#temporary affairs

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Temporary Affairs

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Chapter 17. It’s Okay, That’s Love

  For a week, you slept over at Minah’s house, avoiding Jongin at all cost to the point that your phone was never ever on anymore.  As you sat up in bed, you wondered what you were going to do now.  It’s not like you were never going to return home but you just needed some time by yourself.  Beside you, your best friend snored in her sleep.  You shook your head amusingly, kicking the blanket over her head to muffle out her snores.  At least you had a best friend to cry to because you sure didn’t want to alert your parents about your runaway. 

  With a sigh, you lied back down onto the bed but as soon as you do, there was a pressure on your abdomen.  Clutching it, you covered your mouth and sprinted to the bathroom.  The loud noises woke up Minah and she immediately got up to check on you. 

  “_______ah?  Are you okay?” she asked worriedly, patting your back. 

  You opened your mouth to reply but ended up hovering over the toilet again to vomit. 

  “_______ah…are you…pregnant?” she cautiously asked as her patting motions slowed down. 

  When you were finally done emptying the contents of your stomach, you stood up straight and nodded in affirmation.  Minah stared at you, tears brimmed on her eyes, which in turn made yours begin to well up too. 

  “_______ah!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around you in a bear hug, “It will be okay.  If that asscrack doesn’t want to take responsibility, I will raise the child with you!!!”

  You separated your hug and laughed, “He doesn’t even know I’m pregnant”.

  “What?  Then why’d you leave him?” she asked dumbfounded. 

  “That’s a long story…” you began. 

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Two days later, you sat in a café for a business meeting with a client.  As you sipped your morning coffee, a familiar face showed up a few feet from you.  At first, you pretended to not see him, concentrating fully on explaining to your client the details of a new contract.  However, Jongin stepped forward and hovered over you. 

  “________ah…” he called but you ignored him. 

  The client looked at you two apprehensively.  You took another sip of your coffee and continued to chat with the client.  Jongin placed his hand on your arm. 

  “We have to talk,” he said.  Oh, now you want to talk.  Now you want to talk…

  You ignored him again. 

  “________ah…” he called, squeezing your arm. 

  Finally you looked up at him with a glare, “I’m doing work right now”.

  “Well, well.  Who do we have here?” you male client asked, motioning for you to introduce your intruder. 

  You parted your lips to speak but Jongin beat you to it. 

  “I’m her husband,” he simply stated, then took your hand and dragged you away. 

  He stopped at a back corner of the café.  Annoyed, you flung your hand away.    

  “KIM JONGIN!” you hissed, “I’m in a business meeting right now”. 

  “________ah, I miss you,” he spoke. 

  Gritting your teeth, you said, “We will talk about this at home”. 

  Clicking your heels, you turned around to leave but he grabbed your arm and pinned you against the wall. 

  “Tell me why you said that,” he commanded, his hands locking your arms in place. 

  “Said what?” you asked confused.

  “I don’t understand why you said that I was treating you like a sex toy,” he explained with a cracked voice. 

  Rolling your eyes, you pushed against him to escape but his hold on you remained strong.  Why are you doing this to me? 

  A tear trickled down your cheeks, despite the fact that you were trying so hard not to cry.  Seeing that, your husband’s grip instantly loosened. 

  “Because we don’t even go out in public anymore.  We don’t date, heck we don’t even talk anymore.  We just have sex all night, every night,” you confessed, and then added, “you don’t even bother to tell me you love me anymore”. 

  “I love you, Jagiya.  I really do,” he replied, bringing your head to his chest. 

  As you opened your mouth to respond, you felt the familiar feeling of nausea.  Your hands clasped over your lips and you darted across the hall to the bathroom.  Stunned, your husband ran after you. 

  Inside, Jongin patted your back worriedly while you hovered over a toilet.  Holding your stomach, your back began to hurt and your throat felt like it was ripping into shreds.  You ended up sobbing uncontrollably. 

  “Jagiya…are you okay?” your husband asked. 

  “Just…just go.  Please,” you begged through your tears, “I need some time alone”. 

  Jongin hesitated but you harshly flung the stall’s door in his face.  From the narrow slit, you watched him reluctantly retreat.  You rubbed your growing belly and continued to vomit into the toilet bowl. 

