Mijun_123

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.


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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.

My Childish Papa

Jangjun kissed little Ryushin's face repeatedly. Unable to speak, Jangjun was only able to hug the poor boy's body.

"SHINNNN!!!" shouted Jangjun with all his might. He screamed until his voice was hoarse.

Jangjun felt something soft and had a strange smell touching his handsome, rough face.

Opening his eyes, Jangjun woke up stuttering. It turned out that he had just been hit with a stinky pillow, by whom.

"SHIN! SHIIN! WHERE IS SHIN! SHIN IS IT OK? MEET ME WITH MY SON!" shouted Jangjun hysterically.

Only the strange voice answered. Jangjun felt goosebumps all of a sudden. Is Jangjun at the slaughterhouse? Why is there such a strange sound?

Jangjun looked around. Jangjun was still in a cramped room in his rented house, apparently.

Dissident