I woke in the middle of the night, feeling like I couldn't move. Jungkook was almost completely on top of me, making the air feel stifling. I ran my fingers through his hair, as I tried to wiggle out from underneath him a little bit. He stirred a bit, lifting his head and blinking at me a few times.

"Hmm?" he asked, still looking unfocused.

"I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to wake you, I was just hot. Go back to sleep." I said, kissing his cheek gently. I saw a bright red flush spread across his face as a sheepish grin made his way across his face.

"Um, Noona?" He asked, biting his lip.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry Jungkook." I said, my own face feeling hot.

"It's ok. I'm not complaining." he chuckled sleepily.

"Is everything alright?" I asked, trying to calm my heartbeat.

"Sorry I'm in your bed. I can get up and go in my own." He said, starting to move.

"You don't have to, if you don't want to." I responded, feeling embarrassed just saying that. He stayed quiet for a moment and then smiled a bit.

"Ok, thank you." he yawned, nuzzling into the pillow.

"Do you want me to help you get back to sleep?" I asked, feeling my heart rate skyrocket. He nodded and closed his eyes as I started running my fingers back through his hair. He hummed in appreciatation until he finally dozed off, sleeping soundly. It took me quite a while to fall back asleep, knowing the Jungkook that was next to me was in big space. But finally, I was able to relax and drift off.

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I still felt fuzzy when I woke up in the morning, but quickly felt alert when I realized what was going on. The last I knew, when Jungkook fell asleep, he was in big space. Currently I was laying on my back and he was curled into my side, arm wrapped around my waist. His head was nuzzled on my breast, making my heart pound. I started to softly run my fingers through his hair as he nuzzled closer into me.

"Baby?" I said softly, kissing the top of his head.

"Mmmm soft." he mumbled, still moving his head around.

"You like cuddling with me?" I asked, as he squeezed me tighter.

"Mommy's cuddles are nice." he said, his voice muffled by my shirt. I breathed a sigh of relief that it was Kookie's face pressed into my breast and not Jungkook.

"Aww, well I like your cuddles too, little prince." I said, kissing his head again. He smiled and looked up at me, his face flushed.

"I a prince?" he asked, smiling so big and wrinkling his nose.

"You are Mommy's handsome prince." I smiled, booping his nose with my finger. He giggled and sat up excitedly. He straddled me suddenly, making my eyes go wide. Granted, he was innocent and in little space, but having a grown man stradling me in bed started sending my mind in some odd directions.

"Mommy! Can I has pancakes for breakfast?" he asked, leaning forward over me. I pulled on his back to lay him flush on my chest, rubbing is back for a second. He was still heavy, but it was manageable. I was just thankful that despite his toned and muscular body, he still had a relatively small frame.

"Of course, I can make you pancakes. Now come on, let's get up and get you breakfast." I said, tousling his hair. He got up off of me and held out his hand, waiting for me to get up. I stood and stretched, afterwards, taking his hand and walking with him down the stairs.

"Mommy, can I watch cartoons?" he asked.

"Sure baby. You can watch them until the pancakes are ready, ok?" I said, as I settled him on the couch. He grinned as I turned on the super hero cartoons he liked, making me chuckle at his enthusiasm for the cartoon characters flying around. I went into the kitchen and started making him breakfast, every once in a while hearing a giggle coming from the other room. I made his pancakes and went out to the living room to get him, only to find that he was missing. The tv was still going, and his stuffed bunny was on the floor, but no Jungkook to be found.

"Kookie, where are you?" I asked, looking around in places he could have hidden.

"Baby, come on, breakfast is ready." I called out. I looked under the dining room table, in the downstairs bathroom and anywhere else he could be hiding down here. I called out for him as I made my way upstairs. He wasn't in his room, or mine.

"Come on, baby boy, this isn't funny. You're worrying Mommy. Don't hide from me." I said softly. It was then that I heard sniffles, muffled by a doorway. I walked and stood outside his bathroom door, hearing small sobs cut through the quiet. I knocked on the door softly, only to hear more soft sobs. I slowly opened the door, and what I saw broke my heart. He was sitting on the floor in the corner of the large bathroom, his knees drawn up to his face. Tears tracks stained his face with fresh ones making their way down his cheeks. His lips were pink and swollen, as well as the tip of his flushed nose. His chest and shoulders were heaving with sobs as he looked up at me, his eyes rimmed in red.

"M-m-mommy." he said through the hiccups. I went over and sat beside him on the floor, opening my arms for him. He shook his head, hiding his face in his arms again.

"Baby boy, what's the matter?" I asked, grabbing softly onto his arm and urging him to move over in between my legs. He finally gave in and scooted over sitting sideways with his legs over one of mine. I could immediately tell what was wrong but I wasn't going to say anything. I just wiped tears off of his cheeks and kissed them softly as he continued to hiccup and cry.

"I s-s-s-sorry Mommy!" he sobbed, hiding his face into my neck. I rocked him side to side as best as I could, rubbing his back in circles and patting it softly.

"Why are you sorry, sweetheart?" I asked, kissing his forehead.

"I has a accident. I had to potty, but i-it was a g-good part, they about to catch a bad guy. I not wanna miss it so I try to hold it. It taked too long and couldn't h-hold it." he sniffled, still hiccuping but thankfully he didn't seem to be sobbing anymore.

"It's ok baby boy, everyone has accidents." I said, continuing to rock him back and forth.

"Nuh-unh. I apposed to be a big boy and has no accidents." he sniffled, nuzzling my neck. I could feel his wet cheeks hitting my skin as he nuzzled further into my neck.

"I promise, I am not mad or upset. My prince is still a big boy, ok?" I reassured, still patting his back. His fists slowly started to unclench from my shirt.

"M-mommy not mad?" he asked, looking at me with this beautiful, big eyes.

"No baby, I'm not mad. I promise." I replied softly, kissing his forehead. He gave me the tiniest smile, relaxing just a little bit more.

"Thank you, Mommy." He said, as he placed a little kiss on my neck, making me shiver.

"No problem, baby boy. Now, let's get you cleaned up, ok?" I said, hugging him tightly. He nodded and started to get up off the floor, still sniffing. I couldn't believe how quickly he had me wrapped around his finger, but he really was so adorable and innocent it hurt my heart. I never really imagined myself taking care of a little, but I was so thankful that Namjoon suggested this to me.

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