[FIC] All The Pins and The Pricks 5/??
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[listening to:| rivermaya - you’ll be safe here ]
Title: All The Pins and The Pricks
Length: Series 5/??
Author: hell_angel_v2
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Genre: Angst (lots of it), Romance, Fluff
Summary: Certain circumstances force JaeJoong and YunHo apart. 5 years pass and YunHo is back in Korea, with a vengeance. With more misunderstandings and bigger hurdles to overcome, will they ever sort things out?
Comments: Original plotbunny belongs to jaehoyoosumin, the rest of the twist and turns I owe to my bored imagination. Oh, there are mentions of Mpreg, but not discussed in detail.
[ Prologue] [ 1] [ 2] [ 3]
Before anything else, I made a character profile here. You might want to check it out before you read. ^-^
Chapter 4: It’s A Pleasure to Be Sad
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The meeting with the bank officials had been long and stress-inducing, plus the fact that the chairs in the conference room were old and uncomfortable only made matters worse. “Mr. Kim, what happened to the chairs I wanted for the conference room?”
“They’re going to be replaced tomorrow, Sir.” He answered immediately. For the first few days, JaeJoong had always been needed to be addressed more than once: he had been so used to that voice calling him Joongie, Jae, and most times in the past, Boo. He’d never been ‘Mr. Kim’ to YunHo, and it took him a while to get used. “Is there anything else you need?” It was almost time for him to go home, and he was preparing to head out.
“How much time do I have?”
When YunHo said that, JaeJoong cursed himself for even asking. “I could order you some dinner, Sir. I know a place where they make it fast.” He suggested instead, wanting to get himself out of the situation before it was too late.
“That didn’t answer my question.” YunHo stated as he took his jacket off. He knew what the other man was trying to do, and he wasn’t going to let him.
JaeJoong had the sick suspicion that he knew what was coming. He had often been asked the same question for the past three weeks, and only one thing came out of it. Well, 3 things actually- he had to give YunHo a hand job the first week, a blow job for the second, and YunHo had advanced to finger-fucking him just 3 days ago- but it was the same difference. “You have about 2 hours before you have to be home.” YunHo’s next words only confirmed his thoughts.
“Come over here.” YunHo was standing beside his desk, one hand leaning on it and loosening his tie with the other. His hair was disheveled from his fingers running through it in exhaustion and glimpses of his chest were revealed as he worked his dress shirt open.
If things hadn’t changed, JaeJoong would’ve bounced his way to the sensual sight the other man made. When their lips met, his heart would’ve fluttered and it would’ve been filled with delight the moment YunHo’s palm touched his skin. But things were different now: what would’ve been playful teasing in YunHo’s eyes was now replaced by a stony stare, there were no reminders of stony stare, there were no reminders of the sweet and heart warming kisses they used to share in the harsh crashing of their lips, and his touch was nowhere near compassionate.
The kiss (if it could even be called that) was abruptly broken when YunHo stepped back. “On your knees.”
JaeJoong would’ve loved to believe that he was doing this in fear of losing his job. He knew that that would’ve made the sound of his knees hitting the floor less of a jibe at his pride, the sight of his hands unzipping YunHo’s pants to fish his cock out seem less defiling, and it would’ve made the whole act he was about to perform altogether easier to swallow (A/N no pun intended, promise! >.<). But he knew in the deep recesses of his mind that for some twisted reason, he was enduring the torment because this person was none other than YunHo. It made the emotional torture easier to bear knowing he was doing this for a person that he loves, no matter how depressing it may sound. The fact that it was YunHo was grounds enough for JaeJoong to overlook all the million reasons that he should despise the man instead.
YunHo looked down and he had to fight the urge to groan. He had discovered two flaws in his plan of degrading JaeJoong by making him his ‘whore’, so to speak. First was that five years of loathing or abhorrence and mentally killing the man at least twice a day couldn’t make him any less beautiful. In fact, he had often caught himself getting hard just by watching his graceful figure go about the office while working. He had also developed a fascination with the man’s recently platinum blonde hair. The second was that their time apart hadn’t made JaeJoong forget how to play his body like a harp. The way he ran his tongue over the length of that jutting vein along the underside of his cock while his fingers fondled his balls told him as much. It was getting terribly hard to keep himself totally silent- yes, he was that determined to not let JaeJoong have any satisfaction on this- and he finally had to speak. “Get it as wet as you can, that’s all the lubrication you’re gonna get.”
