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thinking about kitty today <3 want to squish you extra extra tight and give you a great big kiss. i hope kitty is doing okay <3 lots and lots of love
Kitty’s been better, sugarplum. Thank you for checking in on me and thinking of me, though, mm. Purring from a quiet little corner of the room.
you somehow use the tastiest of words and put them into the most delicious sentences, i hope you never stop writing the way you do <33
Ahh !! Thank you my little gumdrop !! I’m not going to be a stubborn kitty and disagree (I’ve been in a hell of a rut lately), but know that this does mean a lot in terms of motivating that little ember in me, ah. Slowly but surely easing myself back into it. Balance, balance. Blowing you a little kith, angel. Kitty is happy to feed you puddings whenever I can !!
This is lowkey really goofy but I got inspired from a clip and thought about your little mnh- there is his live of him just eating pudding and then getting off, not saying a word.
I can just imagine Mnh slipping by himself (like in his own hotel room, not like alone alone) and just thinking “I love this one thing… st@ys will love it too”. It’s just nonverbal lil mnh on instagram live showing like a fidget toy he got, and no one is questioning why he is just showing off this toy with no words because it’s him
Ahh yes~! the infamous two minute pudding live, you're absolutely right, cutie. I think he'd definitely go live for little bursts all the time, like you said, and the pudding live is a great show of our bundle's brave adventures. In regards to the pudding live, post-concert min is obviously tired, but still has enough running adrenaline to get excited for his favorite treat, and since all the other members are still showering/preoccupied, he naturally gets a little mischievous; curiosity and the cat, you know? Slipping isn't hard for min, especially when he wants to, and the little 'go live' button on his insta is just so inviting, he's sure stay would love to see him, right? He doesn't talk when he's little, anyway! It's a win-win situation, no danger, no risk—he'll just eat his pudding like a good boy and by the time he's done one of the hyungs will be come get him ready for bed—he hopes they'll be proud of him for using a big spoon so well, and for not letting any pudding go to waste ! (Little min is not a picky eater per se, but he does eat like a bird throughout the day, so if he finishes something in one sitting, it's a praise worthy moment.) So, he plops into the squeaky leather of the hotel chair and hits 'live', letting the last of his big brain slip under, as the connection to the live queues up. He's watched the hyungs do this tons of times, and he's a big boy—he'll show all the little stays in his phone just that! And to any average viewer this is just minho being minho; quirky, big eyed, and endearingly menacing as he houses a pudding in less than two minutes, and perhaps that contributes to why minho feels so safe with slipping on camera, in general—he's always been the silly weird boy, and in the case of him being little, it's the perfect perception to hide behind. He can wave at the camera, wiggle and worm around, and show them his progress as he cleans out the cup, without so much as a soul thinking it's out of character. Chan, because he's insane and has notifications on for all of the boys if they go live, catches the last thirty seconds of Minho as he exits the shower and nearly trips and dies five times trying to get dressed while keeping his eyes glued to the screen (he forgoes his skincare, which is actually wild, but he can always do it in Min's room once he's down and sleeping), a mixture of utter terror and heart melting fondness clutching his insides with every passing second. But Minho is perfectly fine, when isn't he, really? Minho shimmies his shoulders and presents the empty pudding to the screen, wordless and glassy in the eyes, before abruptly (thankfully) ending the live. The screen goes dark and Chan is already at Minho's hotel door, keying in (he has minho's second keycard for this exact scenario) and Minho is still in the chair; only now he's got his fingers in the pudding cup to scrape out the bits he didn't get with the spoon, and more of it is on his face and hand than in his mouth, (leave it to the little to manage going from perfectly clean to disastrously soiled in seconds) but the mess doesn't matter when he lights up at the sight of Chan, a welcome surprise, and he drops the pudding cup without second thought (it joins the spoon on the floor) and waddles over to jump Chan with the last of his energy, sticky fingers combing up into Chan's still-damp hair. Chan catches him under the thighs and commits to what will become his second shower of the night as Minho smothers a sweet, sugar-slick slew of kisses onto his chin, cheeks, and dimples. 