DADDY ISSUES | JM

21: shameless.

your name

We're walking toward the escalator that leads us to the food court Daddy Jimin told me about. I sigh, he's holding my hand and holds a bag with my hoodie inside in the other hand. My cheeks are tinted red and feel so hot and I can't progress what just happened in the changing cabin.

I never expected that to happen today, Daddy Jimin made me feel so good and teased me so much and I also hope I pleased him too. I do. I sometimes feel unsure about the talents I have when it comes to sexual activity, I mean, I never really had Sex, I never had any contact with any other males.

Daddy Jimin is the only man who touched me like this and the only man I touched like this. I lift my head while the escalator guides us further to the upper floor of the mall.

He's so perfect.

He's just so perfect and I'm nothing compared to him.

I still don't understand why he wants to be with me. I'm so much younger and immature, not the prettiest and he's the total opposite. He's the definition of perfect.

I sigh again and look down at the metal stairs and we finally arrive at the food court as Daddy Jimin pulls on my hand, we're heading through the whole court. I look at my surroundings, only to be greeted by almost over 50 restaurants and they are crowded and look expensive.

I view all the people talking to their friends my age, laughing and having fun. Or also with their families and I honestly envy them so much.

I look down again while we're still walking. I feel kinda sad. I feel so weird and insecure.

I lift my eyes, meeting up with another few pairs of eyes. They're all filled with disgust and jealousy. Is it because of Daddy Jimin? I immediately hide behind Daddy Jimin's back, scared. I hate these kinds of looks, they are so mean and rude. Why can't people just be a little kind and have some mercy?

I feel kinda attached to the teenage girls around my age and get closer to Jimin as my nose touches his muscular clothed back, catching his attention.

"Baby doll, what are you doing?" His voice chimes and he turns around, we both stop walking. I look up at him, wanting to cry. I pout and fiddle around with my fingers. "D-Daddy, I want to go home," I stutter and look down, sad.

I hear him sigh and he takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, making me look at him again while he notices the girls looking at us. I also turn around, glancing at them. I gulp and turn around, my eyes fixated on Daddy Jimin's chest.

"You got a problem?" He asks them and I don't budge. "Hm?" He asks once again and I sense someone approaching us. I turn around and instantly again hide behind Daddy Jimin, still peeking.

The woman must be the mother of a few girls as she looks older and wears not-so-modern clothes. She also has lots of wrinkles and blonde straight hair while her whole face is covered in makeup.

Clown.

"Are you her father? She looks way too young to be touched like that by someone as old as you," She speaks up after stopping in front of us, basically Daddy Jimin.

I hold onto his back, feeling worried. "How do you know how old I am and how old she is? You don't know a single thing about us so I suggest you mind your own business and teach your daughters some manners. That'd be mature, right?"

The woman scoffs. "Excuse me?" She begins. "Have a nice day," Daddy Jimin turns his body and takes my hand in his as we're walking away from her.

"Don't ever let someone bring you down, Y/n," He says and pulls me closer. I nod in agreement. I really should start defending myself.

"I'm sorry," I pout, almost on the verge of crying. "Don't apologize, doll," He says and we finally stop in front of a restaurant, JC Jin Chicken.

My mouth forms into an 'O' shape while I look at the huge title. There's a chicken between the JC and Jin. It looks funny and cute, which distracts me in no time from my negative thoughts.

I hear Daddy Jimin giggling at my reaction and we head inside. I notice that the restaurant is empty.

Weird.

Is the chicken here that bad? I didn't notice it was empty before. I suddenly get caught off in my thoughts as Daddy Jimin suddenly lets go of my hand and walks towards a guy who's leaning against the clear counter.

"Sup' Mr. Park," The brown-haired guy greets Daddy Jimin while he's walking towards the unknown man but I don't move, feeling kinda shy as I'm hiding my hands behind my back.

"Alex," I hear Daddy Jimin say to him and he stops in front of him. I take a few steps toward the two men, keeping my distance. "I heard you reserved the whole restaurant," The guy I assume is Alex replies. I face Jimin's back and approach it, hiding as my face starts heating up.

Why am I so flustered?

"Yeah, for me and my little girl," Daddy Jimin responds, making me grip his blouse and look down. "Little girl?" Alex questions.

Daddy Jimin moves away from me out of a blue, I lift my head and look at him. He has brown full hair that looks so fluffy, brown eyes, and wears a white shirt with a chicken tinted on it.

Cute.

"Little girl? She your daughter or sum?" He asks, making my eyes widen and I instantly hold onto Daddy Jimin's arm. Alex looks at me up and down. "Stop joking around you brat," Daddy Jimin says and notices him staring at me. "And stop staring at her like that, you jerk," Alex just rolls his eyes and smirks at Jimin. "Take a seat,"

Daddy Jimin and I approach a table and sit down in front of each other, as I'm still progressing with what just happened.

A guy never checked me out like that and that Alex guy doesn't look that old, he must be around 20 years old. He looks young. And he's handsome. But not as handsome as Daddy Jimin of course.

What am I even thinking? I'm so ridiculous. I glance over at the counter, watching Alex putting food on a plate and his eyes suddenly lock in mine. Immediately look away, blushing. "Doll, are you okay? Are you having a fever?" My eyes abruptly meet with Daddy Jimin's face as he palms my forehead, getting me more nervous. "N-No, Daddy. I'm Fi-Fine," I stutter, feeling ashamed of what I was thinking just now.

Alex only looked at me and I was getting all shy. I mean, is this even my fault? I never really talked to guys my age. They are all so mean. Daddy Jimin pulls away back his hand. I feel so guilty and sad. I shouldn't be thinking this way or am I just overreacting? I don't know.

Daddy Jimin gave me a home to live in and he saved me. I owe him everything. He treats me like an actual princess even though he barely knows me, I'm just being awful. I hate myself.

I hear him sigh after I cross my arms over the table and rest the side of my face on it, looking at the entrance of the FastFood restaurant. "I'll use the restroom, I'll be right back," Is the only thing I hear the older male say as he walks towards the exit and leaves JC Jin Chicken.

I sigh.

"Shouldn't you be here with someone around your age?" I hear a familiar voice appearing making me sit up straight again. Alex sits in front of me, a towel on his shoulder and he looks kinda sweaty.

God.

I gulp down my saliva and look down at the brown table while my heart pounds fast against my chest. "W-What?" I look at him, shy. "What's your name, baby girl?" He asks me, raising his brows.

Should I reply to his question or tell him to leave me alone?

Am I being unloyal right now?

I don't know what to do.

"I don't think that's any of your business, Alex," Both of us look at the person the voice belongs to and my body feels cold as I look into Daddy Jimin's eyes which are filled with anger. "Y/n, out. Now," He demands. I don't move, but my eyes switch from Daddy Jimin to Alex. "Now," I pout and stand up, tears filling my eyes.

I'm screwed.