DADDY ISSUES | JM

6: ma colombe.

park jimin

I'm currently in my bedroom, while I'm holding my phone onto my ear, waiting for Yujin to pick up the call. I won't go to that damn celebration. How can I choose him over Y/n? I can't. It's her birthday today and I even forgot about that because of his party. But I'm going to turn him down and not go to his new club. Y/n is someone special. Someone really special and someone close to me and she doesn't even know that herself, which should stay like this until she can trust me to the fullest. I can't tell her the truth now. It's too early. But I shouldn't tell her too late either.

I sigh as Yujin doesn't pick up the phone and decide to text him and tell him that I won't come. I still need to spend time with Y/n. I even bought her a Benjamin the Elephant cake a few days ago. I throw my phone on my bed and close the door behind me after exiting the room and make my way to the bathroom.

I open the door to the bathroom, only to see Y/n playing with the water. She looks at me as she notices me entering, but she doesn't look like she used to an hour ago. She seems so sad. But I can't blame her.

I close the door and approach her as I take the pink packet of shampoo in my hand and open the bottle, squeezing some of the liquid on my left hand. "What's with that face, Little One," I ask her and start caressing and massaging her hair to clean her up. She hums. "Talk to Daddy," I softly say.

"I-It's a special day today actually," I keep on spreading the shampoo through her hair, wanting her to continue but she stops talking, making me feel some type of pain in my chest. "What kind of special day is it, hm?" I ask her. "It's my birthday," My lips turn into a soft smile at her reply. "My eighteenth birthday," She adds and looks down.

I finish drying her hair after I washed her, as she's in a bathrobe and we're in front of the sink. I turn off the dryer and place it on the dark-brown shelf next to the mirror above the sink. "Get in your room, Doll. I want you to put on the pajamas I put on the bed, okay?" I say and she pouts as she turns around and nods, obedient.

Even though it's already late at night, almost 10 PM, I still want to make her happy on her birthday. She turned 18 today and girls her age usually party in a huge room with lots of music and people. But her birthday was miserable. My heart aches, looking back at the past. I could have cried too when I saw her on the streets, screaming her lungs out.

I felt so bad for her. And I somehow saw myself in her position. She was broken. And she still is broken, I mean, why would she even come here with me? I wouldn't have done that if I were her. I could be a serial killer but she still didn't care and held my hand to lead her to my car.

I'm so proud of her. She's such a strong girl and she needed so much love in her life. I'm going to give her that kind of love until the day I die. I hope I can just make her feel complete and spoil her with amazing things, even with small gestures. I'm definitely going to take her out tomorrow when I'm back from work.

I can't wait to see her smiling and laughing. That's my only goal in this life. I could tear up at my thoughts.

I head downstairs and get into the kitchen. I open the fridge and search for the Benjamin Blossom cake I stored inside. I finally find what I searched for and put it on the counter after closing the refrigerator. I get the cake out of the box and put plates and utensils out of the drawer. I hope I'll make her happy. I place the cake on a cake topper and bring all the things into the living room and put them on the table, hoping to make her happy with what I have planned for her.

I smile to myself as I look at the table. She'll definitely be clinging to me after this the whole time. I go up the stairs and knock on the door, excitement fills me up, but I'm trying to keep my face chill to not spoil anything.

"Y-Yes," I hear her loveable voice from the other side and push the door open, only to see her on the bed, in the rouge-colored and heart-printed pajamas. my eyes soften at the sight of her looking all adorable in the clothes I picked out for her to wear to sleep. She even attached her pigtail into a low bun which makes her even look cuter with her rosy cheeks.

My little girl.

I approach her and sit down next to her on the neat bed, as I palm her small waist and make her sit on my lap. I slowly place soft kisses on her neck, wanting to make her feel comfortable and warm. Not only that but also want her to know that she's loved. So much and she doesn't even know how much. She turns around and wraps her arms around my neck as she squeezes her face in my neck, being all cuddly and clingy. I chuckle at her action.

"Daddy Jimin?" She speaks up and I hum in response as I stroke her back, slowly. "How long are you letting me stay here?" She asks me, making my heart melt at her question and how sad yet precious she sounds. But the fact that she thinks I'm gonna kick her out someday makes my heart ache. I pull her closer.

"Forever and for as long as you want to stay here, my love," I respond in a calm voice.

Silent fills up the room after I answer her question. I take the chance and speak up again.

"How about we go downstairs? Daddy has there something for you,"