DADDY ISSUES | JM

4: daddy.

park jimin

I feel her body getting lighter and lighter each second as I slowly put my hands on both her arms to pull her away to take a look at her. Her eyes are closed and her arms are still around me, hugging me and not seeming to want to let me go. I softly smile at her sleeping face. My heart melts and my eyes soften at her peaceful sight.

She looks adorable even when sleeping. Her day has been quite rough as well as her life. I don't want to imagine what she had to go through. I then take her in my arms, trying to be gentle as possible while keeping the thin yet warm blanket on her lap, as I carry her up the stairs, making sure to not make a sound on my way to the particular room.

I let out a small chuckle as she leans her face closer to my chest. I'm in awe. There are still so many things I have to teach her and so many things she still has to know about me and about my life. How can she trust someone to the fullest when not even knowing one thing about them? I want to make her trust me. I want my arms and my presence to make her feel at home. A place, you can go to any time. No matter the circumstances.

I push down the doorknob, using my elbow, and open the door, quietly. I enter the baby-pink-colored room. Nostalgia fills me up anytime I enter this room.

I approach the bed, the blanket, mattress, and pillow are also covered in baby pink, and many cute plushies are placed on it. I carry Y/n through the white canopy and carefully lie her down.

I sit down on the bed's edge, admiring her perfect and cute face. Her nose is perfectly made and her lips just look so irresistible. Her lashes have the perfect length and her cheeks are so squish-able.

I place my hand on her cheek, caressing it with my thumb, and push away the string of hair on her face, hiding it behind her ear, still looking at her. I take a deep breath. I can't hold myself back as I keep on gazing over her plump and red lips, which seem so pouty and pillow-soft when she's asleep.

I place my hand back on her cheek and slowly lean in as I close my eyes, placing my lips right on top of hers, a feeling I've never felt for a long time suddenly fills up my body. I don't want to stop. I then pull away, my eyes focusing on her lips and then on her eyelids.

She then flickers her eyes open as she looks at me, her hands making their way to the material of my white blouse. She tightly holds onto the material, as she comes closer to me. "Don't go..." She whispers in a tired voice, her eyes slowly closing again but trying to keep them open. I place my hand on her head. "Sleep well, my Princess," I peck her head one last time.

She's so beautiful and gets prettier every time I look at her. It's fascinating and unimaginable but her beauty just keeps on making me crazy. I'm glad I found her. I'm so happy I have everything I need to make her life better and to make her feel happy.

I feel happy when she feels happy. And I think that's the purest form of love. I take away the grey blanket from her small body and fold it as I hide it under my armpit I cover her with the thicker blanket as she stretches herself, getting in a comfortable position. I then walk to the door, but before I leave the room, I take a glance at her and close the door as light as I can, and let her sleep in peace.

After putting on a black New Brand Cotton Slim Fit Shirt and my black Mind Bridge JHI Tapered Elastic Crop Slack trousers I once again look at myself in the mirror and push up my sleeves. Yujin invited me to the bar he opened and wants to buy drinks. I'm actually not in the mood to do that, but I promised him to come since we haven't seen each other for a month now or something. I want to take Y/n with me, but she must be still asleep. It's been two hours now since the door she is in hasn't opened.

I head out of my bedroom and walk through the corridor as I open the door. Y/n is sitting at the edge of the bed, her hood over her head as rubs her eye with her fist. She looks adorable and innocent, it makes me want to rip off all her clothes and eat her up. But I'll have to save that for some other time. I approach her, only for her to call me by that name, unexpectedly.

"D-Daddy," She mumbles cutely, and I can feel my cock already hardening at the way she says it and that she actually calls me that. Fuck. Why the hell did it have to actually be now?