Daddy Jeon
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𝙲͢𝚑͢𝚊͢𝚙͢𝚝͢𝚎͢𝚛͢ 𝟷͢𝟸͢
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The next morning, papa is driving us all to school. I'm struggling with the urge to text Jungkook but then suppressing it when I'm worried that I'll bother him or seem too clingy. Thankfully, he messages me first.
Daddy Jeon: I'm waiting outside the school for you. don't walk in without me
BBW: daddy😍I would never forget you 🫶
Daddy Jeon: stop calling me that
Daddy Jeon: and what is BBW supposed to mean
BBW: normally it would be big beautiful woman but with me it means beautiful black wolf 💅🏾
BBW: and anything for daddy🧎🏾♀️except that
Daddy Jeon: 🙄
Daddy Jeon: whatever mommy says
I choke and papa looks over at me from the driver's seat.
My father is from the Deep South of the Louisiana bayou. In addition to his strong Cajun accent, he has a very unique but intriguing appearance. Unlike the rounder facial shape of mom's that we've all inherited, his is more angular, the lower half of his face covered in a short clipped, dark goatee. Right now his braids are piled into a bun at the back of his head and there's light bags below his eyes. Selwyn had woken everyone up last night complaining of ear pain. After a trip to our doctor it was determined that he has an ear infection.
"You talkin' ta' that boy?" He growls out. He acts like a grumpy, overprotective dad when in actuality, he's the male role model that taught me that men are supposed to be caring and gentle to women. On Valentine's Day he doesn't just get roses for mom, but gets them for mama and all of his daughters. Mama does the same for the boys.
"Yeah." I reply happily, completely content at poking the bear that is papa's (practically nonexistent) temper. "We had our first date last night."
"Poor guy." Atticus remarks from the backseat. "Had to get stuck with you." Then because he's worse than the asshole stain that Zeus probably leaves on behind on his throne, he turns on that wretched song I hate.
"First class up in the." And the sentence ends there before going into another because the song was written by tortoise's left nut. "I can see the whole city from this balcony."
Do tortoises have nutsacks?
"Leave Kreesha alone!" Seven-year-old Lavinia is always the sibling that jumps first to my defense. "Stupid!"
"The only stupid one here is Lucretia." Atticus fires back. This boy has beef with me for no reason.
Peregrine, the four year old stares at us with huge eyes. She hates when we argue. "Please don't fight." She says in a quiet voice.
Deciding to take control of this situation in her own special way, Tsubaki holds Lavinia's hand and speaks over everyone else loudly. "I'd like to announce," she looks around before choosing Atticus' twin, "drum roll please, Cassius." Cassius, the good twin, slaps away at his backpack. "I'd like to announce...That I just farted."
As the younger three giggle hysterically, dad, Atticus, Cassius and I scramble to roll down the windows in a panic.
Thankfully in just thirty seconds we reach the high school and both Tsubaki and I manage to escape the stankmobile.
"FUH," Tsubaki blows out a big mouth of air. "Must've been those grits." It's funny that she had no idea what grits even were the first time she had breakfast at my house but now every time she's over requests them. Of course, with an unhealthy helping of butter and cheese on top.
My youngest siblings all call and wave goodbye and blow kisses out the window for me and Tsubaki as they drive away, creating a loud raucous that I've gotten used to over the years.
Two seconds later, Antonia exits from a car glaring at absolutely everyone. When I wave she gives a half-assed smile as she heads to where we stand. Anticipation at seeing my chosen brings me to look around the crowd for him at the drop off area but he's no where in sight.
Just when I'm reaching for my phone to text him, two arms glide around my waist as I'm hugged from behind. Both of my friends stop and stare (along with several other students) as Jungkook hugs me and murmurs a good morning. I'm just glad that no one can see how hot my face is due to my skin tone.
"Morning." I reply, randomly feeling shy. "Tsubaki and Antonia are here too." I don't know why I said that. He's not blind. "Mm." He rumbles against my neck. Antonia yawns and Tsubaki remains silent.
Normally I'd reciprocate any affection but this isn't the normal type of hugging. This is the werewolf kind that's done purposely in front of witnesses to sort of 'stake his claim', and let the humans who can't smell his scent on me know I'm his.
I'm his.
Inwardly I scream at the realization.
The other students break into whispered conversations that I don't try to block out. I want to hear every word and jealous note in their tone. That's right, hoes. I trapped this fine ass. Eventually Antonia makes a move as though she's about to attack one of them and out of fear they all disperse quickly, but never stop whispering.
"Bestie!" A shrill voice sings before someone knocks into us. I look back to see Felix clinging onto Jungkook's back like a koala. In turn Jungkook tries to shrug him off but fails.
They begin to tussle and as consequence I'm released. Already done with the universe even though her day had just begun 0.7 seconds ago, Antonia grabs my arm and leads me away. Somewhere behind us Felix screams as Jungkook attacks him.
The rest of the day goes by normally.
Oh look at that, a lie.