He regretted the instant those words left his mouth. Not because he knew those spiteful words would hurt the other, he meant his words to do just that. He regretted it because it only made the other man bob his head more frantically. He could feel JaeJoong sucking on the head of his sex all the harder, tongue swirling around the tip in that all-too-familiar fashion, and then let go to lick around his cock with the breadth of his tongue.
Laving his tongue around the length in front of him, JaeJoong was getting it as wet as he could without spitting on it. He was going to take it back into his mouth when his head was caught mid-dive, hands pulling at his hair. He was yanked away a little too violently and his eyes stung from more than just the physical pain. No one else had handled him so sadistically, but then, there had been no one else besides YunHo so he had no basis for comparison in the first place.
A flash of guilt made itself known in YunHo’s heart when he saw the pained look on JaeJoong’s face. At that moment, he wanted to do nothing but caress the other’s hair in apology and kiss him senseless to erase that expression from his face. But he pushed those thoughts at the back of his head and reminded himself that he was doing this to insult JaeJoong instead.
“Get those pants off and lean over the table. Now.”
JaeJoong hurried to do as he was told and turned towards the desk, letting his pants and underwear pool around his feet. He leaned down to brace his body on his forearms and willed his body to relax, knowing it will only make things easier to endure. Again, he found himself closing his eyes. Because with eyes closed, he realized that it was easier to pretend. It was easier for him to visualize that the hands parting his ass cheeks were nothing but caring. Any illusions he might have, however, were quickly shattered by YunHo’s sudden thrust.
YunHo held onto JaeJoong’s hips and pushed inside. But JaeJoong was so tight that he couldn’t get all the way in the first attempt. The searing heat clamping around his the tip of his sex made it harder to think, but YunHo had eventually gathered his wits enough to try again. This time using all his strength, he pushed forward against JaeJoong’s resisting muscles.
Five years of celibacy and no proper preparation made the other man’s intrusion hurt like hell. He felt like his flesh was tearing apart and that he would soon be split in two. He wanted to scream in protest, but the part of him that had been waiting for YunHo for five years, that part of him that had been craving to be with the other, made him bear the agony in silence.
Without so much as a warning, YunHo started to thrust in earnest, purposely ignoring whatever pain he knew he must’ve been causing the man beneath him. He just drove on and closed his eyes to concentrate on the impossible tightness gripping him. The sparse lubrication provided friction and the heat surrounding his cock was so intense was so intense that it had him reaching his climax in no time at all.
JaeJoong soon felt the warm gush of YunHo’s release flooding his insides and thanked the gods that it finally was over. The other’s seed inside him provided a small comfort to his abuse channel but he couldn’t help but hiss at the sting of the other man pulling out.
YunHo permitted himself to mentally wince at the blood staining his cock, but disregarded JaeJoong’s pained hiss. He reached for the box of tissues to clean himself up and said in a nonchalant tone, “Get yourself in order and be back in time for work tomorrow.”
A dull thud beside his head told him that YunHo threw the box back on the table. JaeJoong could hear the rustle of a zipper being pulled back up and a few moments more the click of a shutting door alerted him that YunHo had left. Only then could he let the tears flow. He let himself slide down to the floor, ignoring the disapproving ache that shot up his spine. He allowed himself some self-pity and just stayed where he was, crying his eyes out. He was still confused as to why YunHo had been treating him the way he was; he was certain that they parted ways peacefully. And he wanted to demand for an explanation, but it had been pretty clear that YunHo was not interested in giving him some answers. He had so many questions in his head but he was running out of time before he had to meet JunSu and MoonBin for dinner.
So he ultimately got to his feet to pull his pants back on and only then could he hear the beeping of his phone which meant he had a message waiting to be read. Thinking that he might be missing something important, he quickly fished for the device.
4:43 pm
Hyung, I’m sorry but I can’t make it to dinner. I have a stupid headache and I have to rest if I want to come to work tomorrow. Don’t worry, HeeJin ahjooma is visiting her niece there in Seoul and said she’d bring MoonBin over. Let’s just wish she doesn’t get lost on her way, god knows she has a terrible sense of direction. Kidding, hyung! She’ll be there by 5:30, so wait for them at the lobby, k?
JaeJoong looked at his watch and cursed. It was 5:45
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YunHo quickly made his way towards the hallway leading to the parking area, his mind a mess of emotions. He wanted to take revenge on JaeJoong, didn’t he? So why was he feeling like a total asshole? YunHo knew JaeJoong deserved everything that he was throwing at him for what he did to YunHo. So why on earth does he feel like he was hurting himself instead?
