Daddy issues

one.

Taehyung have what we commonly call « daddy issues ». He has been living with it since God knows when. And now, seventeen and all his teeth, he couldn't help but blush and squish his legs together every time an older man would praise him.

But it was just another, way more higher level with Mr. Jeon.

Mr. Jeon was Taehyung's best friend's adoptive slash step-father. For the short story, Mr Jeon or Jeongguk, married Jimin's mother two years ago. Unfortunately or fortunately, they divorced only after a year of relationship because of her lying, and cheating habits.

And despite the fact that she was a gold digger, she also was Jimin's biggest bully, being verbally and sometimes even physically abusive.

So it wasn't much of a surprise when Jeongguk got full custody of the now seventeen years old boy when they divorced. Jimin was fifteen back then.

"Tae! Hurry dad's here already." Jimin whined loudly, standing beside the open door of the driver seat. The man inside chuckled when the teenager leaned over the steer wheel and pressed repeatedly on the klaxon, startling the few people around and especially the petite brunette standing about thirty feets away from them.

Perhaps, he didn't know why he was blushing the most. Maybe because of the guy standing in front of him and apparently asking him out, or the fact that his best friend was creating a ruckus in the high school parking lot.

"I- I have to go jiminie is waiting for me-" he tried but the much taller boy softly grabbed him by his thin arms.

"Tae please listen- I just want-" the taller said, plead laced in his voice.

"I-"

"Taehyung." A voice called, a simple couple of syllables that made his heart race, knowing the mouth from where it came from.

The pink coat covering his bread cheeks increased when he turned around and took notice of the fitting suit the man was wearing.

"Mr. Jeon." He squeaked. A tight lipped smile was tugging on the corner of the raven haired male's mouth.

"We have to go now. Is your...friend coming along, too?" he asked, not sparing a glance at the boy standing next to Taehyung.

The younger gaze shifted between Jeongguk's patient expression, Jimin proud yet wicked grin and Seojoon silently pleading face while fiddling with his sweater paws.

"No, he doesn't." he finally said, softly, making the much older man quietly nod. He extended his hand.

"Okay. Should we get going now?" the man asked, waiting for Taehyung to take his hand which the shorter gladly did, shyly intertwining his dainty fingers with Jeongguk's much bigger ones, while waving a small goodbye to Seojoon who released a frustrated sigh but soon frowned when he noticed a subtle smirk on Jeongguk's lips.