Little One
Taehyung x Reader
One Shot
Rating: mature
Category: 💞🆘
Warnings: Daddy kink, age regression, non-sexual age regression, dom/sub
Word Count: 7,239
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Summary: Taehyung gets paired with the girl of his dreams for their dance showcase. She gets sick and can't practice for a week. he gets worried and takes her some soup... he never expected what happens next.
The professors were deciding who would do what at the end of the year showcase. I was probably going to get a solo. Professors never like pairing me with people or putting me in groups because other people hold me back. It was finally time for them to make the announcements. They started with the group acts, which I tuned out because that has nothing to do with me. Then they announced the duets, which I also was ignoring. Well… that is until they called my name.
“Kim Taehyung and YLN YFN.” One of the professors announced.
My heart stops. YLN YN. They paired me with YLN YN. The adorable girl who is a triple threat like me. The girl who I’ve wanted since I laid eyes on her. The girl who is walking towards me right now with a beautiful smile on her face. Fuck. Fuck.
“Hi.” A soft melodious voice fills my ears.
“Hi,” I say back. “I guess we’re partners.” I can’t say that I’m upset about this, even though I never do duets.
She giggles. It takes everything in me not to melt into a puddle at her feet. “I wasn’t expecting to be in a duet.”
“Me neither.” Fuck, she is so cute. How does this beautiful creature exist?
“So, when are you free to discuss ideas? I wasn’t prepared for a duet.” She smiles up at me.
She’s so small. She barely comes up to my shoulder. I could throw her all over the place with ease. I’d probably break her if I fucked her. I wonder if she’s a virgin. She looks so sweet and innocent- No. Stop that. This is not the time for those kinds of thoughts. “I’m free now actually. We could go to the coffee shop on campus.”
She smiles brightly, “Sure sounds good. Just let me go grab my bag and text my roommate to let him know.” She skipped away to her stuff.
Him? Her roommate is a him? Maybe it was a mistake. I mean if she had a boyfriend or if this roommate was her boyfriend she would have said ‘boyfriend,’ right? She comes back up to me and smiles. Fuck, that smile is so perfect. I hope she doesn’t have a boyfriend.
“Um, Tae?”
She called me Tae. That’s so sweet. Wait she’s talking to me, fuck. “Sorry, what?”
She giggles, “I asked if you were ready.”
“Oh, yeah. I didn’t have class today. I just came for the announcements. Did you drive here?” I say as we walk out of the dance hall.
“No, I walked. I don’t have a car.” She doesn’t have a car? So, I can take her home? Fuck yes.
“Do you always walk to and from class?” I inquire. Maybe if I date her, she’ll let me pick her up and take her home every day. That would be so great.
“No, Jimin has a car and he picks me up when I have late classes.”
“Jimin?”
I must have said it with more malice in my voice than I intended because she smirks up at me. “Yeah. My roommate. Park Jimin.” She chuckles. No, not giggles. Chuckles. She’s fucking with me and she knows it. She’s being snarky, not cute.
“Hold up. Wait, Park Jimin? The singer and dancer. The one who is simultaneously the sexiest and most adorable guy in our year? That Park Jimin?” I sound like a fanboy, but that shit is facts.
She falls into me as she laughs. Yeah, it has to be that Park Jimin because he does the same thing when he laughs. Fuck. “Yes. That Park Jimin.” She says when she composes herself enough to make words. She’s so cute.
I grunt in response. Fuck. I have no chance. Poor Jungkook is going to be devastated too. We don’t speak the rest of the way to the coffee shop. She has this devious smirk on her face the rest of the walk there. Once we get there, we sit in one of the booths. “Do you want anything?”
“No. I’m good.” She smiles at me.
She looks different. She’s not wearing her cute smile. It’s still quite devious. “Hmm.” I nod at her. “I don’t drink coffee. I just like the atmosphere here.” I say as I lean back on my side of the booth.
She smirks and leans forward, “So… would you like me to set you up with Jimin? He’s currently single and ready to mingle. And the one guy he’s into, he’s too much of a chicken shit to say anything to.”
I blink at her. Did she just say those words to me? “Um… no. I’m not gay. And my roommate would kill me.” Then a bright ray of hope hit me. “Wait, he’s gay?”
She chuckles, “No. Bi. Who’s your roommate? Maybe I can help them out.”
