He Calls Me Daddy//yoonmin

∈ Chapter Four ∋

A/N
A Yoongi chapter maybe? Soon. Idk let me know people
Here's another chapter obvi
don't soil your panties
:) maybe there's smut ahead? No one knows.. (ew) the weekdays are here so I may be a little longer than just a day to update. Probably one chapter every two days, sorry 😭💕

— park jimin ♡♥︎

"Jimin. Jimin. Chim," Jimin was slowly brought to consciousness, his eyes fluttering open slightly to look at the brunette above him.

"Jungkook." Jimin raises an eyebrow, putting his arm on his forehead. "What do you want? Let me sleep!" He groaned, turning to the side and cuddling into his pillow.

"I just wanted to say good morning. It's
8:30 and I'm about to head off for work."

Ever since Jungkook quit his job at the cafe, he followed his parents' family company in business. Now, he wakes up early everyday and never comes home until 10 pm. Jimin was used to it though, but he oh so hated it when Kook woke him up.

"Okay. Morning. Now goodbye," Jimin stated, watching as the boys face went blank and got up off him.

"No goodbye kiss?"

"Get out you fucker. I have places to go."
Jungkook looked hurt but Jimin paid no mind, rolling his eyes as almost as quick as it came, a playful look crossed his face and the hurt went away.

"Jimin you're in bed,"

He just growled, kicking the navy blue sheets off his legs and standing up, stretching while looking at the clock. He had about 25 minutes to get ready to see Yoongi, which by the way, Jimin lied. To himself, of course, because he let his dick do the choice deciding once again.
Jungkook was gone by the time Jimin turned to say goodbye once more, so the boy started to get dressed.

Waking up this early was the last thing Jimin wanted to be doing. Every single time he either drinks 7 cups of coffee, goes back to bed, or snaps at everyone throughout the day.

Jimin thinks he stood up too fast, sensitivity made his head go numb and he almost tumbled backwards. Almost, even though he'd love to because that meant he'd be able to go back to bed.

He made a scene to himself getting dressed. It was quite embarrassing, he had a mental tantrum in the middle of his own room alone. Mornings never worked in favor for him.
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He smiled in satisfaction, staring at himself in the mirror. White fit him well, he noted, smoothing down his pearly white silk T-shirt. It flowed loosely over his ripped black jeans. If he stretched, his happy trail and belly button would be on full display, exposed.

He gave himself one more quick one-over, content with his look. The clock blared 8:54, and Jimin tried not to panic. He rushed over to his bed and snatched his phone, forgetting about his single earring he was putting in his ear. Slamming the door shut to his bedroom he jumped down the stairs, skipping two at a time. The keys were stolen from the bowl, making a loud clatter as he quickly locked the door with shaking hands before sprinting to the Cafe, thankfully around five minutes away.

Usually, Jimin would take his precious time walking there, because fuck this town was beautiful. Even then it only took around six minutes, so at a sprint, he calculated it would be four or three minutes, two if he got lucky.