Hoseok (J-Hope) is the innocent, soft partner who regresses into little space (3 months–3 years) when stressed or comforted.
He is in a polyamorous romantic relationship with six powerful mafia alphas (Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi, Jin, Jimin, Taehyung).
The story balances action, danger, mafia power, and fluffy, tender moments with Hoseok's regression.
Rain pounded against the high-rise windows, drumming a relentless rhythm across the city streets below. Neon lights flickered in the wet asphalt, reflecting a world that was dangerous, chaotic, and unrelenting. But up here, in the heart of their shared penthouse, there was a fragile bubble of warmth and safety—a sanctuary that belonged entirely to Hoseok and the six men who loved him.
Hoseok sat curled on the soft carpet, knees drawn to his chest, a plush rabbit clutched tightly against him. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil in his heart, though this time it wasn't just fear—it was excitement, confusion, and the overwhelming pressure of being the softest, most vulnerable person in a household of six powerful alphas.
He was regressing. His fingers curled around the plush, thumb slipping into his mouth unconsciously. His small voice, almost babyish, whispered out into the empty living room.
"I… I… don't want… it's scary…"
"Shh, little one," a deep, steady voice said. Jungkook stepped into the room, tall and imposing, but his gaze softened the moment he saw Hoseok's tiny frame and trembling hands. "I've got you. Always."
Hoseok flinched slightly, hiding his face against the rabbit, his body shrinking further into itself. Jungkook knelt slowly beside him, letting his presence be comforting, not threatening. Carefully, he reached out, placing a large, warm hand on Hoseok's back.
"You don't have to be brave," Jungkook whispered. "Not right now. Just… be small. Be soft. Be ours."
Hoseok whimpered softly, letting a single tear slip down his cheek. His thumb found its way into his mouth, his baby-like coos filling the quiet room. He had always been the gentle, the innocent, the little one. And though his six partners—each a dominant, lethal force in the city's underworld—loved him fiercely, he sometimes wondered if he belonged at all.
But then he felt Namjoon's arm circle around his shoulder, warm and firm, pulling him into a protective embrace.
"Shh… you're safe, Hobi," Namjoon murmured, voice calm and grounding. "We're here. All six of us. Nothing can touch you when we're around."
Hoseok sniffled, pressing his face into the crook of Namjoon's neck. "But… it's scary… outside… the world…"
Yoongi's deep voice cut through, measured and slightly teasing, yet soft with care. "The world can wait. You're ours, little one. And we'll handle everything else."
The sound of the rain outside faded as Hoseok curled further into their protective circle. Even Jin, ever-dramatic, crouched beside him, murmuring, "Our precious little Hobi… entirely wrapped in love. Danger is meaningless when you're ours."
Taehyung flopped onto the carpet beside Hoseok, draping an arm around him. "I told you," he whispered softly, voice playful yet intimate, "you're ours. Every bit. Don't fight it."
Jimin leaned forward, lips brushing Hoseok's hair as he whispered teasingly, "Even if you're little, helpless, or regressing… we love it. We love you. And we love every tiny squeak or coo you make."
Hoseok's small sobs quieted, the tension slowly leaving his body. He couldn't resist the overwhelming comfort. The six alphas—his lovers, his protectors—were there, each offering a unique type of care and attention, creating a network of safety that his little self could cling to.
"I… I'm small…" Hoseok whispered, voice trembling, "but… I… I'm scared…"
"And that's okay," Jungkook murmured, brushing a soft kiss across the top of his head. "Being small doesn't make you weak. Being small makes you ours."
The calm lasted only briefly. A loud crash echoed from the street below, the sound of glass shattering and boots pounding on concrete. Hoseok stiffened immediately, regressing further, curling into himself like a child hiding from a nightmare.
"Threat," Namjoon said sharply, his hand tightening on Hoseok's shoulder. "They found us. Get ready."
Hoseok whimpered, thumb slipping deeper into his mouth. "I… I don't want…"
"You don't have to do anything," Jungkook murmured, lifting him into his lap carefully. The baby-like regression made Hoseok smaller in his arms, and Jungkook's hands held him with tender precision. "I've got you. We've got you. All of us."
Jimin hovered close, glancing toward the windows. "They're coming. But nothing will touch him—not while we're here."
Yoongi stood by the balcony door, eyes sharp, body coiled like a spring. "Everyone stay alert. But Hoseok… stay safe. Stay small. Stay ours."
Hoseok clung to Jungkook's chest, tiny hands fisting against the soft fabric. His eyes were wide and innocent, almost terrified, but the warmth from the six men surrounding him—each alpha exuding power, but soft and gentle toward him—made the fear manageable.
Taehyung nuzzled his cheek. "See? You're safe. You're ours. That's all you need."
Jin crouched dramatically beside the pair. "Observe, dear Hoseok, the alpha protectors in their natural habitat. Nothing touches you while we're here!"
Hoseok let out a small giggle through his tears, thumb still in his mouth. "I… I… don't want them… hurt…"
"You're not hurt," Namjoon reassured, voice calm but commanding. "We'll handle everything. You just… exist. That's enough."
The alphas moved in perfect sync. Jungkook carried Hoseok to the corner of the penthouse where they had created a small, safe haven filled with blankets, plush toys, and soft lights. There, Hoseok could regress fully without fear.
"See?" Jimin whispered, pressing a soft kiss to Hoseok's temple. "This is your safe space. Our safe little one."
Hoseok clung to his bear and whispered incomprehensible babbles, three-year-old phrases mixed with coos, letting his small self emerge fully. The six alphas took turns ensuring he felt loved, safe, and cherished, their touches gentle but possessive, their gazes soft but unyielding.
"You're ours," Jungkook murmured again, voice low and protective. "Always. Little Hoseok. Forever."
"And we love you," Namjoon added, lips brushing Hoseok's hair. "No matter how small. No matter how regressed. Every part of you is precious."
Taehyung, playful as ever, leaned against Hoseok's back. "And don't think you're getting away from cuddles. We're all yours."
Yoongi smirked lightly, though his eyes glimmered with affection. "Gravity maintained. All six of us, orbiting around our tiny, perfect little one."
Jin waved dramatically. "And eternal drama!"
Hoseok giggled softly, thumb in his mouth, tiny hands gripping the plush rabbit. "I… I… love… you… all…"
"Yes," Jungkook whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "And we love you. Completely. Infinitely."
Even as sirens wailed and danger loomed outside, Hoseok felt safe. Safe in the lap of six powerful, dangerous men who adored him. Safe in their unwavering protection. Safe in the warmth of their shared love, both gentle and possessive, firm and tender.
The storm outside could rage on, the city could try to break them, rivals could come with weapons and malice—but here, in the penthouse, Hoseok's little world existed untouched. And for now, that was enough.
He closed his eyes, letting himself regress fully, small and soft, surrounded by six hearts that would protect, love, and adore him no matter what.
The alphas watched over him silently, each placing a hand on him at least once, murmuring soft words, pressing gentle kisses, and promising—silently, fiercely—that nothing would ever harm their little one.
And in that moment, with rain pounding, city lights reflecting, and sirens wailing far below, Hoseok understood something he had never felt before: he was loved. Fully. Completely. By all six of them.