Bi. That’s not gay enough. They could still have been a thing. But, apparently, they don’t now if she’s trying to set him up. “Jeon Jungkook.”
She gasps. Her mouth turns into a sexy little o and holy fuck do I want to put my dick between those pretty lips. “No fucking way!” Now I really want to fuck her dirty little mouth. She needs to watch herself with the swearing. “Jeon Jungkook! That’s the guy Jimin is crushing on!” Her voice raises an octave.
“Really?” I ask excitedly. “We should totally set them up.” Maybe if I can get Jungkook with Jimin I won’t have to worry about him being with YN.
“Oh my gosh yes!” She reaches across the table to grab my hand as she speaks. Her smile is so big. She’s so adorable.
Her hand is like fucking ice though, “Are you cold?” Is it cold in here? I know I don’t get as cold as other people, but I usually am aware if it’s cold for others. It actually feels quite warm from the hot drinks in the shop.
She quickly pulls her hand away and pulls her sleeve down over her hand. “Sorry. I’m cold natured.” She smiles shyly. Note to self: always have a jacket when hanging out with YN, just in case. “Any ideas for the dance?” She quickly changes the subject.
Weird. “Um… I don’t know. Maybe lovers-”
“No.” She deadpans, interrupting me.
If she were mine, I’d drag her ass home and take her over my knee. “You didn’t even hear my idea,” I say as calmly as possible.
Considering the gleam in her eye, it wasn’t very calm, “Lovers fighting, lovers falling in love, lovers being torn apart, lovers coming back together after being apart, lovers who once friends. It’s all been done before. Everyone is going to do that. So, no.” She crosses her arms.
Brat. “Well, what do you want to do?”
The smirk on her face tells me she’s enjoying this. “Not lovers.” She pulls out her phone and starts typing. From the way she’s looking at her phone and typing I can tell she is texting.
She knows what she’s doing to me, “How about a story about a bratty girl who gets punished?”
She freezes and slowly meets my gaze, “Lame.” She says impassively.
What the fuck? Lame? That was meant to be a threat! “Who are you texting? I thought you wanted to talk about the dance?”
She smirks up at me, “Why do you care?” I just stare at her and try to keep myself from glaring too hard. “It’s Jimin. He’s freaking out about Jungkook.”
“So, he’s your roommate?” I should NOT have asked that.
“Yeah.”
“Just your roommate?” What the fuck? Shut up. That’s so obvious. Why am I allowed to speak?
She looks up at me through her long eyelashes, “Depends on what you mean by that?”
Shit. Now I have to know. “Have you ever fooled around with him?”
She gazes at me, “Are you sure you want to know the answer to that?”
“If I didn’t, I wouldn’t ask.” That’s a lie. No. I don’t want to know. Because form how she said that I know the answer is yes.
She chuckles, “Yes. He’s been my best friend since we were kids. He was my first everything.”
Fuck. Nope. Can’t have that. I have to get rid of him. I have to get him and Jungkook together and maybe they’ll move in together and Jimin will be out of the way.
She smirks at me. “Jealous?” My stupid face must have given me away.
Yes! “Why would I be?” I try to contort my face into something that doesn’t look angry, jealous, or disappointed.
“I don’t know, but your face sure as hell looks that way.” She chuckles.
I miss her being adorable and cute and giggly. This is a whole other side of her. I think I like it. In an I-want-to-fuck-it-out-of-her sort of way. She’s a teasing little brat and those can be quite fun. If she’s teasing me, maybe that means she’s at least somewhat interested in me. I smirk at her, “Do you want me to be jealous?”
She tilts her head, “Nah. But I need to get home. Jimin is losing his mind right now.” She stands.
“What about the dance?”
“We can talk about it later. Come on let’s set our roommates up.” She takes my hand and pulls me up and walks me out of the coffee shop. Her ice-cold hands make my heart race.
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It’s a week later. Jimin and Jungkook have been officially set up as of yesterday. YN and I decided to do something very dramatic for our showcase: an angel of death dance. For most of the dance, it looks like I’m the angel of death, but in the end, it will be her. We also got permission to do our song and drama finals as part of the dance. We are both triple threats after all. It is a big ordeal we are taking on, but it will be amazing.