He knew the answer, really. If he dug deep enough he knew he would find the answer there. But he was afraid. He didn’t think that he would be able to handle it if JaeJoong hurt him again. And he couldn’t let that happen, because if he does there will be no one else to blame but himself. He should know better by now that being with JaeJoong was not option, unless he was desperate enough to hold onto something that would only wound him. And he had resolved long ago that he was not going to be that person.
With that certitude in mind, YunHo made one of the many turns he had to make before the parking lot entrance.
This turn led him to a hallway in which the washrooms for visitors were located. And outside the ladies’ room was where Kim MoonBin sat on the floor, waiting for Aunt HeeJin. He was wondering whether she got swallowed by a toilet monster or something, because she was taking SO LONG, when a form that he was sure he had seen in a picture before stopped to stand outside of one of those sliding steel doors that he couldn’t fathom the mechanism of.
YunHo stopped outside the elevator that would take him to the basement parking lot, asking himself why he chose the public one this time. He should’ve used the executive elevator, and he usually did. But something he couldn’t point his finger at was urging him to take this one instead.
It didn’t take MoonBin long before realization dawned on his five-year-old mind. It was only some months ago when he last saw that man on a picture. Wasn’t the man with his umma? Yes, he was quite sure. That was the man wearing a red and white shirt sitting beside his umma. That was his appa. And deciding to act upon his instincts as most five-year-olds tend to do, MoonBin ran towards the man.
Maybe he was in such a hurry to leave this building and get JaeJoong out of his thoughts that he decided to take this elevator. That was what YunHo was telling himself when he felt something attach itself at his right leg.
YunHo looked down, curious, only to get yelled at at his face, “Appa! Appa!”
MoonBin looked up at the man he knew to be his father, but only saw a blank look on his face. He was going to try and cry, a trick he had mastered and never failed to get the attention of his umma and most everyone else, but the man finally spoke.
YunHo saw the kid and was amazed at what he saw. He was looking through some old photographs just days ago. And he could easily tell that this kid was his splitting image. He couldn’t blame the child for mistaking him as his father. “Sorry, kid. But you got the wrong guy.”
“No, no! I’m sure! Umma says we look a lot like each other!” MoonBin tried to climb up the man’s leg at that. Maybe if he gets a closer look at me, he’ll know.
Kids shouldn’t be allowed to roam this building, and he should’ve been annoyed at the kid for pestering him. He already had so much going in his mind but he felt an unexplainable fondness for him so he decided to let the matter go. And when he noticed the kid having a hard time hiking up his leg, he decided to just sit on his haunches to help him out. Looking at him closer, YunHo could better see the resemblance and he couldn’t put in plain words the sudden warmth that filled his chest.
“What’s your name, kid?”
MoonBin smiled back at the man, happiness flooding him. He’d only seen the man’s smiling face in a picture, but this live one he had been craving for ever since he knew what the word appa meant. “My name is Kim MoonBin, five years old, from Ganghwa-gun. Nice to meet you.” He bowed.
His smile grew wider at his obvious cleverness. “That’s a nice name, MoonBin. My name is Jung YunHo.” YunHo reached out to ruffle the kid’s hair, “But I can’t be your father, because I’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Really? Then you must know my umma! He’s a boy!” Confusion showed on the man’s face.
“Is that so?”
“Yes! My umma’s name is Kim JaeJoong!”
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A/N So what do you think? Is it getting worse or better? Tell me! Sorry this chapter took so long! And I always get horribly embarrassed writing lemons, so sorry if it was total shit! And sorry for the cliff hanger! I’ll try to update very soon, promise!!
A/N 2 I know some of you are expecting a grand and/or long reunion, but it can’t just happen, you know. So sorry to disappoint you guys! >.< And some of you may be asking, Hasn’t Jae suffered enough? I know! I promise to make up for everything in the following chapters!
A/N 3 And as you might see, I’ve decided to cut this down further into twelve parts cuz I saw that there were a lot of scenes that were absolutely unnecessary. So were almost halfway, done! Yay! Don’t worry, the twelve parts is final!
AGAIN, EVERYONE, PLEASE DON’T FORGET TO VOTE!
PS due to chocolate_789’s suggestion, I changed the option to “I love it!^-^” sorry if it sounds conceited >.<
Poll APAP Chapter 4
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[listening to:| rivermaya - you’ll be safe here ]
Title: All The Pins and The Pricks
Length: Series 5/??
