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Typically, Minho doesn't have this kind of problem—it's usually the opposite. Slipping into his pet headspace isn't really anything for him. In fact, sometimes, especially over the past few months as his headspace changed, Minho has had to fight to keep himself out of it because it just feels so safe and nice to be in. But lately he's been running into a real issue: he can't slip, and it's making him frustrated. And frustrated Minho is a cranky one.
"What?," he grumbles, looking at his boyfriend with a fake kind of vague disinterest. He feels like shit and really doesn’t want to have to talk to anyone.
"Why are you doing this?," Jisung asks, genuinely confused as he sits down next to Minho on the sofa in their apartment.
"Doing what?" Minho is getting agitated at the noise in their apartment. Some of the boys had come over and Chan and Jeongin were busy apparently just smashing all of their pots and pans together to, who knows, make a new beat for a song or something. Minho doesn’t know, but he is about to scream. He’s tired, he’s stressed, and worst of all, he wants to go into his pet headspace and he can’t. He’d been trying all morning to no avail.
"Avoiding your headspace."
Minho nearly chokes on his own spit. "Is that what you think I'm doing?"
"Well, you've done it before," his boyfriend shrugs. "You seem to be having a rough week, though, baby. Why don't you just slip? We have no plans for tonight."
"Yeah, Minho-yah," Chan calls, "we'll take care of you. Just let yourself go."
He scoffs. "If it were that easy, I would have done it already."
"What do you mean, jagiya?"
Minho chews on his lip. He'd been keeping this a secret from everyone, but now the cat was out of the bag—or, he wishes he was. "I… I can't… I've been trying, but it won't come. Nothing has worked. Not my ears, not my cat bed. My toy mouse helped for a moment, but then I lost it."
"I could help you," Jisung says immediately.
He huffs again. "And how would you do that?"
"Trust me, baby, after all these years, I bet I know what will get you to slip." Jisung then gets up from the couch and walks towards their bedroom.
"Okay..?" Minho huffs and returns to scrolling his phone and ignoring everyone when his boyfriend doesn't return.
Moments later, though, a shadow towers over him. Jisung smiles down at him and gently pushes him to lay down on the sofa after placing something atop his head—Minho knows it's his ears immediately, but they do only very little for his headspace at the moment. There’s a tingle in his mind, but that’s all.
"What..?" Minho's eyes bulge when he sees what's in Jisung's hands. "I'm literally not in my headspace, what is that for?"
"To help you," Jisung says kindly, "and for when you do finally slip—because you will."
"I… Jisung, I don't need it."
"Baby, trust me, okay? Let's get you changed and settled. I promise you’ll feel better once we do.”
Minho whimpers shyly but nods. Red hot flames of embarrassment lick up his sides as Jisung pulls Minho's sweatpants and underwear off. He sort of wishes they'd done this in the bedroom, even though he's pretty sure at this point everyone has seen this happen at one point or another when he's been in headspace. He's not modest, but he is feeling shy. Thankfully, the other two are busy in the kitchen and not actually around to see it. He could speak up, he knows and feels okay to do it, but he shrugs it off and tries to relax.
The diaper is soft against his skin, plush along his bottom. The thick padding instantly makes Minho feel more at ease, as it always does. A light amount of shame fills him as a strong sense of comfort eases over him when Jisung tugs the tabs snug on his hips, securing him in the thick nighttime diaper.
"There we go," Jisung murmurs as he helps Minho up and into his lap, his knees on either side of Jisung's hips. He then snaps a delicate little cat collar around Minho's neck, and Minho feels something inside of him try to fuzz over. His boyfriend pets soothingly along his sides. "Aren't those nice, baby kitten? Isn’t that better?”
Minho nods shyly, because they really fucking are and it really is, but mumbles, "Still not a baby kitten…"
"I know what will help with that," Chan says as Jeongin comes in with something in his hands.
"Oh my god," he whispers, embarrassment and longing filling him equally, his face falling into his hands. "Guys, I don't think–"
"Come on, baby kitty," Jeongin coos, "you'll feel better, I promise."
"Do you want it, Min?," Jisung asks softly, ignoring the other men in order to try to lull Minho further into his headspace. "It's okay if you do. Headspace or no, you’re allowed to want it, especially if it will help you go into your headspace.”
Minho swallows heavily, feeling the tingle of his lips, knowing it would be so nice. Much to his embarrassment, Minho's stomach takes the moment to grumble loudly, causing the other three to chuckle.
