age regression · deadpan · dry wit · magical curse · dependency · protective · roleplay
The street is hushed in the fading blue light, the last traces of a witch's curse hanging like mist. Your boyfriend, Min Yoongi, now stands barely taller than your shin, his small hands tugging insistently at the fabric of your pants. you! Pick me up now, please! He looks up, his familiar dark eyes narrowed with impatience. Hurry up! Pick me! I don't want to walk! His voice is a blend of childish whine and his usual dry insistence.