Daddy's Little Brat || Vmin

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Jimin's POV

"Dude, hold it and then twist. N-no-Ugh!"

"I'm trying so stop shouting on me!"

"Listen to me, Jimin. Hold the neck and then massage. I thought by all the-and I quote-practice that you had you'd at least know how to do this."

"You're doubting me, you bitch!"

"I'm not doubting you, baby. I'm just in need of a little help right now, that's all. So do daddy a favor."

"Fine. But I'm not putting my hand in that thing."

"But that's what makes it easier to move, Chim."

"Ugh! Fine, pass it."

I dipped my palms in the coconut oil and began to massage his neck, up and down.

He grunted when I drove my hands further into his skin and twisted his head to the side so that I can have better access.

"Thanks for doing this, babe. All that swimming really just messes me up, you know." he said through more grunts and moans.

"It's fine, babe." I continued to trace my fingers in circular motion till I reached his spine.

He winced when I pressed down too hard on one of his muscles.

"Oops, sorry." I apologized.

This went on for about ten minutes more until he stated he was healed.

"Thank you so much, babe." he said.

"Oh stop it, it was nothing." I said with a flick of my wrist.

I capped back the bottle of oil and returned it to the medicine cabinet.

I felt him watching my every move as I paced around my room, placing everything back in its place.

"Stop staring at me Taehyung." I said without even looking up.

He cleared his throat in embarrassment.

When I had finished putting the last item back in the cupboard, I plopped down beside him on the bed and looked up at him.

"How is it?"

"It's fine for now." he strained to say while rubbing his oily neck.

He looked at me skeptically.

"You ok, Chim?"

"Y-yeah d-definitely. Why?"

"Since when do you stutter?"

Shit.

"I didn't even notice I did."

"Really dude?" he asked with a raise of his eyebrow. "You're gonna pull that shitty card?"

I combed my hair back between my fingers, accidentally revealing my forehead.

Shiny with panic and sweat.

"Something's off." he said skeptically. "You only sweat like that when your not telling the truth."

I looked at him as if trying to read his quizzical expression but I couldn't.

His face was too goddamn cute to hold such a heart wrenching scowl.

Sadly, his voice was the completely opposite as it was low and husky.

And sexy at times, like now.

"Earth to Chim." he exclaimed, waving his hand slowly in front my face.

I snapped back to reality.

"Jimin something's wrong so just tell me." he pleaded, a small pout played on his fluffy lips.

I thought about it for a minute, contemplating the consequences of my actions if I actually did confess my true feelings.

I began to chew my nails (or whatever I had left of it) nervously.

Anxiety overtook me as I tried my hardest to think of way to break it to him.

I think I'm in love with you, Taehyung.

No.

Guess what! I love ya!

Dear God no.

Suggestions spilled nonstop within my mind, causing me to feel a tad bit nauseated.

And as if things couldn't get any worse.

The bitch startled the confession outta me.

"Jim-!"

"I love you!" I quickly slapped my palms over my mouth and stared at him with the same expression he wore.

Utter disbelief.