Author: hell_angel_v2
Rating: PG-13 - NC-17
Genre: Angst (lots of it), Romance, Fluff
Summary: Certain circumstances force JaeJoong and YunHo apart. 5 years pass and YunHo is back in Korea, with a vengeance. With more misunderstandings and bigger hurdles to overcome, will they ever sort things out?
Comments: Original plotbunny belongs to jaehoyoosumin, the rest of the twist and turns I owe to my bored imagination. Oh, there are mentions of Mpreg, but not discussed in detail.
[ Prologue] [ 1] [ 2] [ 3]
Before anything else, I made a character profile here. You might want to check it out before you read. ^-^
Chapter 4: It’s A Pleasure to Be Sad
♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
The meeting with the bank officials had been long and stress-inducing, plus the fact that the chairs in the conference room were old and uncomfortable only made matters worse. “Mr. Kim, what happened to the chairs I wanted for the conference room?”
“They’re going to be replaced tomorrow, Sir.” He answered immediately. For the first few days, JaeJoong had always been needed to be addressed more than once: he had been so used to that voice calling him Joongie, Jae, and most times in the past, Boo. He’d never been ‘Mr. Kim’ to YunHo, and it took him a while to get used. “Is there anything else you need?” It was almost time for him to go home, and he was preparing to head out.
“How much time do I have?”
When YunHo said that, JaeJoong cursed himself for even asking. “I could order you some dinner, Sir. I know a place where they make it fast.” He suggested instead, wanting to get himself out of the situation before it was too late.
“That didn’t answer my question.” YunHo stated as he took his jacket off. He knew what the other man was trying to do, and he wasn’t going to let him.
JaeJoong had the sick suspicion that he knew what was coming. He had often been asked the same question for the past three weeks, and only one thing came out of it. Well, 3 things actually- he had to give YunHo a hand job the first week, a blow job for the second, and YunHo had advanced to finger-fucking him just 3 days ago- but it was the same difference. “You have about 2 hours before you have to be home.” YunHo’s next words only confirmed his thoughts.
“Come over here.” YunHo was standing beside his desk, one hand leaning on it and loosening his tie with the other. His hair was disheveled from his fingers running through it in exhaustion and glimpses of his chest were revealed as he worked his dress shirt open.
If things hadn’t changed, JaeJoong would’ve bounced his way to the sensual sight the other man made. When their lips met, his heart would’ve fluttered and it would’ve been filled with delight the moment YunHo’s palm touched his skin. But things were different now: what would’ve been playful teasing in YunHo’s eyes was now replaced by a stony stare, there were no reminders of stony stare, there were no reminders of the sweet and heart warming kisses they used to share in the harsh crashing of their lips, and his touch was nowhere near compassionate.
The kiss (if it could even be called that) was abruptly broken when YunHo stepped back. “On your knees.”
JaeJoong would’ve loved to believe that he was doing this in fear of losing his job. He knew that that would’ve made the sound of his knees hitting the floor less of a jibe at his pride, the sight of his hands unzipping YunHo’s pants to fish his cock out seem less defiling, and it would’ve made the whole act he was about to perform altogether easier to swallow (A/N no pun intended, promise! >.<). But he knew in the deep recesses of his mind that for some twisted reason, he was enduring the torment because this person was none other than YunHo. It made the emotional torture easier to bear knowing he was doing this for a person that he loves, no matter how depressing it may sound. The fact that it was YunHo was grounds enough for JaeJoong to overlook all the million reasons that he should despise the man instead.
YunHo looked down and he had to fight the urge to groan. He had discovered two flaws in his plan of degrading JaeJoong by making him his ‘whore’, so to speak. First was that five years of loathing or abhorrence and mentally killing the man at least twice a day couldn’t make him any less beautiful. In fact, he had often caught himself getting hard just by watching his graceful figure go about the office while working. He had also developed a fascination with the man’s recently platinum blonde hair. The second was that their time apart hadn’t made JaeJoong forget how to play his body like a harp. The way he ran his tongue over the length of that jutting vein along the underside of his cock while his fingers fondled his balls told him as much. It was getting terribly hard to keep himself totally silent- yes, he was that determined to not let JaeJoong have any satisfaction on this- and he finally had to speak. “Get it as wet as you can, that’s all the lubrication you’re gonna get.”
