking precious," Hyunjin whispers. "Here, try the soother."
"Open up for me, baby," Jisung murmurs as he nudges the pacifier against Minho's lips.
Without seeming to really think, Minho opens up and accepts it. They both coo softly as they watch Minho go limp in Jisung's arms, barely hanging onto the man with his hands as he suckles. The little kitten sighs again, a small smile on his lips.
"I think he likes it," Jisung chuckles fondly as he watches the pacifier bob slowly in his kitten's mouth.
"God, that's so sweet," Hyunjin says again. "I've never seen him so relaxed before."
"Honestly? Me either. Thank you for this, I think it's going to be a big hit." Jisung attaches the clip to Minho's shirt and to end of the pacifier.
"Oh! Uh. Something's happening." Hyunjin points down, and Jisung watches as the paw prints on Minho's diaper change color.
"Ah, it's okay. He's just using his diaper. He must be really deep in it, because he's not even reacting."
And it's true, Minho was just laying there, hands subtly kneading, sucking happily on the soother in his mouth, eyes drooping heavily.
"Good thing for it, then. Glad he's open to using them."
"It was a struggle at first to admit he wants and needs them, but I think we're finally getting there. I'm gonna go change him and get him ready for bed."
"Yeah, it's late, I should go. Thanks for tonight, Jisungie."
"No, really, thank you. This has been great. He needed this."
"Tell him I said he did so well, and that I'm really proud of him. And that Channie-hyung is going to be desperate for his turn with him," he laughs.
Jisung carries Minho to the bedroom, who is still limp and heavy in his arms. It's a quiet affair getting him into a nighttime diaper and out of his socks, collar, and ears. A peace settles over Jisung as he watches his boyfriend blink sleepily up at him, the pacifier still bobbing every so often in his mouth.
"What a sweet baby kitty I have," he murmurs before pressing his lips to Minho's forehead. "Sleep well, Minho."
~
He wakes up wet in the morning, but once again neither of them are really surprised. What he is surprised about is the thing hanging from his shirt…
Minho picks it up gingerly and blinks at it. This cannot be what he thinks it is. His ears are on fire, but there's a tingling in his mouth, a need to see if it feels as nice as it looks, and that makes him feel even more embarrassed.
"Oh, you found your fishy," Jisung rasps sleepily as he rolls over to face him.
"Fishy..?"
Jisung points to the fish on the object. "Do you want it?"
Minho blushes and doesn't answer right away, because he's afraid of what he'll say. Eventually he mutters, "It's…it's a pacifier…"
"Yes," Jisung confirms. "Hyunjin bought it for you, thought you might like it since it's shaped like your bottle."
Ah. So that's why he's craving it. His blush darkens. He's not in his headspace, he shouldn't want it, and yet…
"You're allowed to want it, baby," Jisung says softly, as if he can read his mind.
"No. I mean. Maybe when I slip, but…" He swallows heavily and lets it drop; it feels heavy where it hangs from his shirt.
Jisung merely hums and begins to get up, gathering the items he needs to change him—which he's still not used to. He feels doubly embarrassed because…he wants it. He's not in his pet headspace, not really, but he's still looking forward to a fresh, comfy diaper all the same. God, what's wrong with him? His boyfriend must think he's some kind of freak.
"Open," Jisung says.
Minho looks at him in confusion, but his jaw goes slack. Suddenly, he feels it, the pacifier is slipped between his lips, and they immediately latch on to it. Minho feels his entire body relax, and he's shocked.
He loves it. It feels amazing in his mouth, and he loves it—perhaps even more than the bottle, perhaps because he knows he can keep this one in for as long as he wants. Minho's eyes scrunch shut and his hands ball into fists, but still he feels himself slowly suckling on the soother—the thing doing its job well as his mind begins to calm.
"Better?," Jisung asks softly.
Not daring to open his eyes, Minho nods a little stiffly.
"I thought it so. Minho, baby, you're allowed to like these things. You're allowed to want them, to find them comforting, no matter how deep or not in your headspace you are."
"Not," he slurs around the pacifier. He opens his eyes finally to shoot his boyfriend a little glare when he hears a quiet snicker.
"Sorry, my love, but I think you're more in it than you realize. But even if you aren't, it's still okay to like them, to find comfort in them."
"Embarrassing," he mumbles.
"It's shouldn't be—I'm not embarrassed of you. I think you're sweet, and so does Hyunjin. Just…take some deep breaths, okay? It's okay, Min." Jisung begins to rub soothingly along his belly. "Just breathe with me."
He tries to, one slow inhale and exhale after another. It helps, as does the thing in his mouth and the feeling of being wiped clean and a fresh diaper being slid behind his hips and under his bottom. Maybe Jisung is right, he thinks, as his syrupy brain slips one foot into his headspace; maybe he is further in it than he realized. Or maybe lately, with all of the stress, it's just a lot easier to access.
