He Calls Me Daddy

Chapter Seven

Jimin's POV

My stomach feels like a washing machine, turning and turning. I'm not going to think about Kookie. I'm not. I'm going to do something I've wanted to do since the debut, and I'm not going to let my shitty predicament ruin it.

I wonder what Jin hyung said to Jungkook? He was probably more sympathetic than Namjoon hyung was with me. I'm not complaining though. Better have Namjoon being short with you than Jin screaming  at you for hours. I know from experience.

Turning and turning.

Poor Kookie. And it's all my fucking fault.

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Nope nope nope nope. Not thinking about it. What's Yoongi planning? Now that's something I can think about instead. Is he going to be how I want him to be? Is he going to surprise me? And if he he does will it be in a good way or a bad way?

I know how I want him to be.
I don't want him to be nice. That sounds like such a cliché thought but it's true. That's how I feel. When he told me- or rather waited for me to call him 'sir'. I mean, you can't  be a sweatheart in bed when you expect to be called 'sir'.

I don't know if he's going to be gentle or not when we actually get to it.
I mean,
will he kiss me? Or bite me?
Will he caress me or grab me?
Will he whisper sweet nothings or command dirty deeds?
Will he love me or fuck me?

I hope the it's both for the former pair.
I would love to love Yoongi hyung. But if he just wants to fuck me. I'm okay with that too.
Wow, I guess I can be kind of a whore. That's a truth I'll never fully admit.

Where am I supposed to be meeting Yoongi hyung anyway? He just walked out the door. The bugger didn't even tell me where he was going. I'll just go to the lobby.

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Don't smile don't smile don't smile. There's Yoongi. He's sitting in a lobby chair looking at me with that stupid smirk. I have to take a deep breath because I really want to burst out laughing.

Nope. I can't help it.

I break out in laughter. Yoongi walks toward me laughing now too and gives me a hug. Even in this situation he's still brotherly.

"May we?" He asks. I pull away and take his hand and he leads me through the hotel.

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I don't know what triggered it, but walking down the hallway mad my stomach do it again.

Turning and turning and turning.

Stop it stop it. I'm not thinking about it. I'm not gonna think about it.

We got to a separate hotel room that Yoongi had paid for. I sat down on the bed and he looked at me and frowned.

He kneeled in front of me and put both his hands in my knees, looking at me genuinely concerned.

"Are you okay Jiminie?"

I heard that and nodded right away. Did he notice? No, he can't've notice.

"Are you sure? We don't have to do anything if you don't really want to. We can just lay down and talk or cuddle or something. Don't feel pressured."

"Nuh uh" I said "I'm way too horny not to do anything now."

I put a big grin on my face so that he knew I was sincere. "That almost sounded commanding?" Yoongi said raising an eyebrow.

"Of course it wasn't sir." I giggled out.

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Yoongi's POV

"I should hope not" I whispered to Jimin placing one hand on his thigh and another on his chin. I kissed him gently.
I didn't want to rush.
But when he bit down on my lip I thought 'that's it. You're gonna be mine after tonight'

I pulled away completely and climbed on to the bed behind him and sat down.

He looked at me very confused and I tried not to laugh.

"Strip"

And his face went beat red, but he nodded nonetheless.