'Hi my little pudding prince, daddy saw you ate everything up, hm? Even showed all the stays how well you behave, big spoon and all.' Chan keeps talking, to distract Minho from the fact that they're heading straight for the suite bathroom. His own skin hasn't even come down from it's redness from his first shower, and here he is reaching in to turn the water on while Minho is hooked on his hip, rubbing into the crook of his neck to hide a very fresh blush that can't hide, because the tips of his ears are hot against Chan's neck. 'My baby boy is 𝘴𝘰 big, not sure if he even needs daddy's help anymore.' Chan makes sure Minho can tell he's just teasing him, even if the smile on his face is evident in his voice, and he gives the little a small tickle at the underside of his thigh before sitting him on the sink counter. As expected, Minho perks right up, shaking his head and giggling as he signs in playful protest, ‘𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺, 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳' — the final word being a 'y' formed with his thumb at his forehead, pushing outwards and he smushes the pad of it into Chan's nose for emphasis. Chan's face is so goddamn sticky but nothing is more stuck than his eyes are on his little kitten; he shimmies him out of his shirt and kisses a trail from his sloppy little cheek mound (he bites it, he has to, and Minho paws at his chest, tugging the hem of Chan's shirt until he strips himself of it and busies right back on Minho's collarbone), down his neck, down down until he's practically squatting, mouthing little raspberries onto a tummy so full, that ate so well for everyone. He's so proud he's sick about it, really. Minho surprises him every day. Minho twists his tacky fingers in Chan's hair and doubles over with that contagious, light as sugarfloss laughter, sensitive and stuffed and buzzing at the attention--and once Chan comes to terms with the fact that he can't actually eat Minho off the countertop like his mind wants him to, he hoists the little over his shoulder and turns towards the steam filled shower, licking the taste of pudding from his lips. 'Forever, baby. Forever.'
Another day another 'kitty cannot just provide simple answers' ahahaha. Thank you for being so patient, sweetheart. Kitty loves these scenarios, and loves that you thought of our little bundle !
halllo I really like the way you talk, its super warm and cosy.. I hope our littlest minho gets all the kittycat plushies and soft kisses his itty bitty heart desires !!
Hi sugarplum, kitty’s very happy to hear you’re comfortable here in the cuddle puddle~ I sure hope he does too ! ‘M planning on giving our little bundle lots of attention, I’ve got about ten messages to work through but everypudding has been so patient, for like, a month ahaa. You all deserve a little treat, just like our precious bundle does.
YOU GOT THIS KITTY!!! for each paragraph, little mnho gets a new toy
Never been more motivated in my life !!! You have fueled a new fire in me, my perfect plants. Our baby bundle is currently at 8 new toys—kitty can’t wait to tell him !!!
hehe just read thru some of ur small mimo stuff and it’s absolutely adorable and refreshing to see. I feel like not many people write about it. Thank you kitty roll over so I can pet your tummy for these goodies~
Hi sweetheart ! I have like, 9 little!mnh messages in here to catch up on (they just each take me ~2 hours to do aha!) but I’m excited to share some more with you pretties. I’m just happy anypudding loves him like I do. Our sweet little bundle space. More is coming! And I am rolling right onto my back for those tummy rubs, purring up a storm just for you~ mmm !
should i go or linger? i want to deliver more pets behind your ears. kiss, kiss. most special boy.
linger as long as you’d like ahh, mhm, that’s kitty~ special boy (!!) I try my best—I do. Thank you. Open and accepting to all pets and kiss deliveries !
of course, love. thought you could use the pick me up. do deliver your biscuits to me soon, hm? 🫳🏻 (me petting you).
Mmmm~ !! kitty’s biscuits are the best and I will deliver them somehow, mysterious anon who’s lap I’m curling up and purring in, thank you for being so thoughtful. Kitty needed this. Kith kith !
i think you're so cute. i'm a private account and i think it's darling how excitable you are. hope you take care.
𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 oh this is the nicest, sweetest message !! kitty’s whole chest is warm thank you !! Haven’t been this shy in a minute oh my god I need to go knead some biscuits into a pillow —
it’s been a rough week so reading all the little mnh stuff has been so nice. this was kinda answered in the skz00 question but are there specific activities you think he likes to do with certain members when little? like art with hynjn etc etc?
First off, I’m glad this has been able to bring you any amount of comfort, sweetheart. This month has been rough for kitty, too, and i hope that February is better to us. Kitty is here to provide whatever i can, even through just this little doorway of light.
As for doing certain activities with the members, you’re right and absolutely ! There’s an element of ‘schedule’ as to who takes care of mnh when he slips, but there’s also the balance of who mnh wants to be with, and if it’s possible they’ll always try to accommodate for their baby, because there are days where he’s extra clingy and codependent, but there’s also the reality that sometimes, the members are not available or on schedule. It’s a teeter totter.
I mentioned it before, but if they’re on schedule when he slips, he usually latches onto whichever member is nearest/with him, because he immediately seeks out safety, but if they’re not, and say mnh is at home with jsng, it’s entirely dependent on his mood. There’s plenty of variables and sometimes, it’s not just one member-one association: mnh likes to spend time with both hynjn and chngbn, together, because he gets the creative playtime through painting and then the physical playtime of being tossed around and used as a dumbbell for chngbn to bench press him (mnh also requests airplane rides—chngbn holds mnh up by his stomach with his feet, back on the ground, and holds mnh’s hands so he can ‘fly’—at least ten of them, and chngbn is more sore after playtime with mnh than any amount of gym sessions could accumulate, but he’d happily tear every muscle in his body if it means mnh is smiling so big his paci falls out of his mouth). Mnh loves Chngbn’s laugh, so he’ll make silly faces down at him while he’s ‘flying’ and once chngbn starts, neither of them stop, and mnh tries to clap his hands in glee but he’s still interlocked with chngbn so he topples over, and where a toddler would usually get upset and bothered—mnh just starfishes out because he knows chngbn is going to roll right over and blow fifty raspberries onto his tummy, and hynjn will always swoop down and tickle under his chin with a freshly cleaned paintbrush, and mnh will laugh himself exhausted, until all hynjn has to do is peel him off of the floor and slow dance around the living room to get the angel in his arms to knock out. (They order pizza for dinner and mnh decides to use the sauce as paint…for his face. He’s going to look a little extra rosy for their schedules tomorrow. It’s fine.)
With Lixie, mnh likes to play games along with him. Now, we’re not setting mnh up at the gaming desk with his LoL account, but there’s ways to keep mnh involved without running any risk to his rank. He’ll hijack Seungmin’s chair and wheel it into his room, next to his own, and gives mnh his own special keyboard (wireless and yellow and covered in pudding keycaps with arrows that are little cat paws which mnh loves to spam), along with his very own mouse (also wireless, and off.) so he can ‘play’ along with lix. Now, mnh probably shouldn’t be infront of a screen this long, but it hardly happens often enough to matter, and mnh is more interested in pressing buttons and spinning in his chair than watching Lix get his ass kicked. Everytime he does win, though, mnh will clap and keyboard smash, and when lix offers a high five, the little will bonk him on the palm with the blunt of his duck-yellow paci in congratulations.