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  Two weeks passed and your baby bump was beginning to show.  Jongin had constantly sent gifts over to Minah’s place for you, including flowers, necklaces, and sparkling diamonds.  You had no problem ignoring him since you were never a materialistic person.

  But staring at today’s gift, you couldn’t do the same.  A small blue box sat on the center if your palms.  Inside were a key and a note that read, “________’s Art Gallery”.  Your fingers grazed over the metal as a tear rolled down your cheek.  You recalled that he did indeed promise to buy you an art gallery. 

  From behind, Minah placed her chin on your shoulder to peep at the object that had caused you to be in such an emotional state.  You sniffled back tears when she patted your back. 

  “Did he buy you a vacation home in Paris?  If so, you should forgive him!” she joked, plopping himself down on the bed. 

  You giggled through your tears, “It’s better than that”. 

    Throwing on a light jacket and your pink bow flats, you walked out of the house to find your poor, lonely husband. 

  “Oppa, it must have been hard for you,” you whispered to no one in particular. 

  Rubbing your tummy, you skipped happily down the street.  A red Mercedes pulled up in front of you and you grinned widely.  However, because you were semi-stubborn, you wanted to give him a final test.  So instead of walking toward him, you crossed your arms and turned around.  Immediately, you heard the sound of the car door open then slam shut. 

  “Jagiya!” Jongin called.

  A small smile appeared on your lips but you quickly hid it and feigned a pout. 

  “I don’t want to see you,” you faked an angry tone while stomping off. 

  He rushed over and surprised you with a tight back hug.  You gasped in shock but relaxed in his embrace. 

  “Jagiya…” his voice cracked.  Was he crying? 

  Your eyebrows furrowed but you don’t turn around.  Your hubby placed his chin against your shoulder.  Automatically, your hands stroked his shaking arms.  Were you being too harsh?  With a blank expression, you turned around to look at him, but he tightened his hug.  

  “Jagiya, I love you.  I really do.  I know you don’t believe me now but I will prove it to you with time.  I will wait for you.  One month, two months, a whole year, even ten years – it doesn’t matter.  I will wait,” he tearfully confessed.

  Your lips quivered.

  “When you are ready, let’s start over.  Please give me a chance to take care of you and love you right,” he finished.

  Nuzzling in your hair, he kissed the side of your face.  I’m ready now.  Let’s start over!  You turned around to look at him but he abruptly lets go of his hug.  Before you could even say a word, he had gotten back into his car. 

  “Oppa…” you called but he already drove off.  OMG YOU PABO.  MY HUSBAND IS A PABO. 

  Digging into your pocket, you searched for your phone to call him but were disappointed it was empty.  Dammit, is this some kdrama joke?  Hurriedly, you rushed back to Minah’s house.  You flung the door open in lightning speed, causing your best friend’s mouth to drop onto her chin. 

  “My husband is a pabo!” you said, searching around for your phone. 

  You looked through the laundry basket, under the bed, even searched through Minah’s butt pockets, but it was gone.  For the past month, you had ignored Jongin’s calls to the point that you haven’t even seen your phone for the longest time. 

  “Minah, let me use your phone!” you commanded, grabbing it from her hands before she could even respond. 

  “Heyyyy!  I was so close to beating my high score!” your best friend whined. 

  Quickly, you punched in Jongin’s digits.  The phone rang.  Your heartbeat raced at the speed of light.  You pouted hearing his voicemail.  Really?!  Was he pulling a prank on you?!  What guy apologizes to his wife then leaves before he hears her reply…and now not even answer her call???  You hung up and redialed.  Beside you, Minah leaned her ear against the back of her phone to eavesdrop. 

  “Wow.  His voice is pretty sexy on record,” she joked and you rolled your eyes. 

  Disappointed, you tossed the phone back to Minah.  She clumsily leaned over to catch it as it bounced off the bed.  Childishly, you pouted and burst into tears.  Your best friend looked at you as if you were insane. 

  “Fine!  Fine!  If he doesn’t want to answer my calls then I don’t want to see him!” you shouted, punching a pillow. 

  “Jeez, your preggo hormones are going crazy,” Minah murmured. 

  You glared and her and she immediately covered her mouth with both her hands.  Groaning, you faceplanted onto your thighs.  Kim Jongin, pabo!  PABO! 