Rehearsals the past week have been… interesting. YN was an excellent dancer and her singing voice is a gift from the gods. It was really nice to be able to hold her and dance with her and move her body around. Honestly, I liked it in more than just a sexual way, although we did have a few heated moments in the dance that left us both breathless. She always smirked at me in those moments. I had to use every ounce of self-control I had not to kiss her in those moments, even just to wipe the smirk off her face. Not that I don’t think she would like it, if anything she’s been inviting it. I just don’t want our first kiss to be because of the dance. It can be intense dancing with someone and you get the adrenaline rush and you feel like you’re on cloud nine. I want it to be because we both want it not because we’re feeling the rush.
She was a hard worker and would get frustrated when she messed up. If I messed up though, she was encouraging, kind and supportive. Her hard-working nature though was not always the best. She has been coughing a lot but has so far refused to go to the doctor and says she’s fine. One day it got so bad that I ended practice early. When she tried to refuse, I walked out of the studio because she couldn’t really practice without me. Surprisingly, it worked. After a minute, she stomped out of the studio after me and asked me to give her a ride.
As I’m getting ready to head to our rehearsal today, she texts me.
[9:29 am YN]: I’m sick. Can’t come to rehearsal.
She must be really sick if she’s not coming to rehearsal.
[9:30 am Me]: Oh, hope you feel better. You going to the doctor?
[9:31 am YN]: Yeah Jimin is taking me now.
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That was the last text I received from her for a week. I mean I get it, she’s sick, but she could at least tell me what’s wrong, how long until she gets better, all that. But no. I noticed Jungkook was mopey too because he hasn’t seen Jimin in that time as well. Maybe he got sick as well? Lucky for them classes were canceled for the week, so everyone could start getting their ideas together for the showcase.
Jungkook has been on his phone a lot lately when he isn’t at his own rehearsals. He got a solo for the singing portion of the showcase. “Hey, Kook, have you heard from Jimin?”
“Yeah, I’m texting him now.” He mumbles without looking away from the phone.
“Is he sick too?”
He shakes his head, “No, but YN really is and he’s taking care of her. He said she’s a real baby when she’s sick.” He looks at me now and wags his eyebrows.
“Shut up.” I sneer, “So, she’s not contagious?” I ask.
“I guess not.” He’s now typing quickly. “Jimin says she won’t let him leave her side though.”
“So, if I were to… say… take her some soup… do you think that would be okay?” I ask.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow at me, “She’s sick, perv.”
“Fuck you!” I yell, “What are you even insinuating?”
He gives me a knowing look, “I know how much you like babygirls. Jimin says she is one.”
My heart stops. “And Jimin knows that... how?” I say through clenched teeth.
Jungkook rolls his eyes, “Hyung-”
“How Kook!?” I yell.
He lets out a breath, “They’re best friends. You really think they don’t know that shit about each other? Also, they were each other’s first everything. You knew that.”
“So, you wouldn’t be mad if Jimin was her Daddy or Master or Sir or whatever?” I’m shaking with anger now.
He just sighs, rolls his eyes, and ignores me.
“I’m taking her soup. Don’t tell Jimin.”
“Hyung-”
“Don’t tell him, Kook!” I say from the door as I slam it shut.
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As I walk up to her apartment with the soup I bought, I try to calm myself. There is nothing going on between them. They’re friends and roommates. I knock on the door. Jimin is with Jungkook. It’s fine. When the door opens, a half-naked Jimin answers. Just friends, nothing more. Dance partners have seen each other in less clothing.
“Taehyung? What are you doing here?” He asks with big surprised eyes.
Good to know Jungkook will still do what I ask even if it means not telling his boyfriend stuff. “I brought YN soup. She must super sick if she isn’t even able to pick up the phone.” I say as calmly as I can. Although there is some tension in the last sentence, I may be a little salty.
“Oh, that’s so nice-”
“Daddyyyy! Come back to bed!” YN’s whiney voice comes from inside.
Jimin closes his eyes and lets out an exasperated breath. Before he can say anything though I turn to leave. Fuck this. Just friends my left ass cheek. No friend calls the other Daddy. “Wait, Taehyung!”
I feel him grab my arm, I yank it away, “Don’t touch me.”