That said, with sngmn, mnh is down for anything. He just likes the sound of sngmn’s voice. Clean and clear and easy. Mnh tries to be vocal the most with Sngmn out of any member, and Sngmn has quietly taken notice, not telling the others because it’s a small, certain happiness to be able to have this unique relationship, where mnh wants to talk, wants to try, and even if he doesn’t say more than a word or two, it’s a privilege that sngmn selfishly holds close. They’ll sit in the middle of his bed and he’ll hold mnh’s little hands up to his own mouth, letting him feel the shape of his lips as they form words, and then he’ll wait for mnh to, tentatively, push his paci from his mouth and wait for sngmn to guide the shape of his lips, now. It’s been simple words, of course. Like ‘hungry’ and ‘tired’, and while it’s peculiar because mnh obviously has no problem speaking when big, and this has been chalked up to him just not wanting to be verbal when little—there’s something else to it. Maybe it’s not just mnh wanting to be as little as possible with all the members, maybe he wants to show progress like a big boy, but not so big that they won’t baby him anymore. Sngmn truly doesn’t know, and he doesn’t think mnh does either, but again; he’s just happy to sit and let mnh’s cherubic little voice dance in the space between them, finding it’s footing in their sliver of haven. (Mnh will sign ‘all done’ with his palms twisting in and out, and sngmn will sing 𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘢 while mnh cozies himself among the pillows. Mnh won’t sing along, but sngmn will catch him humming while he kneads biscuits into a plushie, ‘Your voice is so pretty, little one.’ He’ll sing out, to the tune of the last few lines of their song, and mnh will smush his face down into softness, shy and curled up and if sngmn feeds his own delusion enough, beyond the sound of his own singing, he thinks he hears a ‘𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴~’, muffled into the melody.)
Jngn is the adventurer. Mnh can’t exactly go out and just wander around the city when little, per se, but, with a little planning, they manage to get a ‘kit day’ every now and then. (Kit for fox kits, and kit for the shortened version of kitten, simple and certain to get mnh’s face lighting up). Jngn, despite being the youngest, seems to take on the most mature role with mnh, next to chn. The dimple dorm has been comically referred to as the ‘daddy dorm’ because out of all the members, they’re all confident that mnh would refer to either of them as daddy before the other 5. (Jsng has been referred to as ‘appa’, but mnh still seems to be teetering with his confidence, and while they want him to get more comfortable with him calling any of his hyungs whatever makes him feel the safest, they don’t want to push him or make him feel like he has to be on a timeline. It’ll happen naturally, hopefully, maybe—jsng is trying to get him more attuned to calling him ‘appa’ by referring to himself as such, in third person, so that ideally, mnh will have a positive association with it and adopt more terms for the others, too.) So on their ‘kit days’, mnh will dress 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 nice, and they’ll just…drive. Mnh loves being in the car—with Jngn. He loves looking out the window, loves watching Jngn drive, loves listening to whatever trot Jngn will put on and sing his heart out to (mnh will sign ‘again!’ And run one song into the ground for an hour if he so much as wants it.). They can’t really ‘go’ places like normal people would, especially with mnh being little, so their ‘kit days’ are usually long drives, encompassed with jngn telling mnh about anything and everything, mnh playing with Jngn’s fingers when they’re on a more joyride-able stretch (he loves to hold jngn’s hand up with his own, significantly smaller one, palm to palm, ‘Your hands are so tiny baby, i know. Hyung could just eat you up.’ And Jngn will swallow mnh’s little paw up with his own hand ‘Grahhh~!’ and give it a playful shake, eyes flicking between the road and mnh’s full bodied preen, ruby red from his apples of his cheeks to the tips of his ears.). They’ll stop for food, typically, (mnh in tow behind jngn’s broad shoulders, clinging to the back of his jacket and tugging his ballcap over his face because then no one can see him, if he’s hiding behind d—) and if it’s nice out, Jngn knows a nice, isolated park that’s just far enough from the dorms that if they have a little picnic, mnh will be out cold by the time they get back home, (mnh will always rub his thumb over jngn’s knuckles that he’s clasped over, and whenever that little, loving motion stops, jngn will wait until he hears little sleep induced suckles before bringing mnh’s hand up to kiss the foxiny Gashapon ring on his index, then the leebit on his middle) where Chn can take the reins.