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Three days later, you were sleeping comfortably snuggled with your forever alone boyfriend pillow, when someone shook you awake.  Wiping your drool, you threw the cover over your head.

  “Five more minutes, Minah!” you grunted. 

  “________ah,” a familiar female voice called. 

  You blinked a few times before you finally processed who it was.  Immediately, you kicked the covers off to greet your visitor.

  “Omunim, good morning,” you bowed your head in embarrassment.  

  “How is my beautiful daughter-in-law?” she asked, tenderly stroking your cheek. 

  Shifting around nervously, you desperately finger-combed through your bed head. 

  “I’m well, Omunim.  How about you?” you cautiously asked. 

  She exaggerated a sigh as she slumped her shoulders. 

  “Not well at all,” she replied. 

  With your eyebrows furrowed, you crawled over to join her at the end of the bed.  Your hand rested against hers and she patted it gently. 

  “Why, Omunim?  Tell me and let me help you with your problem,” you said genuinely curious as to what was upsetting your precious mother-in-law.  You were ready to fight them to death. 

  She exaggerated another sigh and you tensed up, getting super worried that something dramatic had happened.  She doesn’t have some deadly illness right?  You didn’t even want to think about it.

  “How could I be happy when my daughter-in-law left me?” she revealed.

  You let out a foolish crackle as you wrapped your arms around her. 

  “I have the best Omunim in the world!” you exclaimed. 

  “Then why would you leave me?  Is it Omunim’s fault?  Did I pressure you two too hard for a grandchild?” she asked worriedly. 

  Immediately, you shook your head.

  “Of course not.  Whatever is going on between Oppa and I have nothing to do with you,” you assured. 

  She shook her head not believing you. 

  “Though…I do have something to tell you…” you tempted. 

  Your mother-in-law raised her eyebrows. 

  “I may be able to grant you your wish by the end of the year,” you shyly replied, recoiling into your blanket. 

  Blinking a few times in puzzlement, she looked at you then your stomach then at you again.  Timidly, you nodded in confirmation.  In an instant, her frown flipped upside-down into the biggest grin you’ve ever seen appear on her face. 

  “_______ah!” she called, squeezing your hand as she jumped up and down like a kid. 

  You giggled along.  As you followed her back to the Kim manor, she patted your hand and said, “Make sure to tell me if Jongin hasn’t been treating you well”.

  With a gracious smile, you shook your head to decline her offer. 

  “I’ll kick him out of the house if I have to!” she joked. 

  Sighing contently, you walked up the stairs to your bedroom.  The road there felt so nostalgic.  You recalled the first time you walked up those steps when you had apparently “infected” your husband.  Giggling, you knocked on the door.  No one responded but you opened the door anyway. 

  Your smile immediately dropped.  Crumpled cans of beer and shattered glass bottles of wine covered the entire floor, tainting your beautiful Egyptian cotton rug.  You gaped in horror.  The smell of alcohol made you feel sick.  You held your stomach so that you wouldn’t hurl. 

  “GO AWAY!  I don’t want to eat anything!” Jongin hollered from under his blankets. 

  With a sigh, you tiptoed your way to the bed, making sure that you wouldn’t cut your feet with the shards of glass.  Stupid, dumb hubby L. 

  You placed your hand on his arm. 

  “I said go away!  I am not eating!” he stubbornly growled, still not looking up. 

  Your upper and lower lips smacked together into a thin line. 

  Crossing your arms, you asked, “Not even friend chicken?” 

  Jongin jolted up, staring at you as if you were a ghost. 

  “I’ll leave then…” you said, pretending to turn around. 

  Instantaneously, he grabbed onto your hand and murmured, “Jagiya…”.

  A small smile crept onto your face.  You turned around and sat down on the end of the bed.  He stared at you intently as if still believing that you were a hallucination. 

  “Kim Jongin-ssi, how are you going to take care of me if you can’t even take care of yourself?” you asked as a matter of fact, pointing at all the junk that covered your beautiful floors. 

  “D-does…does that mean you forgive me?” he cautiously questioned.  What do you think pabo?  No, I just came back for the fun of it?

  “Maybe if you finish this whole box of chicken…I’ll think about it…” you teased, side eyeing him. 