“Listen, it’s not what you think-”
“What the fuck else could it be?” I turn back and step close to him as I yell, “ You’re fucking naked, she’s calling you daddy and asking you to come back to bed. She’s not sick. She’s fucking around with you.” I try to walk away again. I can’t believe this. Why would she not tell me? Was she just leading me on? Oh fuck, does Jungkook know? Is that why he didn’t answer the question about being mad if Jimin were her daddy? Are they all in some weird polyamorous thing? If they were wouldn’t Jungkook be here too? Jungkook would have told me that, wouldn’t he? He’s full gay though so I guess not. Still, is Jimin that good that Jungkook would allow this? Does he have that much control over my friend?
Jimin grabs my arm again, tighter this time, “You’re wrong. She is sick.” He looks as though he’s trying to compose himself, “She has the flu. She’s a big baby when she’s sick. I swear.”
“Oh okay.” I say with fake understanding as I turn to him, “Then why the fuck is she calling you daddy?” I glare at him. That’s not just being a baby, that’s being his baby. “And isn’t that contagious?”
He looks me over for a moment, “It’s complicated. And not anymore she’s medicated and I got a flu shot so I didn’t catch it.” He has a calculating look on his face, “Just come with me.” He pulls me. When I resist, he glares at me, “Just fucking come on!” He yanks harder and I follow.
Once inside he takes the soup from me and puts it on the counter. I follow him to a door, he stops before opening it and turns to me. “She’s really sick so try not to stare at her. And she’s…” He takes a breath, “You’ll see.” He opens the door and steps halfway through the door, keeping me shielded from the girl inside.
“Daddy, I’m cold.” She whines. My heart aches. She has the sweetest voice. The word ‘Daddy’ sounds so good in her voice. If only that word were directed at me. A fresh pang of jealousy hits me.
“I know baby, but there’s someone here to see you.” He says in a soft voice. A nurturing daddy voice.
He opens the door so that I can now see into the room. There on the full-sized bed I see YN. She is definitely sick. She looks like she hasn’t slept in days with the dark circles around her eyes and flushed cheeks from her fever.
Her eyes go wide when she sees me, “T-Tae?” She looks confused. “W-what are you doing here?” Her voice isn’t the same as it was when she talked to Jimin, much to my disappointment.
“He brought you soup,” Jimin informs her as he goes and sits on the bed next to her. “Are you hungry? Will you try to eat?” She looks at him with big eyes and pouty lips and shakes her head. Melting. I’m melting. That was the cutest thing ever. God, I wish she looked at me like that. “Well, I need to go to the store baby. Can Tae-ah stay here with you?” She shakes her head quickly. “Babygirl, you’re going to go back to sleep anyway.”
“But I’m cold.” She whines. She’s covered in blankets, is wearing a hoodie, and I can’t see her lower half, but I would bet all my money that she’s wearing sweatpants and thick socks as well. How the hell is she cold? I know she’s cold natured but damn.
Jimin smiles softly and feels her forehead, “You still have a fever that’s why. Tae is a good cuddler though. Kookie told me. He can keep you warm.” Jimin looks at me expectantly.
Why the fuck are he and Jungkook talking about my cuddling skills? This is really starting to sound like a weird polyamorous thing. Oh shit, I’m supposed to say something. I swallow. I slowly walk over to the other side of the bed and squat down by YN’s face. “Will you let me keep you warm, little one?” The words just came out. It was instinct. My eyes flicker to Jimin, but he looks happy rather than mad. Interesting, most daddies are pretty territorial. I know I am. If anyone said something like that to my babygirl without my explicit permission, I’d rip them a new asshole. Then again, I haven’t had a babygirl in years.
YN stares at me with big eyes for a moment. She looks at Jimin curls into Jimin, I try not to be disappointed but…
He sighs, “Baby, Daddy needs to go get food. You need crackers and more soup. Tae brought a lot but you’ll need more when it runs out.”
“Not hungry.” She mumbles into his chest. She’s cute even when she’s bratty. I prefer this kind of brattiness over the brattiness she shows me when she’s big YN. She looks so small, curled into Jimin, and Jimin isn’t exactly a big guy.
“Daddy needs food too. Do you want Daddy to starve?” He asks a bit dramatically.
She looks at him with a pout and shakes her head.
“Well, then I need to go to the store. Tae-ah will take good care of you, won’t you?” He looks at me again.
I smile warmly at the small girl who’s clinging to another man, “Yes, I won’t leave your side little one.” She doesn’t know this, but I mean ever not just until Jimin gets back. If she’d let me, I’d stay with her forever. When she looks back at me, she nods slowly.
