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Rapmonster: Daddy's Little Girl

Warning: Extreme Daddiness

Read at your own risk!

His checked his reflection in the smooth glass, his face putting on cheeky smiled and flirty smirks. You rolled your eyes and turn the other way.

"I don't know why you keep doing that." You survey the mall around you, noticing the other couples, holding hands and giggling romantically. "Why can't we just be normal?"

"We aren't normal." He turns around from the shop window, smiling at you and approaching your slouched frame. "We are special." He takes both of your hands and grasps them firmly.

"Then why do you keep making yourself look like a playboy whenever there is a reflection of yourself?" You bore your eyes into his and he turned away, his face slightly going red.

"B-b-because..."

"Hm?"

"I'm trying to impress-"

"Who?" You suddenly were tiggered, was he cheating on you?

"My precious baby girl." He stated plainly. He leans in towards your ear and whispers, "that's you."

You gasp with surprise and your face turns a light shade of pink. You let go of his hands turn around, burying your face into your hands.

"Wait. What's wrong?" Namjoon questions you, face widening into a panicked look.

"Nothing!" You mumble as he comes to our side, a hand going to your waist. "Daddy I love you!" You gasp out and wrap your arms around his neck. At first he was shocked by the term, however he closed his eyes and hugged you back. Because he was taller, you had to tippy toe, but he just took the chance to lift you by the waist and spin you lightly in the air.

"Mine..." He whispered into your hair as you squeal with childish delight, butterflies crashing everywhere in your stomach. He took a whiff of your scent: cinnamon. He really loved it.
...
You set the comb down onto the table as you yawned, then stretching your arms from your body. You did a slight back bend as you scrunched your face in the mirror. There was a buzz on the side of your night lamp beside your table and you literally pounced towards it. It was Namjoon.

NJ: Goodnight, baby girl.
YN: Night!
NJ: Wait.
YN: Wat?
NJ: Call me Daddy.
Do it
I'm your daddy
And your my baby girl.

You stood staring at your phone, hesitant the send the next message. However after a few more pushes from him, you gave in.
YN: Daddy.
RJ: Yessssssss

At first, you didn't mind when he left it that, however, it seemed to make you paranoid. You didn't like that word and it absolutely made you want to puke, but you did like being called baby girl. It made you feel special.

You fell asleep around 12:30, but suddenly wake up at 3:47 in the morning when the phone buzzed.
You reluctantly reach for your phones, the illumination of the screen making you squint harshly. Namjoon texted you again.

NJ: call me daddy again
Please baby
I'm waiting
You pretended to not have read his messages. But you gasped lightly with the next message
NJ: I know you have seen this text.

A chill brushed down your spine and you suddenly felt like Namjoon was either not in his right mind or he wasn't Namjoon anymore. You reply back warily.

YN: Daddy

A silence.

You places your phone on silent and fell back asleep after placing the phone back on the night stand. Little did you know of the message that he sent before being deleted by him.