In which 21year-old paramedic and closeted little Park Jimin is unknowingly texting his grumpy roommate.
Or
In which 24year-old producer and daddy dom Min Yoongi is unknowingly texting his cute roommate.
myg + pjm
[Contains Cg/l dynamics and mature...
Jimin choked on his tears as he tried to take deep breaths trough his nose.
"It's all my fault", he whimpered, barely audible. "I disappointed h-hyung."
The boy wiped the tears from his eyes madly, a pathetic sob leaving his lips as he tried his best to stand up.
Why was he being such a drama queen?! Why couldn't he just grow up ?! And that's when it hit him.
He was just a little boy.
Jimin latched onto the closest stuffie he could get a hold of (which turned out to be Lord Snizzle The First) and sobbed into its fur.
"'M so-rry dada", he whimpered, rubbing his wet cheek into Lord Snizzle The First's head. "I'm a big boy, I'm a big boy pro-promise.."
Many tears later, exhaustion got the best of him and forced him into a restless slumber.
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It was't until later that evening that Jimin woke up, still in his headspace. He was scared to leave his room, scared to confront his daddy.
What if dada hates me now?, tears welled up at the mere thought of his beloved caregiver and boyfriend leaving him.
Taking cautious steps towards the door of the room, Lord Snizzle The First still tight in his grip, the small boy unlocked the door and opened it. He peeked into the dark hallway, only the light of the livingroom illuminating a third of it. Jimin could barely hear the faint sound of the telly in the distance, his own heartbeat hammering in his ears. Clutching the stuffed donkey closer to his chest, he made his way into the living room, carefully glancing inside just to see his daddy's back turned to him.
He took a deep breath, scared of the older's reaction but stepped into the room nonetheless. The floor felt cold against his bare feet as he toddled over to the couch.
Yoongi, who had of course taken notice of the soft pitter-patter of his little boy's feet, didn't budge, determined to not give in too easily.
"D-Dada?", Jimin's voice grabbed his attention, hoarse from crying.
The older's heart stung but he kept a straight face, not even averting his eyes from the screen.
"Hm?"
The little frowned. Why wouldn't his daddy look at him?
"I..", he trailed off, not sure if the older was ever willing to forgive him. He'd disrespected him, he'd disappointed him.
"I'm sowwy!", Jimin bawled, tiny hands letting go of Lord Snizzle The First to rub the already streaming tears from his eyes. "I've been a bad boy!" (A/N: stop it I can already see all your nasty comments)
Yoongi bit his lip. He mustn't give in. Jimin needed to learn his lesson.
"Jimin", the older spoke coldly, now finally setting his eyes on his dongsaeng. "You were very naughty."
Said boy nodded furiously and sobbed even louder.
"I know!", he wailed, guilt practically eating him up.
"You didn't listen."
"You yelled at daddy."
"You slammed the door."
"You had a potty mouth."
"You threw a tantrum."
"You said very mean things", Yoongi sighed upon listening to his little boy's wails.
"Daddy gets hurt too, you know?"
That did it for Jimin. He cried even louder, latching onto his caregiver's leg with no intention to let go anytime soon.
"'M sowwy dada!", he whimpered, his tears soaking into the material of Yoongi's sweatpants. "Jiminie so very berry sowwy!"
Yoongi couldn't help the small chuckle escape his lips and he pulled the younger up, craddling him in his lap (not forgetting to pick up Lord Snizzles The First and put him into Jimin's arms).
"Shh bug", he tried to calm the little, stroking his back tenderly. "It's ok."
"'M sowwy f-for shouting and the door and b-being a meanie dada", Jimin sniveled into the crook of Yoongi's neck as he nibbled on the shirt's collar.
"It's ok bug, daddy forgives you", his caregiver smiled and combed his slender fingers trough Jimin's silver hair. "Just don't do it anymore please. I just don't want you all lonely while I'm gone. Alright?"
The younger nodded, holding up his tiny pinky. "Promise."
Yoongi laughed and wrapped his pinky around the smaller one before kissing their interlocked fingers. "Good job my little prince."
"I'll always try my best for you", Jimin looked up and smiled, his eyes forming sparkling crescents. "My princess."
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Though Jimin completely did not agree (because he'd said sorry!), Yoongi insisted punishment was necessary which lead to the two males currently sitting in front of the rules sheet which they had especially taken off the fridge.
"So?", Yoongi raised a brow at the pouting younger. "Which one did you break?"
Jimin's pout intensified as he reluctantly pointed at the first one.
"Number 1, always listen to daddy", he mumbled and played with a sticker that was slowly coming off."
"Good bug. And?"
"..Number 3, no throwing tantrums."
"And?"
"...Number 7, remember manners."
"And?"
"....Number 8, no bad words."
"How many is that?", Yoongi asked and smiled as Jimin counted them off his chubby fingers.
"4 dada."
"Good. How about I'll let you write down every rule 5 times so you'll remember them properly?"
Jimin's eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"5 times?!", he whined, letting his head fall on Yoongi's shoulder. "That's like ..a gazzilion!"
"I'm sure you'll manage bug", Yoongi smiled and kissed the younger's forehead. "And then it's bedtime. We gotta be up early tomorrow, Taehyung's waiting."
"DADA!"
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