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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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Work Colleague

"This is the result of your reckless behavior, Mahila-san." Takeru tapped his favorite pen on the table while sitting on his proud chair.

His eyes looked far away. He reached for the cell phone that was lying on his desk sweetly.

"Moshi moshi. Hm. I'm going to Busan. Fine. Hm."

Pip!

Phone is off. To be more precise, Takeru hung up the phone.

"Mendokusaina... (Lazy...)" Takeru complained while resting his head on his hands that were on the table.

"Chichi (parents / harsh words to call Father) is really annoying. Huh! Mendokusai! (Troublesome!)" he grumbled again.

In his prolonged grunt, his flat-screen cell phone rang again.

"Hello." The greeting said 'hello' to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Maa ne. (Yes, that's how it is)" he said answering the caller who didn't know what he said.

"Majide? (you swear?)" Takeru's face turned pale.