"Aigoo, my baby's so hungry, isn't he? Dinner is still a ways away. Wouldn't some warm milk be nice, sweetheart?," Jisung asks, brushing back his bangs.
"Maybe," he whispers, knowing it definitely would, and he would definitely like some, which makes him feel weird since he's not yet in his headspace. "But–"
"Can you be a good boy and open up for me?" Jisung takes the bottle from Jeongin and holds the nipple up to Minho's lips, teasing it there lightly in order to entice him.
Minho gulps and nods nervously, his lips parting. Instantly, he begins to wonder why he was ever worried at all. A sense of peace washes over him as his lips wrap around the nipple, latching on immediately.
"There you go," Jisung whispers, a hand protectively on his waist, petting and gently squeezing, while his other hand holds the bottle up. "Give it a try, baby. Good boy, Minho," he murmurs when Minho begins to do little test suckles.
The moment the warm, sweet milk hits his tongue, it's all over for Minho, though he doesn't yet realize it. Minho hums blissfully as he sucks down more mouthfuls of warm milk, wiggling happily in his seat in Jisung's lap. Absentmindedly, Minho begins to play with the necklace around Jisung's neck as he sighs in contentment around his bottle.
"Yeah, baby, see? Isn't that nice?" Jisung chuckles when Minho gives him a dopey little smile around the bottle.
After a few minutes, Minho pulls away for a break, gasping a little and smacking his lips. He doesn't notice Chan coming up from behind him until suddenly he's there next to him; Minho startles a little, wobbling in his perch on Jisung's lap.
"Oh, sorry for scaring my little kitten, but I've got something else for you, baby." Chan holds up something small. "Want your fishy, kitten?"
Minho whimpers and stares at it, round and pink and the shape of the top of his bottle. God, he wants it more than he can bare, but he still feels too outside of his headspace to admit that he does. Before he can say no, though, it's being placed against his lips, and without thinking about it, as if on instinct, they part.
Minho feels his headspace crash into him with an intensity he hasn't felt in over a month as the pacifier bobs slowly, soothingly between his lips. He can't believe he'd ever thought about resisting this. Minho whines and collapses down onto Jisung's chest, feeling warm arms wrap tightly around him.
"There we go; isn't that better, baby kitten?," Chan asks, petting his head, chuckling a little when Minho begins to smile happily around the edges of his pacifier. "I thought that might do the trick," he murmurs more to Jisung and Jeongin.
"When in doubt, get the fishy," Jeongin laughs.
Minho feels everything around him slip peacefully away into static fuzz, his mind calmed and relaxed for the first time in weeks. He makes little biscuits on Jisung's shirt while suckling on his pacifier, barely registering the anime on the TV or the food the men have begun to eat. He can tell already that this is going to be a particularly small headspace, words becoming soup in his mind. Any thought, any fear is slowly melting away into pure bliss.
The only thing that really pulls him out of nearly falling asleep in Jisung’s lap is the sudden feeling of something warm.
Oh. Oh, he must really be in his headspace now, Minho hazily notices, because there comes a quick realization that his bladder is now completely out of his control as it fully releases into his diaper. He hadn’t even realized he needed to go, but apparently his body has been lulled into enough peace that it felt safe enough to let go.
"Mmm," Minho whines around his pacifier, wiggling in his seat on Jisung's lap as a wet warmth spreads along the thick padding at his crotch.
"Ssh, kitten, you're okay," Jisung murmurs, petting his back. “Sleep if you need to.”
He shakes his head sluggishly. "Wet," he mumbles around his pacifier.
"Ah. Are you wetting your diaper, sweetheart?" Jisung coos when Minho nods shyly, tucking his face into the crook of Jisung's neck. "That's okay, that's a good boy. Finish going, okay? Don't try to hold it."
"O'ay," he mumbles, relaxing his mind and his muscles and just letting his body do what it needs to do. He lets out a sigh of relief as the padding soaks everything up.
"Good call on the diaper, hyung," Jeongin says over his bowl of rice.
"Mm. I knew we'd need it. Can someone go get me a new one and the wipes so I get him cleaned up and changed?"
By the time Minho is freshly changed, he's so deep in his headspace that he has no idea what's going on around him. All he knows he is the soft, warm body pressed next to his, and the quiet purrs leaving his mouth around his pacifier. He's exactly where he needs to be.