He Calls Me Daddy

Chapter Two

Jimin's POV

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Do I feel bad for just walking out on Jungkook like that? Sure. Maybe. At least a little. I didn't even take care of him afterwards. I know how important aftercare is and I just left him. God I feel awful!

What was Jungkook thinking right now? Surely at this point he hated me. He had to. I was awful to him tonight. Rude and reserved and Kookie deserves better. He really does. And I felt bad for thinking I deserved better too. We weren't right for each other. Not at all.

I was walking down the halls of the hotel. I didn't have any particular destination in mind. All I could think about was Kookie.

That night, the first time Jungkook tried alcohol, he was all over me. We'd always been friends. We kind of had to be. Our job didn't allow otherwise.

Three drinks in Jungkook was sitting on my lap. One drink later and he was whispering things in my ear that I didn't know Jungkook even knew about.

How does one say no to the Golden Maknae acting all needy on your lap?

The answer is, you don't.

I didn't refuse. And I don't really regret it. What I regrets is letting it go past that night. It should've been a one night thing. But it wasn't.

Everything was awkward the morning after and Jungkook asked if we'd do this again sometime. Those beautiful eyes of his! Damn. I would've felt nothing but guilt to say no to him. I did practically take advantage of his drunkenness.

So of course this went on for weeks. Months. Every second night almost.

It was fun at first, I had to admit. But it was always the same. One of us was on top and the other was on bottom and we went like that until we both came. It wasn't really satisfying for me. But sex was sex. And sex is good.

I felt kind of bad that I didn't break things off with Jungkook when I clearly wasn't into it. The longer I waited the more hurt Jungkook would be.

I needed a push. I needed something or someone to push me to stop my rendezvous with Jungkook. I was waiting for Jungkook to say something. To ask if I wanted to stop.

Tonight he asked me if I still wanted him. Why didn't I say something then? It wasn't a strong enough push.

I was sick of these thoughts. It felt like every night I went through the same list of regretful, guilty thoughts.

I wish I had someone to talk to. Not about Jungkook. That was a secret. Just someone to talk to in general.

And as it goes in stories like this, just as someone begins to wish for companionship, companionship appears.

There, in the lobby of the old hotel, sitting on an old worn out red couch, was Min Yoongi. He was sipping a beer and staring expressionlessly out the window.

Wether he wanted company or not didn't matter. I was already sauntering over to Yoongi.

I think if it were anyone else, he would've told them to get lost. But I'm  Park Jimin. And nobody in their right mind wouldn't appreciate my company. Especially not Yoongi.