All day the other students stare and gossip about us in whispered conversations so much that it feels like we're on a reality tv show. It's not me that's popular, it's Jungkook. For forever he's been that 'it' guy that every girl crushes on and every boy wants to be friends with. Me? I'm just known as 'that black foreigner' despite how many years go by. But sometimes when the tennis club wins a match against an opposing school they call me Serena Williams and that's nice.
The attention today, the glares from girls, the hatred fueled comments and staring does not bother me in the least. I'm with the hottest man alive and I soak that up. Landing Jungkook is the biggest flex ever and I am reveling in all the attention.
The day wears on and it's immediately obvious that everyone knows that something is going on between Jungkook and I. At first it started with the back hug to start off the day. Then it became more obvious when he persistently stuck to my side between classes. Then even more when he forced his way into sitting next to me in the three classes that we share.
The skinship part worried me a lot. The teachers here are strict for no reason and don't allow couples to publicly show affection like that. School is simply for learning, they say. Yet oddly enough, not a single one of them bat an eye when Jungkook so openly touches me. It's so weird. Did he bribe them or something?
It's when we walk into history class together, his hand holding mine in a firm grip, that my happy little bubble bursts.
This is the only lesson that I share with Wooyoung and we always sit together. I wouldn't say that we're as close as I am with my girlfriends, but he's got a special place in my heart. Wooyoung is the person that helped me to mold my curse into a gift.
Before him, I did my best to avoid the spirits that would come to me. In my heart it felt wrong but I was scared of them. Occasionally I would give in and acknowledge them. Some advice here and there. Sometimes I would indulge and help them find closure. What I never did was accept this part of myself.
Then we met and spilled our secret abilities to one another. It unraveled from there. He told me of his own struggles. An apotropaic mage whose religious parents disowned him for practicing witchcraft. Now he and his older brother, Hongjoong (also disowned for the same reason) are living in a coven with 6 other mages.
Through his own story and a lot of encouragement, he motivated me to accept that side of myself. And because of that, we started our own little business of paranormal investigation.
As much as the general public likes to be skeptical of the supernatural, we sure do get a lot of requests. Ranging from 'my lights are flickering and I hear footsteps when I'm alone' to 'I dream of demons and wake up with bruises and scratches', we've seen it all. Sometimes with the more powerful demons we have to call in the other members of his coven to help. It's not our biggest passion, but we make use of our abilities and it comes with a sizable wage that we split down the middle.
And now back to why my happiness is deflating like a flattened balloon.
Jungkook and I walk into the classroom and he guides us to my usual preferred seat instead of his own. I glance over at him when his hand flexes in my own to find him eyeing the doorway with a cold stare. Trepidation setting my nerves into an anxiety riddled mess, I follow his line of sight to see Wooyoung happily making his way towards us.
I don't know if it's the mate bond or just a simple intuition that tells me to do so, but I tug on my chosen's hand.
"Jungkook, be nice."
He completely ignores me.
Giving us a confused look, Wooyoung drops into the desk directly in front of me. Jungkook visibly stiffens and his eyes are practically screaming homicide.
Oh my Hades, he's so hot.
Wooyoung pays him no mind and asks me, "So you banging the werewolf now? Congratulations."
Jungkook, who has released my hand only to wrap his arm around my shoulders, tenses up and stares silently.
"Not yet." I try for my usual light tone and missing it by a wide margin. Instead my voice holds a weak note to it. "But he's decided to give me a chance."
I should have said that we decided to give us a chance. Because something passes over my friend's face and his gaze slips to the wolf at my side.
"No," Wooyoung speaks as he and Jungkook stare one another down. "You're giving him a chance. He's the lucky one here."
The corner of Jungkook's mouth twitches.
"Hahaha," when I try to laugh to lighten the mood it comes out awkwardly instead and increases the tension. Someone HELP. "Jungkook, this is Wooyoung, Wooyoung, this is Jungkook. He's my friend."
Neither one of them says a word. I swear they stared each other down for a century before Wooyoung turns to me.
"We have a client who requests us for tonight. She said that she can wait if she has to, but I'd rather not. She's very scared and so desperate that she offered to double our average charge if we came as soon as possible."
From his place at my side Jungkook finally moves his attention from his friend to me. Of course he does. He knows I have a curse but doesn't know what it is. He doesn't even know that I have this job.
Biding my time until I have to spill my most personal information to him seems like the correct course to take. So I nod and ask my friend to text me the details. Before he can, the lesson begins but I don't hear a single snippet of it. With my chosen next to me, touching me and sitting there like a volcano about to erupt, I can't focus on anything.
Since the start his hand had been squeezing my shoulder and not once during the lesson does he let up. One of his legs bounces constantly and his tongue pokes at his inner cheek for the longest time.
And now to part where all of my daydreams come crashing down.
"You can't be friends with him anymore."
When everyone else left the classroom, my chosen held me back with a pointed look. As soon as we're alone he says this absurd thing.
"You mean Wooyoung?"
"Of course I mean Wooyoung." He spits. I don't like the way he says my friend's name. Like it's poison on his tongue.
"Why not?" Genuinely I thought there was a good reason for Jungkook's malice. Boy was I wrong.
