DADDY ISSUES | JM

16: i love you.

your name

Jimin holds my hand while I'm holding onto my giraffe with the other one. My eyes are kept on the ground as we're walking back to the dwelling house. My feelings took over me and I couldn't help but run out and be in tears. I kinda expected Daddy Jimin to search for me but I also kinda didn't. I'm not used to people caring for my feelings but he proved me otherwise.

I know that I'm dumb and also naive, but I also know now that Jimin would never use me because of those imperfections and I also try to become a big mature, from time to time. He was there for me even though I pushed him away a few times. He still holds my hand and leads me back home.

Daddy Jimin is such a kind-hearted person and I think about apologizing to him because of my actions and how disrespectful I was even though he just wants the best for me.

Thinking back to what he said in his bedroom still wounds my heart. It just starts to feel heavy, knowing that Daddy Jimin doesn't want to make love to me. It makes me want to get in my bed and hide under the blanket while I cry myself to sleep.

I lift my head to look at his perfect, beautiful side profile. His jawline is so sharp and perfectly defined. His eyes are focused in one direction while I stare at him, admiring his beauty. I feel like crying again. I just want to hug him and be with him for the rest of my life. I don't want to lose him.

He's the best thing that ever happened to me.

I'd do anything for him to keep me safe and protect me. Protect me from all the people who hurt me and made fun of me. Protect me from my mother. Daddy Jimin means the whole world to me. He's the first man that cares for me.

"Get in, Baby," I step inside the interior before Jimin also enters the large house. I already feel so comfortable in this big dwelling house even though it's only been a few days.

Daddy Jimin takes my hand back in his as we go up the long stairs. Daddy Jimin's house looks so noble and cozy at the same time. We pass the nursery and I frown. I actually planned to sleep and I always sleep in Sona's room, but Daddy Jimin suddenly guides us to his large bedroom and opens the door.

We both enter and he lets go of my hand before slowly closing the door behind him. I rub my eye, feeling tired. "Daddy, am I here?" I ask and pout. Daddy Jimin walks towards the wardrobe and takes out a pair of black sweatpants that match the color of his shirt. He places the folded piece under his armpit and turns to me, cupping my face.

"You're going to sleep with me today," He says and my eyes widen, and a blush creeps up my cheeks. I feel so happy right now. I've always wanted to sleep with him in the same bed only to feel his presence beside me. I love it when he's near me. Daddy Jimin is my safe place. "Re-Really?" I stutter, not believing his words. He gifts me a soft smile and my stomach tingles at the joy.

"Yay!" I jump and get in the bed and hide under the thick white blanket. I smile while Daddy Jimin giggles. "I'll be right back, Baby," He utters and I only hear the door closing again. I'm so excited. I want to just cling to him the whole night. I know that I'll sleep even better when he's holding me.

The door opens, revealing Daddy Jimin in his sweatpants and in the black shirt as he's walking to the other side of the bed. This is the first time I'm sleeping beside him in his bed. I definitely like the material more than the bed in Sona's room. The blanket is so warm and the pillows are so huge and soft.

Daddy Jimin lifts the blanket up and also gets inside, sitting right next to me. My heart beats fast because of how close we are. I love the way he smells. His scent is a mix of peach and nectarine, it smells so good.

Daddy Jimin hugs me over my shoulder as his head rests against the headboard and he's pulling me closer to him, my head against his clothed chest. I feel so comfortable and safe in his embrace. I could stay in his arms for the rest of my entire life and I wouldn't regret it at all.

He then takes a small remote from the nightstand next to the bed and pushes a button before the lights turn off and the room becomes pitch black. I nuzzle my face in his chest, trying to get closer to him and he chuckles, caressing me. "Are you being cute?" He asks me and I can sense him smiling. I giggle. "Y-Yes," I answer and turn my face back to the ceiling.

"My cute girl," He places a small kiss on the top of my head and the butterflies in my stomach become insane. My heart flutters and makes a salto and my cheeks feel warm. His kisses make me feel so happy and loved. "Daddy?" He hums in response.

I'm so unsure of what he's going to say. But I want to, so I'm going to tell him that I love him. And also that I'm grateful to have him in my life. I'll apologize as well for throwing a tantrum out there, but I must admit, I didn't overreact.

I just became sad about what he said.

Thinking back about what came out of his mouth shatters my heart into millions of pieces, but I just push away these awful and desolating thoughts. They just hurt me and I hate getting hurt.

"Daddy, I..." I trail off, feeling a bit nervous. "I love you, Daddy," I add and he continues stroking me. My heart beats faster at the confession I just made and because of the anxiety I feel.

"I love you too, little one," My eyes widen at this answer. Tears burn down my cheeks and I immediately sit up and bury my face in my knees, hugging them. I honestly expected him to bid goodnight to me and tell me I should sleep, but on the other thought, I still hoped for him to also return my confession.

"Baby, why are you crying?" He sounds worried and turns me to him and I instantly snake my arms around his neck, getting on his lap and my face buried in his neck. I sob and sob while he's rubbing my back. "Baby girl..." I pull my face from his neck and look at him with teary eyes, pouting. "T-Thank you, Da-Daddy," I stutter and place my chin on his shoulder as he's caressing the back of my head and chortles. "And I'm s-sorry I was b-bad earlier," I apologize through my cries, trying to stop.

"Oh my god, baby. It's okay and not your fault," He says and hugs me tighter. "Daddy was the bad one, remember? He said things which hurt you and he shouldn't have said those things to his princess," I sniff and he pulls me back with his arms on mine and wipes away my tears.

"My beautiful little girl,"