"Kitten," Jisung murmurs, brushing his bangs back, "I've put you in a diaper for now, but I'm packing the pull ups for the show, okay?" He smiles down at him when Minho nods in understanding. "Bottle, sweetheart?"
"Please," he mumbles, his eyes wide and sparkling.
"Be right back." Before he can leave, though, Minho grabs onto his sleeve and stops him. "What's up, baby?"
He reluctantly pulls the soother from his mouth, immediately hating being without it, and shyly asks, "Does kitten look okay..?"
In reply, he receives an immensely fond smile. "My baby cat is the prettiest, most precious thing I've ever seen," Jisung whispers. "Come see." He helps Minho up onto shaky legs and tugs him towards the standing mirror in the corner of their bedroom, something Minho had been avoiding all these weeks. "Look at how sweet you look," Jisung says.
He holds Minho close, an arm wrapped around his waist, and pulls up the bottom of his oversized t-shirt. Minho can't look, too shy, and tucks his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck. He feels his body shake with the other's laughter and a patting on his butt.
"Ooh, look at your adorable puffy little bottom," Jisung coos.
Minho looks up to glare at him, mouth open, but he quickly finds it full as Jisung stuffs his pacifier back in his mouth. Again, he feels a wave of calm run through his mind and body and he places his head on Jisung's shoulder, finally looking at himself in the mirror. It's a bit disorienting, watching himself suckle on the thing in his mouth—his fishy—it bobbing up and down hypnotically as he stares with wide, curious eyes at his reflection.
"See? So precious," Jisung murmurs as he presses a kiss to Minho's temple. "See the little kitty paw prints on the front?" Minho nods. "When those turn blue, they let me know when you've used your diaper; that way, I know to change you even if you're too out of it or asleep to tell me."
"Oh," Minho replies simply around the soother. "Kitten's cute?" He hopes so, because, much to Minho's embarrassment, he feels incredibly cute and soft and small like this. He likes it…
Jisung chuckles again. "The cutest." He places another kiss on Minho's cheek. "Come on, baby, let's go have some breakfast before we need to get ready."
The rest of the morning is uneventful. Jisung manages to assuage any lingering fears, for the moment, and helps Minho sit comfortably in the in-between state headspace he finds himself in.
Jisung feeds him a protein shake out of his bottle before helping him get dressed for the day. He mentions that he wishes he could wear a collar while out, and Jisung remarks that maybe they can figure something out another time. Later, on the car ride to the venue, he unintentionally pees in his diaper; he's slowly getting used to letting his bladder do what it needs to do while in this state. The incontinence would make him more stressed if he wasn't so fuzzy-brained. Instead of panicking, though, he merely leans in and lets Jisung know, which Jisung says is good timing so that he can get Minho ready before the stylist noonas have their way with him.
Performing in such a state is a strange feeling to be sure. He gets momentarily anxious during one of their breaks talking to Stay when he feels his bladder release into the pull up he's wearing, but thankfully, there're no leaks and Jisung has time during the fast wardrobe change to do another kind of changing.
One of his deepest fears is quickly pushed aside the moment the two of them are home that night after the first concert, when Jisung presses him against the door and kisses him like he needs air to breathe, his hands roaming along Minho's body, whispering hot words into his ear. His boyfriend does good work reassuring him that he still finds Minho hot and sexually attractive by blowing his back out, making him come harder than he has in months, and then dragging him to the shower to help clean them both up after a long day.
Secretly, he sleepily thinks to himself later as he sucks down mouthfuls of warm, sweet milk, perhaps this part is the best aftercare he could ask for…
Sunday, they do it all over again, but that afternoon he's approached by Chan.
"Hyung?" Minho looks up at the older man as he stands over Minho giving him a warm smile.
"Hi, Minho-yah. Can I sit with you?" He gestures to the empty spot on the love seat Minho was sitting and scrolling his phone on. He plops down when Minho gives him a little shrug and a nod. "I heard from Hyunjin that the three of you had a good night the other night."
Minho freezes before looking around to make sure no one else is around, especially no cameras. "Yeah, I guess so," he mumbles when he sees the coast is clear. "Why do you mention it?"
Chan grins at him and leans in. "Think I could get some kitten time tonight?"
He feels the blush creep over his cheeks. "Jisung and Hyunjin…told you..?"
Chan's smile softens, as do his eyes, which fill with a look of adoration and understanding. "Yeah, they told me. Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone else. It would just be the three of us, if that's okay with you."
After a moment of thinking it through, Minho gives the other man a shy nod. "Okay," he whispers.