A huge smile spreads across Jimin’s face, “You’re such a big girl.” He says in his loving daddy voice then leans down and kisses her face multiple times. She smiles brightly and giggles. Even though she’s sick, I can tell how much she loves Jimin. I want that. Jimin untangles himself from his babygirl, stands, and looks at me, “She feels cold because of the fever, but to you, she will feel like a furnace. I would suggest at least taking your shirt off.” He stares at me expectantly. When I do nothing, he waves a hand at me.
This is why I am a dom, because I don’t like this, but I roll my eyes and take off my shirt and crawl in the bed with YN. You know YN? The girl of my dreams? Yeah her. I’m in bed with her. Strangely, because her daddy told me to. But let’s ignore that fact.
Jimin smiles. “I’ll be back soon. Be a good girl. Go back to sleep.” He blows a kiss at her and she eats it. I want that.
She rolls over to look at me. Damn, she is so cute like this. Her hair is all over the place, her cheeks are pink from her fever, her mouth is pouty, her eyes are big. I open my arms to her and she smiles shyly before moving into them. “You can watch TV. I’m sleepy.” She says in the sweetest baby voice.
My heart might explode. This is a dream come true. She nuzzles into my chest. Holy shit she is like a furnace. Who the fuck cares though? Not me. The girl of my dreams is a little and she’s cuddling with me. I stroke her hair. When she falls asleep I sneak a kiss on her forehead, because I am a weak man, and this is all I’ve ever wanted. The only thing that could make this better is if Jimin just never came back. I would take over as her daddy and all would be right with the world.
All was not right with the world though, because he came back and popped my happy bubble. “We’re not together or anything.” He says from the doorway, now fully dressed from going out.
I nod but I don’t believe him. I’m tempted to play with YN’s hair again, but now that Jimin is back, I don’t want to push any boundaries. I’m lucky enough he’s allowing this at all.
He lets out a breath, “We’ve been best friends since we were little. Her dad was never around, and her mom died when she was ten, so she came to live with my family after that. So, growing up we always had each other.” He looks down at her fondly, “She’s my family. My parents kicked us out when they found out we were bi. They were raising us to get married to each other but we both knew that wouldn’t happen. We love each other, but we’re not in love. We never were.” He looks at me now. “She regresses when she’s anxious or depressed, you know. And she can’t help it when she’s sick.”
As amazing as all that sounds, there is just one thing that I have to know, “So, it’s not a sex thing?” I ask.
He takes a breath, “Not right now.”
“So, it is other times?” I refuse to look at him.
“Are you sure you want to know the answer to that?” He asks hesitantly.
There’s my answer. “You know, she asked the same damn thing. Yes, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to know.” I say a bit too loud and YN whines a little but doesn’t wake up.
“Yes.” He states. “But not for a long time.” My jaw hurts from how tight it’s clenched. I can’t believe how jealous I am. “Honestly though, I think it’s time for her to find a new Daddy.” That grabs my attention. “I have Kookie now and it’s not fair to him. This whole week I’ve neglected him, and I feel like shit for it.” He looks down at YN and runs his fingers through her soft hair, “I just couldn’t leave her.” He looks sad.
After a beat, he stands. “Will you wake her up and take her temperature?” He points at the nightstand where the thermometer is, “I’m going to make her some soup. Does she feel as hot to the touch?”
I gently touch her cheek, “She warm but not hot.” Jimin nods and walks out. I look at the sweet girl in my arms. “Time to wake up, little one,” I say softly as I shake her gently. I would prefer to kiss her awake, but that seems inappropriate. She burrows deeper into me. I close my eyes and savor the moment for a second before trying again. This time her eyes flutter open, “I need to take your temperature, baby.” She stares at me for a moment then opens her mouth. So fucking cute! I place the thermometer in her mouth until it beeps.
“What’s it say?” Jimin asks as he walks in with a bowl of soup.
“One hundred even,” I tell him.
He smiles down at YN as he places the soup on the nightstand. He crawls toward her, “Look at you. Your fever is down.” He says in his daddy voice. Her fever must have been very high if he’s excited about it being one hundred. She smiles giddily and buries her face in my chest, my heart swells. “Will you try to eat now?” She turns to look at him again and thinks for a moment, then nods as she sits up. I feel cold now that she’s gone, which isn’t surprising because she was so hot that I’m covered in sweat. I sit up too.