Chn is where mnh can be a baby through and through. (See: ‘𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘵’ 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥!) But it’s also where mnh can get spoiled to filth and doted on like the last remaining bloodline holder of a monarchy. Chn would probably level a city for mnh if a sidewalk tripped him. And mnh is also much more prone to slipping around chn, especially in the studio. Chn’s always calling him cute, telling him he’s doing so well, and because they’re long days, lots of strain, and what feels like a billion takes sometimes, mnh can only bear the weight for so long. Luckily, he’s never slipped mid-take (yet) when there’s producers and managers in the room, but there’s not enough fingers on his hands to count how many times he’s stepped out of the booth and slumped on the couch until everyone else leaves, hood tugged over his head and sweater paw over his mouth so no one will see him trying to suck at his thumb, so that Chn can wheel over to him in his chair and lug the bundle of boy onto his lap, ‘Don’t eat your paws, baby, hey.’ He’ll coax mnh’s thumb from his mouth and replace it with one of his own fingers, temporarily, while he fishes in his bag next to the couch with a stretch that has the chair’s strength being tested. ‘Here, kitten. I know it’s been a tough day.’ And mnh’s eyes will blow so wide the little bobas of them might just roll out of his skull, jaw dropping with no interest in chn’s fingers and he’s thinking faster than he can sign, ‘𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦? 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?’ And Chn will just nod and pop the little sanitized case open, revealing his sea-blue custom wolfchn paci that never leaves the dimple dorm, and mnh will chase it with his little bunny bite so that all Chn has to do is pop it between his lips, greeted by the sound of satiated, peaceful suckling that’s become the heartbeat of their little’s happiness. ‘I knew today would be a lot, and you did better than I could have ever imagined, baby. So thank you for being so brave and strong.’ At that, mnh shakes his head and touches his palms to Chn’s chest, then his face, looking at him with precious, narrowed eyes, before taking a big breath, sitting himself up a little straighter on chn’s lap. He’s brave, after all. Brave, brave, as his hands form familiar signs, ‘𝘕𝘰, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶,’ He emphasizes by pressing a small palm up to Chn’s heart. Then, with toes dipping in the salt of the sea, a warm sun blanketing him through a set of strong arms around his waist; he’s brave enough to try to swim. ‘𝘋𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺.’
Jsng is, much like in their day to day life, his other half. Mnh would do anything and everything with jsng if it meant they were together. There’s no set ‘special’ thing between them because everything is theirs if they so decide, and that applies when mnh is little, too. It’s a little different in the sense that jsng has the most time with him, so he’s more attuned to what mnh’s needs are and how to keep him afloat, but it also means that jsng has seen their little prince at his lowest, the most often. Mnh cries much more when he’s little, whereas when he’s big it’s almost never at all, but jsng just believes that’s because he bottles it all up and his little self is incapable of doing that, and the well of tears is a healthy response to all of the things he shouldn’t have to hold in, in the first place. Jsng is mnh’s sanctuary. He doesn’t have to play, or do anything to be loved undoubtedly, every second of the day. He can just crawl onto his back when jsng is writing lyrics in his notebook on the bed and be a weighted blanket, ‘Hi, kitten. Just sunbathing?’ Jsng will hum back at him and mnh will nod, resting his cheek on the back of jsng’s shoulder so the sun will hit his face through the window, and he’ll just laze there, lulled by the gentle scratching of pencil to paper, jsng’s occasional mumbles and half-bars, unfinished but music to mnh’s ears nonetheless, and he’s happy, here. Doing absolutely nothing at all, with his legs draped over jsng’s hips and one hand loosely clasped over a bicep that flexes every now and then, just to make mnh giggle out a slurred, ‘𝘈𝘱𝘱𝘢~’, because while jsng knows mnh loves to act like a cat and sunbathe on his back, he also knows that his baby thrives on being acknowledged, even if means jsng being cheesy every few minutes. Jsng will write, and write, and sing and sing, and mnh will draw shapes on jsng’s arm, a square, a circle, and jsng will tip his head back enough to bump into the top of mnh’s, voice extra low like it’s just part of the song he’s working on, but mnh knows those words are meant for him, ‘Love you.’
Mnh draws a heart. Then another. And another. Until jsng puts the pencil down and rolls them both over, abandoning the peaceful monotony for an onslaught of kisses he just can’t keep back.
(Holy shit this is long thank you so much for reading this, sweetheart !)
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