My little Puppy

Chapter 1

Jimin POV

I woke on a bed in a pastel colored room. I sat up and grabbed my head. I had a headache. Stupid drugs. I managed to calm down enough to look around my room. The room was full of childish toys and coloring books. Stuffies took up one shelf on the other side of my room. A pile of blankets, probably a fort, took up one corner. Basically a child's paradise. I got up and tried to open the door. Nothing, it was locked. I tried the window. It was locked as well. I sat down on the bed, frustrated, and ran a hand through my bright orange hair. Suddenly the door opened. "Oh. You're awake.", said a familiar voice. My kidnapper. I looked up and saw a tall man with pink hair. The man walked in and calmly sat next to me. I tensed up. "So I guess you slept well. Now how about we go down for breakfast?", the man asked. OH HELL NO! This man kidnapped me and he was acting like it was normal. The man tried to touch me, but I shied away from him. "Come on Puppy. Be a good boy." I shook my head furiously. The man snatched me and I thrashed in his arms, but he had an iron grip on me. I had given up most of the fight when we arrived downstairs, I had to save my energy. Five other people were sitting at the dining table. Two of them were dressed in onesies and held sippy cups. One had raven black hair and held a bunny stuffie close. The other across the table had a lion plushie and was getting his mouth wiped by the person next to him. The pink haired man sat down with me in his lap. Immediately all eyes were on me. I realized what position I was in. "No Puppy. You're too little to sit by yourself.", said the pink haired male. "Please, let's introduce ourselves.", said a pale skinned mint haired male. The male at the head of the table stood up. "I am Seokjin. But you can call me Jin-hyung. Or Mama." That sounded right, motherly vibes came off of him. The pale skinned male stood up next. "The names Yoongi kid. You can call me grandpa if you want." A smiling male stood up next and he flashed that smile at me. Wow. Creepy much. How can someone be so happy?! "The names Hoseok. But you can call me Hobi.", he said winking at me. The two who had blankets and looked like children stood up. The one with the lion plushie spoke up first. "I am Taehyung. But I like to be called TaeTae." The raven haired one spoke last, "Hello. I am Jungkook. You can call me Kookie.", they all sat down, then I realized the one holding me didn't say anything. "What's your name?", I said poking him, annoyed. "That doesn't matter because you will never use it. Call me Daddy.", the pink haired male said. I pouted and bounced on his lap. Frustrated when he didn't respond, I huffed and just sat there, thinking of a way to escape. "Namjoon. You made a good choice with that one. Just look at him. He screams little.", said Yoongi. The man holding me, Namjoon, hummed and adjusted his hold on me to where I was facing the others, but my left side was against him. He cut up the pancakes and stabbed a piece. He held it up to me. This psycho was trying to feed me! WHAT AM I?! THREE! I am a grown man! WTF?! I shook my head and Namjoon sighed. I wouldn't let him feed me. What the Hell?! Namjoon adjusted his hold on me as he kept trying to feed me. Suddenly he dug his hands into my side, bruising my ribcage. I cried out and Namjoon shoved the pancake down my throat. I choked and tears gathered in my eyes. I managed to swallow, but I was thirsty. Namjoon grabbed something from Jin. He held it up. A sippy cup! No. Oh god no! What did I do to deserve this! Namjoon put it up to my lips but I closed them tight. Namjoon's hands dug their way into my sides again and I whimpered. "Stop being a disobedient pup. Drink your milk.", Namjoon hissed in my ear. I whined and shook my head, knocking the sippy cup out of Namjoon's hand. The sippy cup clattered to the floor and the contents spilled. I looked up at Namjoon, who was expressionless. I had fucked up. Majorly. Namjoon quickly snapped and carried me upstairs over his shoulder. I kicked and punched at his back, but Namjoon paid it no mind. He threw me down on the bed and snarled. He paced the room a few times before hitting the wall. "Why do you always have to be a disobedient little pup?! I took you in. Gave you a home. Offered love and family. This is how I get treated. You're getting punished little pup. I think about ten smacks might do it." Namjoon sat on the bed and pulled me over his lap. He pinned me with his elbows and grabbed the back of my neck, giving it a harsh tug. I yipped and Namjoon smirked. "Maybe you will learn your lesson." Namjoon raised his hand. "N-no. Please. I will be a good pup.", I whimpered. Namjoon brought his hand down on my ass. I didn't even bother to try to hold in my scream. Namjoon then waited about five seconds before hitting me again and again. Once he stopped after an impossibly long time, I was crying hard and my ass was bright red. Namjoon was careful to lay me down on my stomach and he gave me a kiss on the forehead. "Such a good pup. Taking your punishment. Now sleep puppy." I hadn't realized how tired I was, until my eyes drooped.