Jimin hands her the soup. She just stares at the soup and looks like she wants something. Jimin chuckles, “Do you want to sit in Daddy’s lap?” She looks at him and shakes her head. Jimin raises an eyebrow and looks at me, “Do you want to sit in Tae’s lap?” She nods her head quickly. “Well go on.” He takes the soup from her and she hides her face in her hands.
“Oh, don’t get all shy on me now, little one,” I say as I lean over and pull her into my lap. She giggles as I do so and my heart soars.
She eats about half of the soup then sits very still. Jimin looks at her for a moment, “You okay, babygirl?” She doesn’t move. “Are you going to throw up.” She hesitates for a long time before she shakes her head. “Are you done eating?” She nods. “Do you want to lay back down?” She nods and leans back into me, “Are you sure you’re not going to throw up?” She hesitates again then nods her head.
I move so that she and I are both laying down again. This time we’re spooning and facing Jimin. She takes Jimin’s hand and closes her eyes. Jimin gazes at her fondly. How could he not be in love with her when he looks at her like that? How could he not be in love with her when she looks at him like that? I would kill to have her look at me the ways she looks at him. Jimin taps my arm to pull me out of my thoughts. He jerks his head toward the door. She must be asleep.
I follow him out of the room and into the kitchen. “You hungry?” he asks me. “I was going to make something, you’re welcome to stay.” He is a very kind person.
“Sure.” I stand in the kitchen awkwardly.
“So, you’re a daddy too?” He asks. As if things between us aren’t awkward enough.
“Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck.
“And you’re interested in YN?”
I look down, “Yeah.”
He doesn’t say anything, so I look up. He’s smiling at me, he hums and continues wandering around the kitchen preparing food for us. “What kind of daddy are you?”
“Uh…” I hesitate. I never really thought about that.
He faces me again with a very stern face, “Are you a sadist?”
My eyebrows pull together in confusion. That’s a very specific question. “Uh, no.” He just stares at me with the same stern look. Seriously, fuck other doms and their bullshit. “I mean I believe in spanking as a punishment. I don’t necessarily get off from hurting people though. It’s more of that it gets the other person off, that gets me. I’ve never really done much more than that by way of pain punishment.”
He stares at me for a moment longer, then nods and smiles again, “Good. YN isn’t into that stuff.” He starts chopping vegetables. “By the way, I’m trained in kendo and judo.” He glances back at me, “If you hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me.” He says with a smile. Not his signature cute smile that I’ve seen before. No, this is an evil deadly smile. For someone so small, he can be pretty scary. The way he is with YN, I definitely don’t doubt he would follow through on his threat. For some reason, I’m quite glad that he would do anything for YN. But can I just say, what the fuck is up with these two and their bipolar personalities?
“I would never intentionally hurt her,” I tell him.
He turns back to his cooking. “I don’t think you would.”
That was reassuring. He continued to cook in silence. When he was finished, we sat in the living room. We sat in silence as we ate. It was a comfortable silence.
When he was finished eating, Jimin sat back and eyed me. “So, you don’t have anyone at the moment?”
I raised an eyebrow at him, “No.” He just looks at me expectantly. He does this a lot. I let out a breath, “Not for a long time.” Again, he just looks at me. He just expects an elaboration. “Why do you do that? Just stare and wait for me to elaborate?”
He smiles shyly, “Sorry. It’s out of habit.” I stare at him mocking his expectant expression. He lets out a laugh, “I’ve been in daddy mode for a while now, so I just…” He waves his hand around.
“But you don’t give YN that look.”
He thinks for a moment, “Hmm, I guess I don’t.” He laughs quietly to himself.
“She’s special to you,” I say without thinking.
He smiles the smile that seems to be reserved for YN, “She is.” He looks at me, “What happened to your other baby…” He looks at me for a moment, “girls?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Just girls yes.” I look away from him, “The last one…” I take a breath, “We didn’t have an exclusive relationship.” I can feel his glare on me, but I don’t worry about it. “She left me for another man. I was too much for her. I’m a very caring daddy and I am daddy at all times. I didn’t expect her to be little all the time, but I wanted to always take care of her and I expected her to follow certain rules….” I swallow thinking about her. Her long dark hair, her pretty brown eyes. “She didn’t want that. It wasn’t like she was just being bratty…” I shake my head, “I like bratty sometimes, it keeps things interesting. But I was just a good fuck to her and that’s all she really wanted.” I feel I hand on my shoulder. When I turn, I see Jimin’s kind eyes and sympathetic smile. I nod at him.
