❝Allow me to get in between your legs and tell each of your children how much of a good dad you are.❞
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Men who are younger than you? No. Men who are older than you? Maybe. A former fuckboy who is now a single father of two, has intense prejudice...
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Raemi's point of view
The irritating beeping sound of my ring tone felt like hammer bashes on my skull. I groaned, and turned away my head, covering it with my pillow hoping that it would stop ringing— but no. It had to ring continuously, and on top, it was fucking vibrating. The vibration sent directly to my brain, making me go feral. I screamed in the pillow, trying to reach for my phone to hang up the call but it was of no use.
I took a huge sigh, I was about to wake up and hang up the call but suddenly it stopped. I sighed and felt relieved, going back to sleep. I smiled as I once again felt comfortable under the sheets. The bed felt so comfortable, it was warm and soft. And the thick duvet around me kept me warm enough, not too hot or not too cold. It was perfect. Everything was now good since the phone call stopped, it was a sign for me to sleep for a couple of more hours. I smiled and was about to drift in the dream lan when the phone rang loudly, making me jerk open my eyes.
I screamed and lunged at my phone, immediately hanging up the phone. I didn't even check the number or contact. I gripped my phone, resisting the urge to throw it somewhere across the room was too much but I controlled myself. I couldn't afford throwing my phone like this. I flopped it somewhere in the bed and laid down again.
I sighed, and soon that sigh turned into a cry when my head throbbed painfully. It hurt like a bitch, how much did I drink last night. My eyes widened and my hands frantically touched my body, checking if I still had my clothes. I let out a long breath of relief when I saw I was wearing clothes from last night. I looked around, and found myself in my room. My eyebrows creased, I tried hard but I couldn't remember a single thing from last night, or how I reached my room. I didn't think much about it, it was probably Jungkook.
Who else could tuck me in bed so nicely?
My eyes widened— oh shit! Jimin would be so pissed. I could already imagine his sour face, and the scary look in his eyes as if he would serve me raw chicken and molded bread for lunch. I could imagine him— so vividly.
"Ms. Kim." His tone was full of menace and anger as he gave a loud blow to the cutting board with a cleaver, slicing the chicken. He looked at me, who was tied to a chair. "What did you do wrong?" He asked as he picked a couple pieces of moldy bread. My eyes widened, I tried to scream as he walked to with a plate full of raw chicken and stale bread. The bread was so green, it had its own ecosystem.
"I'll help you remember. You broke the rule!" He smiled like a maniac, showing his sharp pointy teeth. "You came home drunk." His voice became demonic as he slowly approached the duct tape on my mouth. My eyes widened and I shook my head, pleasing him with my eyes. As soon as he removed the duct tape from my mouth, I screamed. But he took this as an opportunity and shoved the piece of raw chicken and bread in my mouth.
My mouth widened, my face churned in disgust and I was about to throw up but before I did he snapped his fingers, and suddenly my jaw was grabbed by four small hands. I looked beside me to find his kids, and screamed when they began to move my jaw, somehow making me chew the food. I screamed in horror when I saw the father and kids trio dancing around me on demonic songs while chanting.
