DADDY ISSUES | JM

18: brat.

I switch my gaze from Y/n to the picture I hold in my hands.

One look at what I'm holding and she'd freak out I know that and I know her. I don't want her to know about my past with her dad because I don't want to awaken that dark and sad past of hers. I want her to enjoy life from now on.

I still want her to grow up and get educated and also have fun. She just turned 18, she's a young adult whose mind is childish.

But that's not her fault. She was abused by her mother.

I slowly open the drawer again, starting to talk. "Darling, why are you awake?" I ask her, trying to distract her in a way.

"Y-You weren't beside me and I-I got worried..." She pouts and steps into the room but I close the drawer immediately after throwing in the photo book and approach Y/n, holding onto her shoulders.

"Baby, you can't enter this room, alright?" I tell her and lightly push her away before I turn to the door and lock it, making sure it's not opening, and turn back to her again.

I feel bad for doing this. I have no other choice though. "But why? I never went inside-" I cut her off. "No is no. You don't want to be punished again, do you?" Her eyes suddenly become glossy after what I said and she's pouting.

"I-I'm sorry I don't want to be p-punished again, Daddy..." She says. I gift her a small smile, feeling a bit tired. "Good girl," I say and take her hand in mine, rubbing it with my thumb.

"Let's get you to bed,"

"Daddy, your food is so good!" Y/n chimes as she's munching on the whipped strawberry sandwich I made for her. I smile at her cuteness. "You like it, hm?" She nods hastily. I took the day off today and thought about taking Y/n out.

I thought about buying Y/n a PlayStation since she's alone at home most of the time and she could kill boredom by playing video games. "Daddy prepared clothes for you, alright? They're on Sona's bed,"

Y/n swallows her food. "D-Daddy, we're going somewhere, right?" She asks, glimpsing at me with her big beautiful eyes. I chuckle. "Yes, darling," I respond and take a sip from my coffee. "Go get ready," I tell her after she finishes her breakfast and gulps down the orange juice. "Okay, Daddy!" She runs out of the kitchen and upstairs.

This is the first time Y/n and I will spend time outside together. I hope she'll have fun, I'm also planning on taking her to the amusement park when there's still some time left. I can't wait to hear her giggling and laughing. Seeing her smile is like peace to me. It is peace to me.

I get out of my bedroom after I got my keys and wallet and decide to head to Sona's room, which is now Y/n's room. I knock on the door and crack it open as I peek inside. "Baby, are you ready?" I see Y/n on the pink sheeted bed, holding a pink teddy bear.

My eyes move down to the clothes she's wearing.

Cute.

"Daddy!" She lifts her head as soon as she notices me standing behind the door and smiles happily.

She's wearing the denim pinafore dress and a soft-pink oversized t-shirt under it. She put her hair into a small low bun and wears red heart socks. She looks adorable.

I approach her and directly squeeze her soft cheeks. "Are you my baby?" I speak as if she's an actual 2-year-old. Y/n just giggles. I step away and hide my hands in my patched pockets. "Let's go, doll" She puts away the plushie and stands up. I take out one hand and forward it for her to take and she does as I want.

My eyes don't leave her baby face. She's an adult but looks like a child. She's so pure and innocent. Just like how I imagined before I even met her.

I open the door to the passenger seat and carefully lead her inside. She sits down before I reach out to put the seatbelt on her. I peck her forehead after as she giggles in a cute way.

I squeeze her left cheek before I slam the door shut and get to the other side.

I get inside the driver's seat and also put on my seatbelt before I push my car key inside the long-thin hole and start the engine.

"Daddy has a huge car!" Y/n acclaims and I look at her as I drive out of my garage. "You think so?" I chuckle and focus on the road after I finally made it to drive out.

"Yes!" She chimes. "I've never been inside a big car!" She adds and I can't help but smile at the way she talks. "Or inside any car..." She mutters, her mood changing from excited to sad.

I place my hand on her bare thigh while my other hand holds onto the black steering wheel of my grey Toyota.

"You've been in here once though, bub" I remind her. I take a glance at her. "Remember? It was on the day you met me and you fell asleep," I let out a small laugh and take my hand from her thigh, placing it on the steering wheel.

Y/n giggles again. "When I met you, Daddy? You're talking as if you've known me before I even met you," My heart skips a beat at the truth she's speaking without being aware of it.

Well fuck.

"Take out a lollipop in the glove compartment," I say, my eyes fixated on the road as I'm trying to quickly change the subject.

She does as I say and opens the small compartment. "Wow! There are lots of lollipops in here!" She joyfully echoes and takes out one. "You can have all of them if you behave well, baby girl," I say.

There's silence in the car between the two of us as Y/n is enjoying her lollipop. I turn on the radio and a random song starts playing.

"Daddy?" Y/n calls out in her feeble voice, catching my attention. "Yeah?" I turn the car to the right road and stop at the red traffic light.

"Why do you want me to call you Daddy?" The question caught me by surprise. I didn't expect her to ask that.

"Because I'm you're caretaker from now on," I easily respond. "Yeah, okay. But isn't there some specific reason?" She questions, getting me slightly annoyed.

What does she want to hear? "Well because-" She suddenly interrupts me. "Why did you even take me to your home? I mean-" Is she kidding me? She already knows the answer to that.

"Y/n, stop being an ungrateful brat and shut your mouth for a few minutes," I say sternly I can see her pouting from the corner of my eye, and she stops talking, for the rest of the ride.