  Immediately, he took the box out of your outstretched hands.  He devoured the contents like a hungry bear.  Shaking the box upside-down, he looked at you for approval.  You stifled back a giggle.  Oh, how much he looked like a lost puppy. 

  “Maybe if you pick up the trash on the floor…and clean my Egyptian cotton mat…” you continued to tease. 

  Without a word, your husband leapt from the bed to clean up the mess.  At one point, he almost cut his finger with a glass shard.  You squatted down beside him, pulling his hand to your face to examine his cut. 

  “Pabo!  Does that hurt?” you asked worriedly. 

  “Not as much as it hurt watching you leave me,” he admitted. 

  You let go of his hand, sighing in defeat.  Your husband always knew how to pull at your heartstrings.  Smiling, he cautiously leaned in to give you a peck on your lips.  You giggled into the kiss, but gently pushed him away. 

  With your nose crinkled you said, “And maybe you need to shower…then I’ll forgive you”. 

  He bounced up, saluted you, and said, “Yes, Madam”. 

  You threw your head back laughing as you playfully smacked his behind. 

    That night as you snuggled up against your hubby in bed, you finally realized how much you missed his embrace.  He leaned in to kiss you on top of your head and you pulled him closer.  You never wanted to leave him ever again. 

  “Oppa…are you sure you don’t want to uh…“fight” tonight?  Because, if we don’t then we can’t for the next six and a half months…” you informed, resting your head on his chest. 

  “Nope, I just want to cuddle with you for the rest of the night,” he responded, giving you butterfly kisses on your nose. 

  Then when he reinterpreted your words, his eyebrows furrowed.  He pulled you apart from him to look at your expression.

  “Why six and a half months though?  Are you leaving me again?” he asked frantically. 

  “No, pabo,” you said, burying your head back into his chest, “we’re having a baby”. 

  His body tensed.  Frightened, you looked up.  Did he not like children?

  “Oppa…?” you fearfully called out. 

  His body shook as he hid his face in the palm of his hand.  Worried, you sat up straight and pried his hand to look at his expression.  You snorted.  Your husband was laughing so, so hard that his laughs were inaudible.  Picking up a pillow, you smacked him in the face.  But he continued to laugh like a maniac, which in turn caused you to uncontrollably giggle as well. 

  “Oppaaaa…what’s wrong with you?” you half-whined. 

  “I have super sperms,” he managed to say in between his laugh. 

  Rolling your eyes, you dropped your fluffy weapon and bounced back onto his chest.  Automatically, he threw his arm around your shoulder.  His lips landed on your temples and you sighed in contentment.  Still recovering from his fit of laughter, he leaned over and turned off the lamp.     

  “We’re having six children,” he whispered.

  “No, we aren’t”.

  “Yes, we are”.

  “No”.

  “Yes”. 

  “No”.

  “Yes”.

      a/n: YAY The last chapter of Temporary Affairs!!  I hope you guys enjoyed it.  It’s been a wonderful journey spazzing with you guys about Kim Jongin TAT.  I’m in such delulu right now, I think I’m starting to believe I actually have a husband hahaha. 

  I initially wrote a longer version of this chapter with an epilogue similar to The Lucky One’s where there’s a time skip but I didn’t like it and scrapped it.  Which brings me to ask you guys a question…ARE YOU READY TO SPAZ MORE!?  Because I sure am.  :p There’s two secret links within this chapter. LOL FIND IT.  SCAVENGER HUNT START.  Send me a message when you find it.  I won’t publish it until most of you have found it LOL.  But make sure you DO NOT reblog with the answer or comment in this post with it.  JUST SAY “I FOUND IT” in the answers ;p or msg my inbox Hahaha   (ﾟヮﾟ)

SCAVENGER HUNT HAS ENDED.  FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO DON'T KNOW, THERE IS A PART 2 TO THIS SERIES!!!  GO READ CHP 1 NOW HERE: Chapter 1 Unasked Questions 

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Temporary Affairs II

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Chapter o1.  Unasked Questions

  Clothed in a dark teal drape dress, you rubbed your slightly protruding belly in front of the mirror.  It was so miraculous to you how another human being was slowly growing inside of you.  Large hands wrapped around your body.  Turning around, your glowing eyes met with the dark twinkling ones of your handsome husband.  He nuzzled his nose against your neck before rewarding the side of your face with a delicate kiss.  With a toothy grin, you turned around and automatically fell into his chest.  Squeezing tightly against him, you let out a light giggle when your baby bump prohibited you from getting any closer.

