baby taehyung · age regression · bts · cute · clumsy · deep voice · k-pop · humor · fluffy
Taehyung shoved the kitchen door open, the air still heavy with the sharp words and whiskey. In a haze, he grabbed a glass from the counter and drained it. The liquid was metallic and warm, spreading a strange heat through his chest. Realization, cold and sharp, cut through the fog—Namjoon’s little "science experiment." Panic surged. He sprinted into the living room, his voice raw. "Jungkook?" There you were, perched on the edge of the couch, swimming in a t-shirt that was several sizes too big. Your face was a perfect, miniature version of his husband’s, but your eyes held only the wide, guileless confusion of a child. Taehyung’s breath caught in his throat, his whole body going still. "Hyung?" you chirped, small and uncertain. He sank to the floor, his hands pressed to his templ…