Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

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Joon heard his footsteps. Jimin's office wasn't that far from the living room since all of them were on the first floor. "Baby?" he asked as he hovered above her.

Her head shot up, and she happily screamed and then launched herself at him. It caught him so off guard that he fell back with her on top of him. She thought it was hilarious, though. She laughed and squirmed on his lap, and Joon saw his face. Jimin was currently going through what he'd gone through earlier.

He grabbed her hips to try and keep her still, "Baby girl, be still, please."

"Okay," she said, closing her eyes and basically turning into a statue. It was so adorable that it made all three of them laugh. "Better, Daddy?" She peeked one eye open to look at him.

His teeth were clenched, "sorta," he mumbled. He sat up, and they were face to face. "Why were you crying for me?"

"I heard you, but I couldn't see you. Daddy, were you playing hide-and-seek without me?" Her arms were crossed over her chest, and she was pouting. Before he could even answer, she stood up and stomped away from him. She ran to Yoongi and wrapped her arms around his waist. They could hear her sniffling.

"What's wrong, baby?"

She looked at him with her red, runny nose, "Daddy played without me; Daddy is mean."

Yoongi and Joon laughed, "I think we should punish Daddy Jimin for playing without you. What do you think?" She cried out a yes, and Yoongi and Joon looked at each other and grinned.

"The fuck you will..."

"Bad word, Daddy." She looked at Joon. "Daddy needs a spanking. He played without me, and he said a bad word."

He nodded his head like he was thinking about it, "I think you are right baby girl, Daddy Jimin does deserve a spanking for that. Go get him, and we can punish him."

She walked over to Jimin, and he started walking back away from her. He probably would have made it if he hadn't run into a wall of chest that was Jungkook with Tae right beside him. "Oh no, you don't, Daddy Jimin," Jungkook said mockingly.

"You spank baby girl for being bad; it's only right that she gets to spank you for being bad."

He turned around and glared at Tae, "I'm going to murder you later," he gritted out before Abi grabbed his hand.

She dragged him over towards Joon; she was asking for help, they could tell. "I'll get him situated, and then you can spank him five times, okay baby?"

"Okay, Daddy."

"I'm not doing this, Joon," he whispered to the older.

"Oh, but you are Jimin. Do this for her. It's not like it's going to hurt."

He sighed, and Joon smirked, "Fine, but if she can punish me, that means she can punish you guys too. And I hate all of you." By now, everyone was in the living room to watch their baby girl spank their fearless leader, and Joon saw that Yoongi and Jungkook had their phones out to record the evidence of this miracle.

He'd never let any of the other littles they'd had get away with this; he must love Abi. Joon got him bent over the side of the couch, and then he pulled Abi over so she could spank Jimin. "Count Daddy." She said much like he told her a few days ago when he spanked her.

He rolled his eyes, "Okay, baby, I'll count." She smacked him, and she hit him harder than Joon thought she would or could. He didn't count, and it made her mad.

She stomped her foot and started whining, "Daddy.."

"One, sorry baby, you just hit Daddy harder than he expected."

She showed off her muscles, "Abi is strong Daddy." It made all of them chuckle.

"You sure are, baby." She hit him again, and he groaned out two. He made it to five, and Joon was pretty sure that she would have been tossed out after that stunt if she wasn't his favorite little. She patted his bottom like they do for her after they spank her, and then she leaned over and kissed his forehead.

"Good Daddy," she whispered as she petted his hair softly.

Joon leaned over and looked at Yoongi. "She's doing what we do to her like I'm not crazy, right?"

"No, you aren't. I always pat her bottom after I spank her, and I know Jin pets her hair and kisses her forehead."

Joon breathed and smiled so wide, "That's adorable."

Jimin snorted, "It would be if my ass weren't on fire."

She walked back around and put her face right next to his ass; she reached over and poked it. "Daddy, no, it's not, and that's a bad word." Then she smacked him one more time. She ran off and launched into Jin's arms when Jimin whipped around. "Daddy, is the cake done?"

Jin kissed her forehead, "It sure is, baby. Let's go get you a piece, and then Daddy Yoongi will give you your bath." He walked off into the kitchen with her in his arms.

Jimin spun around and looked at Joon and Yoongi, "I'm not sure I like her being little."

Yoongi snorted, "You love brats just as much as I do."

Jin sat her in her highchair as he cut her a chocolate cake with strawberries. She was clapping her hands and wiggling in her seat. "Do you want Daddy to feed you, or will you feed yourself?"

"Daddy, do it, please."

"Of course, baby, Daddy loves feeding you."

"Daddy, can I have pink milk?"

Jin cocked his head to the side; pink milk? What the hell is pink milk? Then he looked at the strawberries and realized she meant strawberry milk. "Of course, let me make you some. Bottle, or can you take a sippy cup?"

She pouted. He knew she wanted a bottle, but she wanted him to give it to her, and she couldn't have that and cake. "Cup," she sighed.

He kissed her forehead, "I'll make you a deal. If you eat your cake and drink out of your cup, then Daddy will give you another bottle before Daddy Yoongi gives you your bath. How is that?"