A/N:

Cringe warning ahead. Moderately mature.

#sorry

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"I'm not sleeping with you!"

"I'm not asking you to sleep with me, but Min is crying, I guess she wants you to pat her"

"Then you need to leave!"

"She won't sleep unless I sing her a lullaby and you pat her, you know that!"

Even though we had decorated Minjee's room, it still had to be aired before we shifted her in there, so she had to sleep in Jimins bed. And I had to be there too in case she needed anything. Jimin was supposed to sleep on the couch in the living room but she wouldn't let go of him, so he stayed, lying beside her and singing her lullabies. His voice was beautiful, and I found myself leaning against the doorframe, looking at him, and her, and wondering things that a girl like me couldn't afford to wish for.

That's when Min started crying and he asked me to start patting her.

After arguing for quite a while, I decided to give up and went to the bed, lying on her other side and patting her while he sang her the lullaby. I gulped down.

Was that how a family felt?

Why did it feel like they filled up the emptiness inside me that neither a career, nor independence had been able to?

I drifted into a deep slumber before I knew it, only to open my eyes early in the morning to a sleeping Min, with no sign of him around. I looked around, trying to see through the soft golden pink light of that beautiful day.

The washroom door opened and out came a half naked Jimin with only a towel around his waist. He rubbed his wet hair with a towel, all the while smirking at me. He knew he was hot and was giving me ample time to admire his well sculpted body too.

Why you little tease...

"What are you doing?" I hissed in a sleepy voice, trying not to wake up Min.

"Coming out of a shower?" he whispered back.

"Do you mind not scarring my eyes?"

"Come on, you should be thankful"

"For real?"

"Yeah, I mean... look at me!"

Our whole conversation was taking place in loud whispers, which felt really weird so I decided to put an end to it.

"I can't believe you!" I said getting up and walking towards the washroom.

"The lock just broke" he said over his shoulder.

"WHAT?" I yelled.

"shhh!" he put a finger on his plump lips, which pressed them down a bit, making them even more attractive.

"What?" I lowered my voice to a hiss.

"I'm kidding, what did you think we are having here, a porno?"

"Eff off you ogre"

"You know you want meh"

"In your dreams"

"I told you, you aren't my type"

"I never asked if I was"

I stuck out my tongue and went inside.

After I was done with the shower, I realized that all my clothes were in the guest room ( and I had no clean ones to change into, at hand.

I tried to think of a way to get to the guest room without giving that pervert a view of my bare skin but after few moments of deep thought, I decided to do just the opposite. I decided to walk out wrapped in a towel without a care because number one, I wasn't his type anyway. Number two, as a human I had equal rights to be as much of a tease as he was being. I nodded furiously and stepped out.

He wasn't in the bedroom. I exhaled a sigh of relief and continued my journey towards the guest room through the living room.

I heard a whistling sound as soon as I entered the living room. As I looked back, I saw Park freaking Jimin perched on the couch, still with only the towel on.

"Is there a problem?" I asked, hand on a hip.

"Yes, that towel" he pointed towards the towel wrapped around me.

"Eff off" I ignored him and continued.

"You look good from behind!"

Seriously this dude!

"Your ass is rounder than mine!" I retorted, turning around to face him.

"So you admit it?"

"Admit what?"

"That you want me?"

"I don't"

"Well," he got up and started walking slowly towards me, his gaze locked with mine " I can make you want me" he said in my ear as he stopped only an inch away from me.

My breathing became more rapid, and my heart started beating faster as i took in his perfect chest and toned abs. I looked back in his eyes and saw him biting his lower lip. His hair, still wet, weren't making it easier for me to avert my gaze either. Damn, I didn't even like him, why was I feeling all those things? My instinct told me to move away before it got too late.

"How about nah?" I raised an eyebrow and tried walking away, but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into him. My back crashed into his rock hard chest and my eyes shut close on their own as I felt his lips caressing my bare shoulder.

"Don't be so cheeky baby girl," he said huskily in my ear " Daddy can..."

He wasn't ready for what happened next though, probably because he had no idea how much I hated that word.

I turned around like a wild cat, grabbing his shoulder and hitting him right in the groin with my knee. My spinning around like a hurricane had sent his towel down to the floor and my knee had hit a certain area in it's unclothed form. Unfortunately I realised it only after it had been done.

He cursed and bent down, holding the damaged organ while I stood there, confused about whether to cover my eyes or my mouth, or bleach my knee. That weird feeling of touching him there was still lingering on my knee and it felt very uncomfortable.

"Um... ew"

"Shut up!"

"Look, it was a very traumatic experience for me too so let's call it even, okay?" I turned around, unable to look at the almost naked man wreathing on the ground in a fetal position, holding the towel around him and hissing in pain.

"Get me an ice pack!" he ordered in a raspy voice.

"Get it yourself!"

"Honestly, can you just not be a feminist for like five minutes?"

"Fine!"

I packed the ice cubes in a plastic bag and handed them over to him without looking.

"I'll get you clothes, tell me when you are decent. I have to feed Min, it's about time"

He cursed again.

That wasn't the type of start to a day I wanted. But then again, probably his was worse.