He regretted the instant those words left his mouth. Not because he knew those spiteful words would hurt the other, he meant his words to do just that. He regretted it because it only made the other man bob his head more frantically. He could feel JaeJoong sucking on the head of his sex all the harder, tongue swirling around the tip in that all-too-familiar fashion, and then let go to lick around his cock with the breadth of his tongue.
Laving his tongue around the length in front of him, JaeJoong was getting it as wet as he could without spitting on it. He was going to take it back into his mouth when his head was caught mid-dive, hands pulling at his hair. He was yanked away a little too violently and his eyes stung from more than just the physical pain. No one else had handled him so sadistically, but then, there had been no one else besides YunHo so he had no basis for comparison in the first place.
A flash of guilt made itself known in YunHo’s heart when he saw the pained look on JaeJoong’s face. At that moment, he wanted to do nothing but caress the other’s hair in apology and kiss him senseless to erase that expression from his face. But he pushed those thoughts at the back of his head and reminded himself that he was doing this to insult JaeJoong instead.
“Get those pants off and lean over the table. Now.”
JaeJoong hurried to do as he was told and turned towards the desk, letting his pants and underwear pool around his feet. He leaned down to brace his body on his forearms and willed his body to relax, knowing it will only make things easier to endure. Again, he found himself closing his eyes. Because with eyes closed, he realized that it was easier to pretend. It was easier for him to visualize that the hands parting his ass cheeks were nothing but caring. Any illusions he might have, however, were quickly shattered by YunHo’s sudden thrust.
YunHo held onto JaeJoong’s hips and pushed inside. But JaeJoong was so tight that he couldn’t get all the way in the first attempt. The searing heat clamping around his the tip of his sex made it harder to think, but YunHo had eventually gathered his wits enough to try again. This time using all his strength, he pushed forward against JaeJoong’s resisting muscles.
Five years of celibacy and no proper preparation made the other man’s intrusion hurt like hell. He felt like his flesh was tearing apart and that he would soon be split in two. He wanted to scream in protest, but the part of him that had been waiting for YunHo for five years, that part of him that had been craving to be with the other, made him bear the agony in silence.
Without so much as a warning, YunHo started to thrust in earnest, purposely ignoring whatever pain he knew he must’ve been causing the man beneath him. He just drove on and closed his eyes to concentrate on the impossible tightness gripping him. The sparse lubrication provided friction and the heat surrounding his cock was so intense was so intense that it had him reaching his climax in no time at all.
JaeJoong soon felt the warm gush of YunHo’s release flooding his insides and thanked the gods that it finally was over. The other’s seed inside him provided a small comfort to his abuse channel but he couldn’t help but hiss at the sting of the other man pulling out.
YunHo permitted himself to mentally wince at the blood staining his cock, but disregarded JaeJoong’s pained hiss. He reached for the box of tissues to clean himself up and said in a nonchalant tone, “Get yourself in order and be back in time for work tomorrow.”
A dull thud beside his head told him that YunHo threw the box back on the table. JaeJoong could hear the rustle of a zipper being pulled back up and a few moments more the click of a shutting door alerted him that YunHo had left. Only then could he let the tears flow. He let himself slide down to the floor, ignoring the disapproving ache that shot up his spine. He allowed himself some self-pity and just stayed where he was, crying his eyes out. He was still confused as to why YunHo had been treating him the way he was; he was certain that they parted ways peacefully. And he wanted to demand for an explanation, but it had been pretty clear that YunHo was not interested in giving him some answers. He had so many questions in his head but he was running out of time before he had to meet JunSu and MoonBin for dinner.
So he ultimately got to his feet to pull his pants back on and only then could he hear the beeping of his phone which meant he had a message waiting to be read. Thinking that he might be missing something important, he quickly fished for the device.
4:43 pm
Hyung, I’m sorry but I can’t make it to dinner. I have a stupid headache and I have to rest if I want to come to work tomorrow. Don’t worry, HeeJin ahjooma is visiting her niece there in Seoul and said she’d bring MoonBin over. Let’s just wish she doesn’t get lost on her way, god knows she has a terrible sense of direction. Kidding, hyung! She’ll be there by 5:30, so wait for them at the lobby, k?
JaeJoong looked at his watch and cursed. It was 5:45
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YunHo quickly made his way towards the hallway leading to the parking area, his mind a mess of emotions. He wanted to take revenge on JaeJoong, didn’t he? So why was he feeling like a total asshole? YunHo knew JaeJoong deserved everything that he was throwing at him for what he did to YunHo. So why on earth does he feel like he was hurting himself instead?