He has no idea what to expect that night as they all make their way home after the concert. Jisung is his owner, but Chan is Minho's only hyung, and something about that triggers an extreme fondness and attachment in kitten Minho. Part of him is nervous, but another part is already relaxing at the thought of getting to be with his only hyung.
Minho had fully intended to spend the night playing with Chan, thinking of the new toys Hyunjin had bought him as he and Jisung stepped into the shower. However, by the time Jisung is dressing him and his mind is clouding over with his headspace, Minho feels the weariness of the past few weeks and days settle into his bones. He feels smaller than he ever has, and it scares him for a moment. He can feel the way everything is completely melting away into nothing.
"Jisungie," he says in a tiny voice, wanting to warn his owner before words become impossible, "baby kitty feels small."
"Oh, yeah, darling? Smaller than usual?" Jisung smiles down at him when he nods. "That's alright, little kitten, just relax. Hyung and I will take such good care of you, okay? Be a small as you need to be, no one is going to judge you."
In response, Minho simply meows, giving his owner a dopey little smile and pawing at him. He startles when a loud noise comes from the living room, and his eyes immediately water.
"Ssh. Just the doorbell, baby," Jisung says soothingly, wiping away a tear track. "It's just your hyung. Let's go let him in, okay?"
Minho nods and opens his mouth when Jisung nudges his pacifier against his lips. Everything suddenly sits even heavier on his mind as he sucks on it, his entire body relaxing at the feeling.
"Aigoo, someone's not going anywhere without my help, are they?" Jisung chuckles and then carefully picks Minho up into his arms. "My big baby."
Minho says nothing in reply, now fully immersed in his headspace, too small to say anything besides a few babbling meows around his pacifier. He rests his head on Jisung's shoulder and plays with a little piece of loose string on the collar of his owner's shirt.
The front door opens and there on the other side is Chan. The man coos and beams at him. "Oh my, look at this sweet little kitten," he says in a hushed voice as he takes his shoes off. "Hi, sweetheart."
Minho smiles shyly around his soother and ducks his head.
"We're very small tonight it seems," Jisung explains. "A real baby kitten on our hands," he chuckles.
“Oooh. What does that look like?”
“Not sure yet exactly, but definitely struggling with our fine motor skills and movements and words.”
"Hyun', want hyun'," he mumbles, thoughts and words harder than usual, and makes grabby hands.
"Yeah, baby, hyung's here." Chan takes him in his strong arms and Minho immediately feels a warm sense of safety and melts against the man's chest. Chan pats his bottom soothingly and slowly rocks them back and forth. He looks at Jisung in surprise. "Oooh, these are soft and plush. No wonder our baby kitten likes them so much."
Jisung chuckles and says, "Yeah, I made sure to get some really soft ones, though those also seem to be the really thick and heavy ones. He doesn't seem to mind, though."
"You don't mind, do you, baby? You like your diaper?" They both smile and laugh when Minho nods his head vigorously, unashamed to admit it in this headspace. "Yeah, I thought so. Now…I thought I'd be getting some play time in, but someone looks sleepy."
"It's been a long fucking weekend," Jisung laughs as he heads towards the kitchen.
Minho by this point has little idea what's being said, he's so deep in his headspace, but he likes the sounds of his owner and hyung's voices. He plays with one of Chan's necklaces as the man walks them into the kitchen, his eyes drooping heavily.
"What about if I feed him?"
"I think he'd like that. Might put him to sleep."
"It might put me to sleep, too," Chan laughs.
"Bo'tle?," Minho mumbles sleepily from around his pacifier, rubbing one paw against his eye.
"Yeah, baby," Chan says softly, "Jisungie's making you a warm bottle. Want hyung to feed you?"
"Please," Minho sighs as Chan carries them to the couch.
Unfortunately for any of them, Minho ends up falling asleep in Chan's arms before they even get to that point, and Chan is not far behind him. Jisung decides to let them stay there, covering them with a blanket and turning off the lights.
Minho wakes the next morning feeling more rested than he has in years. He's warm, strong arms wrapped safely around him, Chan's chest to his back. At first, he thinks that's what woke him up, the warmth and comfort from Chan's body. But then he realizes it's the wetness against his crotch.
Minho whimpers pitifully, and it's enough to wake the other man.
"Baby? Are you okay?"
"Hyung," Minho whines, hiding his face in his hands. "'M wet…"
Chan shifts and peels back the covers to check, revealing that the paws on Minho's diaper are in fact a dark blue. “Oooh, that's okay, sweetheart."
"It's Monday, though."
"Okay..?"
"Not supposed to be wet today…" Minho blushes profusely as he shifts and feels a very full diaper between his legs. He must have gone more than once in his sleep; he didn't even wake up to any of it.
