one-shots because @jinniefinnie is sick

PIMP DADDY

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Rolling his neck Jimin finds himself beyond annoyed by his men. Wondering how all of them seemed to share the same IQ, a surprisingly low one that is. Pinching the bridge of his knows he shakes his head before staring at the men in front of him with cold eyes.

Jimin doesn't like it when his men can't complete simple tasks. It fills him with annoyance to realise he'll have to do everything himself again. What is he paying these people for if they don't do what he asks them to? The tasks aren't hard, they're easy and meant to be fixed rather quick.

A loud sigh leaves his lips, twisting the expensive ring on his finger, the thick silver band moving with easy as he slowly rolls his eyes to the man across from him.

"You didn't get payed?" He asks, eyes hooded under his dark hair, staring the man down with a dangerous look. Any look from him could make a man shiver.

Because Park Jimin is cold and does not mess around. He likes his business handled and failure is always answered with consequences. Only few get a second chance.

Folding his hands together he leans back in his chair as the man answer a short 'yes sir' eyes focused on the ground.

"It isn't easy being me." Jimin says, voice low and filled with annoyance. "I run my houses with care and when something needs to be done, I do it." He pauses, god how he wishes he could he home right now. "Failure is unacceptable." Rising to his feet he walks around. Tapping his rings again the wood of his desk as he walks around.

"It annoys me." Standing still in front of the man he cracks his knuckles. "Look at me." He demands, watching as the man raises his head. God how he hates these people, the task is easy. Sleep with the costumer after you get the money, never before.

Lashing out he slams the back of his hand against the boy's face. Neck snapping to the side and a deep cut appearing where he hit.

Looking down at his ring he sighs. "Now there's blood on my ring." He walks back to his desk, dropping body down in his chair as he rubs his temples.

"One more chance." He states. "I'll put a guard at your door, mess up again and that little scratch you've got over there will feel like a loving tap. Am I understood."

The man bows. "Yes sir."

"Now go! No payment this week." He mutters, waving his hand for the man to get out. "Jihon will take you to your room. Treat him well, if I hear one complaint there will he consequences."

"Yes sir." With that the man scrambles off. Little drops off blood on the floor the only evidence the boy was ever there. Taking out his phone he text someone to come clean it up.

With that he decides his day is over, that it's been enough. He doesn't want any more disappointments. So he gets up and grab his coat before making his way out. Only greeting the men he likes before getting out and into his jet black car.

Once he drives off he feels more relieved than before, knowing what's waiting for him at home. Knowing the tension in his shoulders will disappear the second he steps inside, and how his ice cold eyes will melt into a warm loving look. The best part of his day always was arriving at home.

So yes, maybe he did speed a little but he doesn't care. He wants to open the door and be enveloped in love and warmth.

So when he arrives at home and unlocks the front door he can't help but smile. Something he doesn't do too often.

"Daddy's home." He calls out only for him to immediately be tackled into a hug by none other than Jung Hoseok.

"Daddy! I missed you." The boy says before pulling back a little, an adorable pout on his lips. "Didn't daddy miss me?"