“Jimin.” YN’s hoarse voice comes from behind us. I watch Jimin’s eyes go wide. We both stand and turn to the girl. She’s rubbing her eyes. When she’s done, she looks between the two of us with wide eyes. “Taehyung? W-wha-”
Jimin quickly moves to her. He stands so that he is shielding her from me. I can hear him whispering to her. After a moment he steps back with his hands resting on her neck. She looks at me with wide, scared eyes. Then she looks back at Jimin and shakes her head and grabs onto Jimin’s arms.
He lifts her and wraps her legs around his waist. “Just a sec Tae. Don’t leave.” He says without looking at me then disappears into YN’s room. Weird. If this turns out to be some weird polyamorous cult, I’m moving to Russia.
They’ve been in there for thirty minutes. I should probably leave. This is weird. What are they doing? Why are they taking so long? Are they discussing bringing me into their polyamorous cult?
Then I hear YN scream, “No!”
Jimin runs out of the room, “Tae-”
“No, Jimin, please,” YN says now following after him. She coughs.
“YN he’ll be good for you, good to you.” Jimin turns back to her. “I’m going to leave you two alone-”
“No!” she reaches for him, but he pulls away.
“Baby, I can’t…” he takes a breath. He looks like he’s in pain. “I have Kookie now. It’s so hard with both of you… I just-”
“I’ll be a good girl. I promise. I’ll-I’ll stop being needy. I’ll let you spend more time with Kookie. Please just don’t leave me.” She begs. Leave her? He plans on leaving her. This isn’t a polyamorous cult then at least.
“I’m just leaving for now. I live here, I’m coming back.” Maybe not.
“You’re forcing me to be with him. I don’t want him. I don’t need anyone else.” Ouch. That hurts. I should go. This is private.
I slowly inch toward the door, “Don’t fucking leave, Tae!” Jimin shouts at me in a dominating tone.
I freeze.
“He’s no Daddy if he listens to you!” YN shouts.
I turn my head slowly to her; my face must convey my irritation because she cowers slightly. “You think that because I listen to him that I’m not a daddy? I listen out of respect. He is your daddy, I am respecting any boundaries he sets for me concerning you. Because I would love nothing more than to be near you and you belong to him, so I consider myself lucky that he lets me come close to you. I’m not going to jeopardize that to prove my dominance.”
She stares at me. Her face seems to flicker between YN and little YN. She seems confused. Like she wants to be mine, to submit to me, but like she’s scared to do it.
“Baby,” Jimin says gently. “You do want him.” she shakes her head at him. “You chose to sit in his lap over mine. You were little with him-”
“That wasn’t a dream?” She says in a small voice.
“Please, give him a chance.”
She shakes her head, tears fill her eyes. “I’m sorry. I’ll be good. I swear. Daddy please-”
“No, YN!” Jimin shouts. “I am not leaving you. You are my best friend. The only family I have. I will never leave you. But I need you to try again. I can’t be your daddy-”
“No!” YN screams as she begins to sob.
Jimin closes his eyes and steps further away from her. “He’s a good daddy-”
She shakes her head. “I don’t care!”
I watch Jimin’s jaw clench. “He’s not Namjoon!” he yells. YN freezes and starts breathing raggedly. “You didn’t listen to me about him.” Tears well in Jimin’s eyes, “You didn’t listen, and he hurt you. Tae is not like that. Just listen to me, for once in your life!” He shouts. Jimin’s words shock me. He thinks that highly of me. It’s like he’s trying to give me YN. They stare at each other for a moment.
YN starts coughing. Jimin looks strained, then he turns and runs out of the apartment. “No!” YN lunges towards him but ends up falling. I quickly move to her. “Get away from me.” I ignore her and wrap my arms around her. “Stop.” She struggles against me. I move to sit and pull her into my lap. Eventually, she stops resisting and sobs into my chest.
