Call Me Daddy

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Yoongi POV:

As Jungkook dragged me out of the cafe, I huffed and started to drag me feet. I was not happy with his behavior and if having to be a brat makes him notice then I was going to be a brat. even if it got me a bruised ass. I refuse to have a sore ass. 

You know you wouldn't refuse him. Don't lie to yourself

Stupid sub-conscious...

I heard that

Of course you did. YOUR MY SUB-CONSCIOUS!

Touchy...chill...oh yeah and watch out for that wall in front of you

What wall ar-

I was pulled out of my thoughts with a harsh hit to the head by the wretched creation we call walls. 

"Fuck a bitch in the ass, that fucking hurts..."I whimper, holding my head.

Suddenly I hear a laugh in front of me then a thump. I look up and see Jungkook rolling on the floor laughing his ass off as if his precious baby boy, his boyfriend, his hyung, didn't just hurt himself and could possibly have a concussion.

"Wow, way to be so caring to your baby boy.."the sarcasm was strong with this one and he picked that up right away.

Jungkook sobered up and walked over to me. Once he was in front of me, he swatted my hand away and look at the injury himself. 

Trying to stiffle a laugh he says,"Yoongi,baby boy, it's just a small scratch. You don't even need a band-aid."

I pout at his teasing and puff out my cheeks.

"Since your being a mean dadd- person, I want to go to the park."I blush, knowing i almost just spoke the unspeakable word.

He grins noticing my mistake and nods,"sure baby."