  “Guess I’ll have to say goodbye to big, warm hugs,” you sighed out of contentment rather than unhappiness. 

  “It’s okay, Jagiya, I can always hug you from behind,” your husband tried to cheer you up and you nodded in agreement.

  With his thumb, he tenderly stroked your jaw and bent over to place his lips on top of yours.  Your cheekbones soared up to the hollows of your eyes as you smiled into the kiss.  Breaking the kiss, you held your husband’s face in your small hands and gazed into his captivating eyes.  Even though you two were married already and about to welcome your first child, you sometimes still reminiscence about your first meeting and all the bickering between you two until slowly your lust for him morphed into true love and his annoyance toward you turned into pure adoration. 

  He leaned in again to give the feathers of your lashes a little tender love and care.  You returned his gift by sucking lightly on the crook of his neck.  He bent his head back and groan so you ran your fingers through his hair.  His eyes rolled back in pleasure causing you to flush a familiar tinge of pink. 

  “Oppa…” you puckered your lips and went on your tippy toes. 

  Stroking your cheek, he smiled with his eyes and leaned over to grant you your wish but just as his thick lips grazed over yours, a knock interrupted your love affair. 

  “Jongin-ah!  ________ah!  Time to go, are you guys ready?” your mother-in-law’s voice rung from the doorway.

  Pouting, you crinkled your nose and your feet fell flat against the floor.  Jongin pinched your nose.

  “Coming, Omma!” he responded.

  Extending his hands out, his fingers interlaced through yours as he gently tug for you to follow.  He doesn’t let it go even through the car ride.  In fact, his grasp only tightened protectively around you as soon as you two entered the crowded venue.  Due to your husband’s firm prohibition for you to wear the slightest heels, your feet were incased in super flat flats – the flattest flats he could find.  Thus, making you extremely shorter than him.

  You whimpered.

  “What’s wrong?” Jongin asked, stopping in his tracks. 

  “These shoes are so flat, I feel like I am getting sucked into the ground,” you whined.

  “But we need to take special precaution for the baby, especially since my wife likes to fall on flat surfaces,” he explained.

  “But I’m not even that big yet.  I can totally balance myself.  Oppa, can I please change to some heels?” you pleaded, swaying his hand from side to side cutely. 

  “Nope.  No can do.  Right, my Little Bean?” Jongin spoke, patting your baby bump. 

  “But I’m not even tall enough to kiss you,” you mumbled in a whisper more to yourself than to him. 

  Your husband chuckled and bent over to hover flirtatiously over you.  On your tippy toes, you puckered your lips anticipating the soft touch of his juicy lips but instead Jongin’s face got higher and higher.  Confused, you looked down to realize he was also teasingly on his tiptoes.  An adorable whimper escaped from your lips and you slapped your husband’s chest.  This only caused him to laugh louder so you released his hand, crossed your arms, and pretended to walk off. 

  “Jagiya…” he chased after you, still chuckling. 

  He pulled you by the arm and pinned you against the wall.  Smiling, he leaned over again and kissed your lips zealously.  You squealed when he sucked on your lower lip before letting go.

  “Aigoo.  You two need to get a room,” a young man spoke.

  Instantly, you recoiled and bowed to greet your visitor.

  “Luhan-hyung,” Jongin called and they embraced into a tight hug. 

  “This is my wife, _______ ________,” your husbanded introduced then turned to you, “Jagiya, this is Lu—”

  You cut him off, “Luhan-sunbaenim, captain of the soccer team of my alma mater”.

  Luhan nodded impressed and spoke, “Oh hey, I do remember you!  You used to have pigtails right?” 

  You enthusiastically nodded, surprised that a handsome sunbaenim even knew of your existence. 

  After a round of casual chitchatting, Luhan pointed at your stomach and jokingly said, “I could have sworn you two just got married half a year ago.  Already pregnant?” 

  “We’ve been busy,” Jongin responded, winking at you. 

  You flushed bright red and slapped him on the arm.  Luhan chuckled amusingly at you two as you bickered like an old couple.  A few of your father’s business partners showed up and you bowed respectfully to greet them. 