I don’t know what I did in a past life to deserve this but clearly, I did something pretty damn good to have the girl of my dreams just given to me. Jimin didn’t even say anything to me, he basically just handed her to me. Granted he handed her to me sobbing for him, but beggars can’t be choosers. I still think it’s strange that he would do this at all. He barely knows me and yet he knows that I would be good to her. It looked like it really hurt him to leave. He must really trust me if he was willing to do all this.
YN starts coughing, so I rub her back gently. “Tae.” She croaks. I look down at her. “Why are you here?”
“I brought you soup.” That is why I came. I brought the soup because I’m totally in love with her but that’s weird to say.
She lets out a weak laugh, “Why did you stay?”
Why did I stay? “I don’t know.” I shrug, “I wanted to take care of you. I wanted to be with you.” I say honestly.
“Why?” She looks at me with fear in her eyes.
“I don’t know.” I gaze down at her. “There’s just something about you.” I run my thumb along her jawline, “The first time I saw you…” I smile as I remember, “You were wearing a light blue dress with flowers on it. You had a flower crown on. You probably don’t know what I’m talking about because the first time I saw you, I don’t think you saw me. But you were sitting at the coffee shop. You were reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, probably for the hundredth time. A girl tripped and dropped her books and drink and you, without any hesitation, jumped up and helped her. You just put your book down, without saving your spot and helped her. I know a reader when I see one and not saving your spot is a big deal.” I chuckle, “Don’t think I’m creepy, but I watched you from afar for a long time before I introduced myself. You were so beautiful and I thought you couldn’t possibly be as kind as you seemed. I watched you stay after practices and help people with choreo. I watched you bring tea to your groupmates when you were working on songs and their voices were strained.” Her eyebrows furrow. “I’m sorry, that’s weird. It was just so outrageous to think you could be perfect.” I Brush her hair away from her face, “You were the sweetest cutest girl I ever saw.” I breathe a laugh, “That is until I got partnered with you. I got to see this whole other side of you. One I assume you reserve for people who are close to you, people you feel really comfortable around. The snarky, bratty side of you.” I shake my head and I can’t hold back my smile, “And that made you so much more perfect. Every time I learn something new about you, you just become more perfect.”
She shakes her head, “I’m not perfect.” She whispered.
“You are to me,” I whisper back. “I won’t hurt you. I swear, I will never hurt you.”
Fresh tears fill her eyes. “What did Jimin tell you?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head, “He asked me what kind of daddy I was. He asked if I was a sadist. And he just told you that I wasn’t Namjoon. So, I assume all of those things are connected.” Her lip quivered. “You don’t have to tell me.” I cup her cheek.
She swallows and looks deep into my eyes, “If you want me, you have to know.” She whispers. She takes a deep breath and looks straight ahead, “Namjoon was the only other daddy that I’ve had. I found him at some bar. He was funny and had a dimpled smile. He was clumsy and sweet. Everything was great…” She bites her lip, “He was kinky.” I can’t help how my grip on her tightens a little. “He-” Her voice breaks, “He tied me up and blindfolded me, which was fine.” She pauses for a long time. She starts to tremble, and I hold her tighter. “He caned me.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, “I used the safeword, but he didn’t stop.” Anger bubbles in me.
I brush my fingers through her hair. “Where is he now?” My voice comes out thick and gravely.
“Don’t worry, Jimin made him suffer.” She says with an unconvincing smile.
“That’s not what I asked.” My voice comes out a bit harsher than I intended.
She takes a deep breath, “He transferred to some other school. I don’t know which one and I don’t care to know.”
“What does he look like?”
“Why do you c-”
“Because I need to know just in case we run into him.” So, I can kill him.
She shakes her head.
I close my eyes and take a breath, “Sorry. I just- We’ll discuss it another time.”
She starts coughing.
“There is something important we need to discuss though,” I say as I stand, lifting her with me. I take her to her room. I set her on her bed and grab the thermometer. She opens her mouth. Her temperature is now 102. I pile blankets on her and climb into the bed with her. I pull her close so that our noses are almost touching. “I understand that Jimin is your safe haven. He’s the only one who has always been there for you.” I brush my thumb against her cheek, “But would you let me try to be there for you too?”
She looks at me for a long moment. I think she’s going to say no. That she’s going to tell me to get out, but she doesn’t. After a few moments, she smiles softly and hides her face in my chest, “Yes, daddy.” She says in that sweet voice I thought was only for Jimin. My heart soars as I pull her closer and kiss the top of her head.
