Daddy's Little Brat || Vmin

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I was confused and I wanted out of a this madness.

I knew exactly what I was getting myself into yet I was only thinking of a moment's pleasure.

"Tae Tae?" he called in a small voice, one I never knew existed within him.

"Go after him. Go get him back."

I tense at his words, they hit me harder than a truck.

"I'm sorry I couldn't be the one but I want you to be happy, even if my presence isn't needed."

I raised up and stared yoongi dead in the face, trying to read his eyes.

Nothing. I see nothing but disappointment and understanding.

I gently kissed his cheek before laying back on his chest, his heart now slowing down as he slipped into slumber.

"Thank you."

Jimin POV

I actually expected him to be the pussy I know he is and comply with my demand.

But no.

No, the bitch kicked me out.

Just gathered all my belongings, shoved it into my arms and kicked me out.

Humiliation doesn't even begin to describe how I felt when I stood in my underwear in the hall with my clothes in my hand and the door literally just slammed in my face.

The nerves of him. Who the hell does he think he is?

I can acquire anyone I want to suck my cock, I don't need him specifically.

Guess that meant he didn't miss me and he was just in for a good fuck.

I'll admit that if that had been the case, I was flattered that he went as far as to seek me out for that.

Just goes as far as to say I truly am that good.

As I sit at my counter digging out a bowl of espresso ice cream, my mind jumps back to the past.

I miss Taehyung more than I care to say but I'm as much of a pussy as Jungkook is to admit so.

I had told him that we had to call off our relationship so my dad can accept me back into his life but sadly, that action was proven pointless since dad still hates me to this day.

Mom might've been more accepting than him I think, more understanding.

I wish I knew her before she left, that sure would've helped me to relate to her if ever we had anything in common, though when I was in high school, dad accidently blurted out that we both were homosexuals (she already being one and me being more than likely to become one).

But minus all the drama and heartbreak I've been forced to suffer and intake, I'd been doing well life-wise.

I'd been attending dance classes and also I'd become a substitute sex education teacher.

So yeah, my life has turned pretty well after all the bull shit.

Classic case of rising above it all and I couldn't be happier.

I just kinda wished there was someone I could share this-

I jump when I hear a knock on my door.

I knew the bitch would come around.

I'm merely irresistible.

I stuff my ice cream back into the freezer and fluff my hair up a bit, making myself look sexy and presentable.

I know it's him but nonetheless I act like the precious ass that I am.

"Who is it?" I sing out cutely before I turn the knob and pull the door open.

Did I ever mention my occasional asthma attacks?

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I've lost all interest and knowledge of this book but apparently I announced a face reveal in the past so:

Why do I look so weird in selfies? 😂