Our Baby Girl, Bangtan's Little

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Jimin is relatively sure that he's never been so pissed in his life. It only makes him even angrier; he's never cared about them sleeping with other people when they had a little before. So why was he so pissed right now? He kicked his office door open and used his Libra attitude to his advantage when needed.

"Look, I'm sorry, it won't happen again. I didn't realize that she'd want me that badly or that she'd kiss my boo-boos. There's nothing you can say that can make me feel worse than I do right now." Yoongi looked so sad and beaten down.

"She doesn't remember little space, and you better be thanking your lucky fucking stars for that right now." He glared at everyone but Jin and Joon, "If any of you fuckers have any hickeys where she could see them, cover them up. Abi may think they are boo-boos, but there's no way that Abigail would believe that."

He sat down in his chair, trying to rein in his anger, "I don't care what you idiots do in your free time, but if it upsets my baby girl, then I will punish you. Do I make myself clear?"

The four of them nodded without looking at him, "it was terrible. I kept thinking about Abigail."

Jimin scoffed at Jungkook, "Well, I'm sorry you didn't have a pleasant fuck. But my baby is upset, and I don't like it. Now leave me."

Abigail rolled over in her crib. She tried not to cry, but she knew what those boo-boos were. Was she not good enough for them? She was as trained as you could freaking get when it comes to pleasing men, and for the first time, she wanted to please her owners.

Yoongi must have heard her crying. She had her blanket over her head, and she thought that was enough to silence it, but she was doomed when it came to certain things. He was the last person she wanted to see right now. "Baby, do you need your diaper changed? Is that why you are crying?"

She shook her head under the blanket; she didn't want him to know she was out of little space. He reached down and lifted her into his arms, "Abigail, I'm sorry about earlier. I know you don't remember, but I made you cry, and I can't forgive myself for that. I promise it will never happen again."

"Okay," she whispered against his neck.

"There's still a bit of time before we get up. Do you want me to put you back to sleep, or do you want to come to sleep in my room?"

She wanted to go to his room, but he had been with another woman earlier. She couldn't answer, so she wrapped her arms around him, hoping he'd make the choice. And he did. He carried her to his room, laid them down, and pulled her to him so her head rested on his chest.

Abigail heard him sniffling, and she lifted her head to look at him. "Are you crying?"

"Sorry," he wiped his tears away. "Just go to sleep, Abigail; I'll be fine."

"Why are you crying, Yoongi?" He shook his head no and avoided looking at her.

"Does it have something to do with why I was upset earlier?" He nodded his head yes. "Want to tell me what you did?" This was his test; if he could tell her what he did, then she could trust him

"If I tell you, you are going to hate me."

"If you don't, I'll get mad, let my imagination run wild, and think worse. For instance, I think you were sleeping with another woman." His body froze, but she needed to push him. He rolled over, and his head was in her lap, full-on balling.

"Yoongi talk to me, contrary to popular belief I'm not a child."

"All of us want you so badly, but we'd never force you into anything. When you are little, you are super affectionate, like extremely touchy. It's not a bad thing at all; it's just that it has us all on edge. We are men, and we, uhh, have needs."

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, Yoongi, I'm aware of what men in their 20s get up to."

"I had to do something, but I already regretted it as soon as I started. Then Jimin sent me a video of you crying about me not being there and bathing you. I rushed home as fast as I could. But then you saw my hickeys, thought they were boo-boos, and kissed them better." 

He gulped a bit, "I thought Jimin was going to murder me, but there's nothing he could do to make me feel worse than I already did." He sat up and grabbed her hands, "I know you can't forgive me, but I promise I'll never do anything like that again."

"Yoongi we aren't in a relationship, I don't have some sort of claim over you." She wanted one, almost desperately.

"I'm your Daddy, and I upset my baby girl. Plus, I want to have a relationship with you," he whispered.

"You want to date me?"

He bit his lip. She'd never seen him look more vulnerable than he did right then. He's the scary one, the one who punishes her the most. But he also lets her give him a bubble beard and mohawk and is the first to laugh when she does something silly. "I do, we all do, if I'm being honest. We just know about your past, and we never wanted to push you or make you uncomfortable."

She snorted, "You guys put me in a fucking diaper and made me act like an infant. I said in the very beginning that I'd rather you just fuck me than make me do this shit."

"Do you hate it that much?"

"No, not anymore. I enjoy the freedom but do NOT tell Jimin about it. I'll die if he thinks he's won."