Daddy's Little Brat || Vmin

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"Excuse me!"

He snorts in response.

"Please Taehyung," he calls my name lazily as he holds his nose bridge with his forefinger and thumb, "you knew I'd bring this part up sooner or later so just stop... pretending, ok?" he grumbles.

"I ain't pretending nothin' asshole." I huff, although he could probably see through my facade. "And I certainly do not say his name in my sleep."

"I'm not." Yoongi recited calmly.

I glared at him, completely mystified. "What the fuck are you saying, Yoongi?"

"I'm correcting your words. You said I ain't, but it's, I'm not," he answered, referring to my nasty habit of speaking in slang.

"That's not the point! The point is I don't call his name in my sleep!"

"And how would y-you know that?" Yoongi threw the sheet off his nude form and sprung off the bed, grabbing a pair of sweats and slipping them on. "Forget it because you'll never admit you still care for HIM."

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I stared at him infuriated because he knows my secret.

"Out."

My eyes followed his every move, as he scurried about our room, gathering some of his things. They finally settled on him in front of the mirror, as he sprayed himself with cologne.

"You can't leave yet, I'm not done with you!" my voice resonated on the enclosed walls of our bedroom.

I honestly wished that I had just left him alone until he came back, but being the stubborn fuck I am, I just had to have the last say.

That is until he shocked me.

"Well guess what, Taehyung, I'm done with you," he said matter-of-factly, his features void of emotion. It would be a huge lie if I didn't say his stoic demeanor scared me fucking shitless.

"You don't even know him, so how's it even possible-"

"Because his name IS engraved in my mind! It's like I've known the motherfucker for an eternity, all thanks to your ungrateful ass!" he suddenly hovered over me, with an expression that could only come from rage, his hand already extended to deliver a slap, a blow, anything to release the anger I caused.

I jerk back to escape his wrath but instead, I back up too far and end up tumbling head first to the floor.

His nose flares as he glares at me with such contempt.

"Just imagine," he scoffs, "your boyfriend, the one who claims to love you, naked and sweaty after the best sex ever, softly moaning his ex's name over and over and over again!" he punched our bed frame and I jumped slightly from the impact.

He backed away from the freshly made dent and peered at it, in utter shock. He began to pace around the room, his hands folded neatly behind his head as he stares at the ceiling, ignoring my entire existence.

"Yoongi?"

His breath hitched at the sound of my voice, maybe because I was sounding more submissive than I ever had.

"Yes Taehyung?" he sighed before he gritted his teeth.

"Get out."

Jimin's POV

"Why? Why should I be willing to start things again with you?" I asked him with no expression, although internally I was eager to hear his reason.

"I don't really know, I guess I just missed you or somethin'," he responded to my questioning his returning to me after so long.

"So you really missed me? Really? But whoever said I missed you, hmm?" Jimin seemed pleased with my discomfort.

"If you want me to leave then fucking tell me instead of being that manipulative bitch you always were Jimin."

He looked fractured, broken if you will. All the more fun for me to have, playing with his precious feelings.

"If you missed me so much, then come over here and suck my dick?"

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