"Aahh… Yeah, Jisung told me about the deal. Minho, honey, it's okay if you're wet, it's okay that it's Monday and you still need your diaper. You were out hard last night, and so small."
"It's embarrassing, hyung. What if I'm never fucking dry in the morning again?"
"Then it means you're letting us take care of you the night before, that you're slipping comfortably into your headspace while you sleep, and honestly, that's really fucking lovely, Min. You're finally resting."
"Jisung's gonna hate me," he mumbles.
"Absolutely never possible. Jisung could never hate you, but especially not for this. Sweetheart, it's okay, I promise. No one is mad or disgusted. Do you like Jisung and hyung taking care of you?"
"Yes…"
"Then can hyung take care of you now, baby?"
Minho nods shyly. He buries his face in the couch pillow when Chan climbs off and shuffles out of the room. A few moments later he's back.
"Hey," Chan says softly as he returns, rubbing Minho's side gently, "roll onto your back for me, Minho baby. I've never done this before, so bear with me," he chuckles. Chan carefully undoes the wet diaper and slides it off from around Minho's bottom. "Sorry," he whispers when Minho whimpers as he wipes him clean, "the wipes really are cold, huh? Can't be pleasant, sorry."
"It's okay, not your fault, hyung," Minho mumbles, trying to get over his mortification as he lifts his bottom for Chan to slide a clean diaper underneath him.
"Oh, what's this? Everyone's already awake?" Minho looks up to see Jisung peeking over the back of the sofa with a smile. "Hi, darling. Were we wet this morning?"
"Mhm…"
"That's okay. That's perfectly okay, baby," Jisung assures him, combing his fingers through Minho's hair. "Want your bottle from last night?"
Minho looks over at Chan who gives him a smile. "Can hyung feed you some breakfast, baby?"
"Not in my headspace," Minho mumbles, shy and not entirely sure if that’s true. He wants it so badly, but Chan has never seen him like this outside of his headspace before—hell, they passed out so early, he's never seen him in his headspace either, not really.
"So?" Chan finishes changing him, making sure it's snug around his hips and smiling when Minho can't stop the sigh of relief he lets out fast enough, and then rubs a big hand over Minho's belly soothingly. "Let hyung take care of you, baby."
"Want that," Minho says in a small voice, eyes shining a little.
Jisung comes back with the warm bottle while Chan is helping Minho settle into his lap, his knees on either side of Chan's hips. He places his hands on the older man's chest for stability.
"Hi, kitten," Chan says warmly. "Let's have some breakfast, yeah?"
Minho nods and opens his mouth a little hesitantly, but once the nipple is between his lips, his entire body goes lax and his eyes flutter. A soft exhale leaves his nose as he slowly sucks down mouthfuls of warm milk.
"That's it, sweet boy. Drink your milk, baby kitten. So good for hyung."
Minho hums a tiny whine at the praise and the feeling of Chan's hand petting along the back of his head. Some part of him is ashamed that he's doing this while outside of his headspace, but the louder part of him is floating in bliss as he suckles gently.
As soon as he's done, Chan tucks the pacifier between his lips, not letting him have a moment without the soothing sensation in his mouth. Minho collapses onto his chest, curling up small. His eyes flutter close as Chan pets along his back, murmuring sweet words in his ear. It's not long before Minho is out again.
~
It's another few days of quite small baby kitten headspace and all that comes with it. Jisung had thankfully restocked on everything, plus bought a few new things, so they had plenty of supplies. Minho eventually starts fully relaxing into letting Jisung take care of him, in and out of headspace—finally admitting to his boyfriend that even outside of his headspace, he finds his baby kitten things calming and soothing, and asks for them more often. He even lets Jisung give him a bath during his headspace—a usual no-go for kitten Minho—after he has a particularly bad accident one evening that leaves quite a mess in his pants; thankfully, it was just the two of them, and Jisung took care to soothe him through it, not allowing the mortification of soiling himself due to being so small to linger.
The concerts and comeback pass, though, and Minho's stress momentarily eases. It's back to only the occasional headspace during a given week, maybe just at night. Minho comes to not only accept but love his small headspace, eventually telling the others about it, who are beyond thrilled to have such a precious little kitten to take care of. Somehow this leads to more toys, and even a few cute outfits for the kitten to wear.
It's hard for Minho to admit that feeling so small and vulnerable feels so right, especially for such an independent person, but knowing he has Jisung and his members by his side makes everything easier.
Minho meows softly as Jisung changes him into a nighttime diaper, his ears, a collar, and his paw socks, feeling warm and fuzzy and small, and giggles when Jisung tickles his belly. He thinks, through his syrupy mind, as the bottle settles between his lips and he curls safely into the crook of Jisung's arm, that maybe being a very little baby kitten is the best thing that's ever happened to him.