He knew the answer, really. If he dug deep enough he knew he would find the answer there. But he was afraid. He didn’t think that he would be able to handle it if JaeJoong hurt him again. And he couldn’t let that happen, because if he does there will be no one else to blame but himself. He should know better by now that being with JaeJoong was not option, unless he was desperate enough to hold onto something that would only wound him. And he had resolved long ago that he was not going to be that person.
With that certitude in mind, YunHo made one of the many turns he had to make before the parking lot entrance.
This turn led him to a hallway in which the washrooms for visitors were located. And outside the ladies’ room was where Kim MoonBin sat on the floor, waiting for Aunt HeeJin. He was wondering whether she got swallowed by a toilet monster or something, because she was taking SO LONG, when a form that he was sure he had seen in a picture before stopped to stand outside of one of those sliding steel doors that he couldn’t fathom the mechanism of.
YunHo stopped outside the elevator that would take him to the basement parking lot, asking himself why he chose the public one this time. He should’ve used the executive elevator, and he usually did. But something he couldn’t point his finger at was urging him to take this one instead.
It didn’t take MoonBin long before realization dawned on his five-year-old mind. It was only some months ago when he last saw that man on a picture. Wasn’t the man with his umma? Yes, he was quite sure. That was the man wearing a red and white shirt sitting beside his umma. That was his appa. And deciding to act upon his instincts as most five-year-olds tend to do, MoonBin ran towards the man.
Maybe he was in such a hurry to leave this building and get JaeJoong out of his thoughts that he decided to take this elevator. That was what YunHo was telling himself when he felt something attach itself at his right leg.
YunHo looked down, curious, only to get yelled at at his face, “Appa! Appa!”
MoonBin looked up at the man he knew to be his father, but only saw a blank look on his face. He was going to try and cry, a trick he had mastered and never failed to get the attention of his umma and most everyone else, but the man finally spoke.
YunHo saw the kid and was amazed at what he saw. He was looking through some old photographs just days ago. And he could easily tell that this kid was his splitting image. He couldn’t blame the child for mistaking him as his father. “Sorry, kid. But you got the wrong guy.”
“No, no! I’m sure! Umma says we look a lot like each other!” MoonBin tried to climb up the man’s leg at that. Maybe if he gets a closer look at me, he’ll know.
Kids shouldn’t be allowed to roam this building, and he should’ve been annoyed at the kid for pestering him. He already had so much going in his mind but he felt an unexplainable fondness for him so he decided to let the matter go. And when he noticed the kid having a hard time hiking up his leg, he decided to just sit on his haunches to help him out. Looking at him closer, YunHo could better see the resemblance and he couldn’t put in plain words the sudden warmth that filled his chest.
“What’s your name, kid?”
MoonBin smiled back at the man, happiness flooding him. He’d only seen the man’s smiling face in a picture, but this live one he had been craving for ever since he knew what the word appa meant. “My name is Kim MoonBin, five years old, from Ganghwa-gun. Nice to meet you.” He bowed.
His smile grew wider at his obvious cleverness. “That’s a nice name, MoonBin. My name is Jung YunHo.” YunHo reached out to ruffle the kid’s hair, “But I can’t be your father, because I’ve never had a girlfriend.”
“Really? Then you must know my umma! He’s a boy!” Confusion showed on the man’s face.
“Is that so?”
“Yes! My umma’s name is Kim JaeJoong!”
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A/N So what do you think? Is it getting worse or better? Tell me! Sorry this chapter took so long! And I always get horribly embarrassed writing lemons, so sorry if it was total shit! And sorry for the cliff hanger! I’ll try to update very soon, promise!!
A/N 2 I know some of you are expecting a grand and/or long reunion, but it can’t just happen, you know. So sorry to disappoint you guys! >.< And some of you may be asking, Hasn’t Jae suffered enough? I know! I promise to make up for everything in the following chapters!
A/N 3 And as you might see, I’ve decided to cut this down further into twelve parts cuz I saw that there were a lot of scenes that were absolutely unnecessary. So were almost halfway, done! Yay! Don’t worry, the twelve parts is final!
AGAIN, EVERYONE, PLEASE DON’T FORGET TO VOTE!
PS due to chocolate_789’s suggestion, I changed the option to “I love it!^-^” sorry if it sounds conceited >.<
Poll APAP Chapter 4
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