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My Childish Papa

Rather than fighting destiny that was already written, Ryushin preferred to follow fate. Wouldn't destiny force us if we refused, and fate would guide us if we followed it? No matter the identity of the mother, the most important thing for Ryushin in this world is only Kim Jangjun aka Ujang. Papa as well as the older brother to him. The only family Ryushin has in this world. *** From the very beginning, family for Jangjun was not a joy that was given to him just like that. It was something he had to protect with relentless persistence. Jangjun gently stroked the 14 year old teenager who was lying on his bed. He is now sitting on the edge of the bed. It seemed just yesterday that he was overwhelmed by the redness of the baby. Without realizing it, years have passed. The baby has now become a handsome teenager. Slanted eyes that show only one line when smiling, a swollen nose, and full lips that look sensual. This boy was truly a reflection of himself. It was as if he looked in the mirror face to face with the boy who liked this ice cream. It felt like Jangjun was seeing his old self now. However, there were times when he felt that this boy was not a reflection of himself, but ... "Don't touch me! What are you doing, heh? Are you a pedophile who wants a handsome teenager like me," Ryushin held his body tightly.

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Goodbye

'Because I still love you very much, Kenkyo-chan. It doesn't matter if you now belong to someone else. As long as I'm still breathing, I'll protect you with all my life.'

Yamada tightened his grip on Kenkyo who was still sobbing. His vision began to blur from the blow to his head earlier. He faintly saw a shadowy figure approaching. The figure was hiding something from under his jacket. Shiny thing.

Yamada's eyes widened. He quickly turned his body to be in Kenkyo's position now. His body jerked. He looked down. The blade stabbed him in the back until it penetrated his chest.

Red blood dripped. Coughing, Yamada staggered forward. The blade pierced deeper into his chest. His bloodied fingers were getting more and more bloodied, pressing the knife so it wouldn't stick out any further.

Stuffy as if the throat constricted. It's hard to breathe air.