DADDY ISSUES | JM

22: regret.

My knees are shaking while I'm standing outside JC Jin Chicken as I'm looking through the transparent glass, viewing both Alex and Daddy Jimin, who seems furious at the moment. He looks so angry, pointing his index finger at the younger one who doesn't even seem to care. 

What was I even thinking? I was out of my mind. I'm just so dumb and ungrateful. No wonder no one liked me at my school. 

No wonder my mom never liked me. 

I feel so guilty and I regret what I was doing. I regret it so much and I wish I had just told Alex to leave me alone. I tried flirting with some guy around my age, even though I got Daddy Jimin. What has gotten into me? 

I sigh, pressing my brows together as I'm watching the scenario. Alex stands up as he tries to walk away, but Jimin holds him back as he pushes him. "I'm not done with you," I hear him say, making me flinch. He's so scary when he's angry. 

My eyes don't leave the two of them when Daddy Jimin suddenly points at me and keeps talking to Alex. Daddy Jimin must be cursing so much, it scares me. I take a few steps back. Daddy Jimin then suddenly walks to the exit, leaving the restaurant after a while. I gulp down my saliva and he approaches me. 

I can see that he's never been this angry before, but I don't blame him. Daddy Jimin saved me, yet I was begging for more. Not begging him but someone else. Another man who isn't Park Jimin. I would be angry as well if I were Daddy Jimin. 

Daddy Jimin takes a tight grip on my wrist, making me wince in pain but he ignores it as we walk in another direction. His hold gets tighter and tighter each second, hurting me even more and we stop in our tracks right in front of an elevator. 

My heart beats faster than before, I'm afraid of what's going to happen next. 

I've been hit before. 

The door slides open after he pushed a button. A few people walk out, leaving the room of the elevator empty and Jimin forces me inside, basically pushing me and the grip on my wrist is getting stronger as tears burn in my eyes. 

"D-Daddy, p-please stop..." I beg, my lips are trembling and my eyes are glossy while I look up at him. "Did I allow you to fucking speak?" He asks sternly, holding tighter onto my flesh. Ouch. 

I shake my head and look down at the floor, tears escaping my eyes and dropping down on the floor. Daddy Jimin drags me out of the elevator as soon as we arrive at the parking lot and he opens the passenger seat, basically throwing me inside and he finally lets go of my wrist. 

I look at the red spot, a shaky breath leaving my lips. I deserve this and I deserve so much more pain for being so unloyal. I'm miserable. Daddy Jimin puts on the seatbelt on me and slams the door shut harshly, making me flinch once again. 

He also gets inside the car and starts the engine, after closing the door and also putting on his seatbelt. I'm so scared of him right now. I view his side profile while he's focusing on the road as he clenches his jaw and I also notice his tight grip on the steering wheel, exposing his white knuckles. 

I feel so bad. 

I regret what I did. 

I close my eyes shut and tears roll down my cheeks. "I'm so-sorry, Daddy..." I apologize. "I didn't mean to-" He cuts me off. "Oh, baby. It's going to be all good as soon as we get home. Just do me a favor and keep your mouth shut. Fucking brat," He mumbles the last part. 

He's being so mean. I apologized but he's being so harsh. 

That's how he is. He can be aggressive. That's his personality trait and I can't just change that. He was being so sarcastic right now but he said that I'll be fine once we get home. I should worry much. 

"Out of the car," He bluntly speaks as soon as he parks in front of the dwelling house and not inside the garage. I wipe away my tears and slowly unbuckle my seatbelt when Daddy Jimin suddenly interrupts me and undoes the seatbelt for me. "You can't do even one thing right," He complains and I pout, trying not to burst out in tears again. 

We both get out of his Hyundai and he immediately takes my already bruised wrist back in his hand and drags me towards the front door. He opens it and we enter the interior, only for him to crouch down and take off my shoes, while I try to balance myself, palming his shoulder. He also takes off his and slips into his usual slippers and so do I in my panda ones. 

He takes a grip of my wrist again while I still wipe away my tears, using the back of my other hand. Daddy Jimin drags me upstairs and pushes me inside his huge bedroom and throws me in the bed, making it bounce. "Clothes off," He commands before he approaches his drawer. 

He's going to punish me again.