"You can't be friends with men anymore." He says this so firmly, with so much conviction that I almost listen. Almost.
And even then it's only because he's so fricken hot.
"Why not?" The same words repeated seem to irritate him.
"Because I said so."
That just pisses me off. But I hold onto my temper. I have to. Lycans don't get mad. They become enraged. Legit. If that happened here I would rip one of his terminator arms off of him and beat him to death with it. And I like his terminator arms right where they are.
"If you have a real reason for wanting me to quit talking to him, then I'm willing to listen. But you can't just order me around and expect me to obey like a puppy."
"Why not? If you told me to stop talking to other girls then I would."
Is he a child? "Ok." I shrug. "Then from now on you're not to talk to your friend's mates."
"Kitty-noona and Red-noona?" No idea who that is but I nod and he scoffs. "That's ridiculous. That's my pack mate's soulmates. They're part of the pack."
"Oooh so since they're your friends then it's ok for you to talk to them? You have a point there. I completely understand."
I smile and he glares.
"It's not the same thing." He eventually declares firmly, his tone indicating that he's not going to budge.
I wonder if he might calm down if I were to touch him. It would definitely help me. But we've only been dating for eleven hours twenty three minutes and fifty seven seconds. Are we at the stage where it's allowed to touch each other freely? You'd think so. The man had his tongue all over me last night.
But I'm not sure if that's ok—and I can't say that it would actually help to calm him—so I hold back. Instead I try for a more gentle, placating tone.
"Jungkook...let's talk about it, ok? Is this your Wolf's issue, or is it you?"
"Why are you fighting me on this so hard?"
At this question his face hardens and something tells me to be very careful with my next words. But what do I say? The obvious answer is that Wooyoung is my friend and that Jungkook is being unreasonable. Not to mention unfair and just stupid. Besides, it's not like we're each others first for anything. Both of us have been with other people.
While I've had sex plenty of times, I've never had a boyfriend. To unmated lycans, sex is just a physical thing. All of our emotions and impulses are animalistic because we are animals. We can have sex and not have it be intimate. Really, we have a higher sex drive since our emotions are so intense. But to engage in any relationship equals intimacy.
However, Jungkook has dated plenty of other girls. I know that for a fact because obviously I'm obsessed with him and have been for years. Every time he started dating someone new my heart broke more and more. And of course they all talked about him. He's had sex as well according to the rumors.
But I've never brought any of this up. I don't care. Since we're together now the past doesn't matter. What's important is the present and the future. It doesn't matter to me if he talks to other women. As long as he's not flirting with them...or looking at them for too long...or complimenting them, that's fine.
So how do I reply to this situation? Should I relent for now? He does struggle with his wolf. Maybe I should try to be more understanding.
Before I can reply, he speaks up again. With an exaggerated sigh his face turns away and he crosses his arms. "It's both of us. He's bad, but then I am too. I don't like it. I don't want you to talk to him and both of us want to crush his eyeballs for looking at you. And when you smile at him I want to pulverize his brain and shove it up his ass."
See? Honesty is good.
"But that would require you touching his butthole. Especially if you're shoving things in there. That's at least two knuckles deep. Are you comfortable with that knowledge, Jungkook?"
"I'M NOT COMFORTABLE WITH ANYTHING YOU JUST SAID."
"Daddy, either calm down or spank me.
He sends me a harsh glare before he grabs me and squishes me against his chest. There's a rumbled sound of approval from him when I lay my head on his man titties. Dang these are nice. Can't wait to play with them. Or lick whip cream off of them. Or motorboat them.
I wonder if Jungkook is into role playing. If so, I would totally be into it. Say, for instance, he was a pirate with an eyepatch. Holy Himeros, Jungkook would look so hot with an eyepatch. And I could be his sexy damsel that he's kidnapped to take out into the high seas so he can loot my booty and I could deep throat his plank.
"What was he talking about clients for? You two work together?"
Rude. I was in the middle of a fantasy, Jungkook.
I remain silent, apprehensive about this moment coming so soon and worried about what type of reaction I'd get when he learns what my curse is. Anything negative and I'll cry. Literally anything. The corner of his mouth could turn down an infinitesimal (I'm using big words today) fraction and I'll cry.
"He...um...we do... It has to do with my...my curse."
"Hm."
Surprisingly, that's the only reaction I get instead of a lot of questions. It shouldn't, but it makes me even more nervous. Nervous enough to question it.
"Because you haven't said what the curse is so I assumed you weren't ready to share." His hand cups my cheek as I stare up at him in astonishment. Two seconds ago he was a controlling alpha wolf and now he's gentle and understanding. "I pay more attention to you than you think I do."
"You do?" My heart can't take this. He nods and I reply lamely, "oh."
"Share it when you're ready." The thumb at my cheekbone strokes my skin and my brain is filleted over a hot bed of coals. "But-" he pauses mid sentence and the muscles of his jaw do this incredibly sexy flexing thing. "If you have to work with him, don't touch him. Or smile or laugh."
"Yes, daddy."
"Mommy, chill."
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