  “Wow, Jongin-ah.  _______ah, congratulations!” a middle-aged female spoke. 

  “Thank you!” Jongin and you replied in unison. 

  “How far are you?” another asked.

  “Almost four months,” you answered, rubbing your belly.

  “We always knew you two were deeply in love,” another chimed, causing you to sway from side to side in shyness and glee.

  Soon conversations almost became pregnancy announcements due to the fact that for the past few months, you two hadn’t informed anyone besides your immediate family and of course your best friend, Bang Minah.  Throughout the party, everyone continued to comment on your fast and unexpected pregnancy and the news spread like wild fire.     

  Another round of socializing with other guests and you discovered yourself feeling a bit queasy.  You weren’t at all surprised when Jongin pulled you away from the crowd to rest; he always tended to notice your unwellness before you did. 

  He guided you over to a resting area.  There, you comfortably snuggled your head against Jongin’s broad shoulders. 

  “Jagiya, are you okay?” his voice soothed your tensed muscles. 

  “Mmhm,” you hummed, cuddling even closer, “Just a little tired”. 

  “Take a nap,” he suggested but you shook your head.

  “Oppa, you always forget to wake me up,” you reasoned.

  He laughed and explained, “It’s not that I forget.  You just always look so peaceful when you’re sleeping and I get lost staring at my sleeping angel”.

  @#!$#@%#$% 

  A sweet smile curled on your lips and your eyelids slowly swung.  Beside you, Jongin kissed your temples lightly.

  When you woke up again, your husband looked down at you lovingly as if you were some enchanted being sent from Heaven.  You buried your head in his chest for warmth and he placed his chin on top of your head.  And even though it was super loud outside, you felt so safe in the little world of only the two of you.

  Of course Mother Nature had to ruin the beautiful moment.  Being pregnant meant you basically had a growing human using your bladder as a mattress.  Taking your hand into his, Jongin and you walked back into the crowd of people.  Even at the halls, you could already tell that it was the prime time of the party for the number of guest that populated the venue had multiplied tenfolds.  Jongin held you tightly by the waist in case some drunken visitor decided to invade your personal space. 

  “I’ll wait here for you,” your husband informed when you reached the front of the ladies’ room. 

  As soon as you entered, you bumped face-to-face with your husband’s infamous ex, Lee Sohee.  You two exchanged looks of judgment.  She sneered and you rolled your eyes, ignoring her to go into a stall to relieve your overfilled bladder. 

  “Congratulations on your pregnancy,” she hollered bitterly. 

  You cringed at the idea that she might be cursing the child in your tummy.  A coward part of you almost prayed for her to just leave the bathroom, but from the slit of the stall’s door, you could tell that she was waiting for you.  Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath and exited the stall to meet with her again.  However, you avoided any eye contact; planning to just quickly wash your hands and leave to reunite with your husband. 

  “How many months?” she asked.

  You looked at her reflection in the mirror as she scrutinized at you from head to toe.

  “U-Um…almost four,” you mumbled, walking over to the hand dryer.  She followed.

  “So…honeymoon baby…” she concluded.

  Wrong, biotch.  I got pregnant even before the honeymoon.  Internal sigh.  You heard yourself sigh out loud.  Crap. 

  “You’re a pretty smart girl though…” she spoke. 

  Wait, what?  Did she just compliment me?  You narrowed your eyes at her. 

  “Getting pregnant to lock Jongin-oppa into the marriage.  What?  Did you tamper with your birth control or something?” she accused.

  Your mouth fell open to form an “O”.  Whut did she just say?  I dare you to say it again biotch. 

  “I did no such thing,” you countered, trying to be as calm as possible for the sake of the baby, but the paper towel in your hand was crumpled into a wrinkly ball.  Your sharp nails dug into the palm of your hand.   

  She rolled her eyes, leaned back against the sink and taunted, “You think Oppa really loves you?  Then I take back what I said about you being a smart girl”.

  Okay, whatever biotch. 

  Holding your stomach protectively, you tried to excuse yourself but she walked in your way.  Sohee was probably at least 5’7’’ and considering the fact that you had flats on, she towered over you.  You grimaced, debating whether you should call Jongin for help. 

  “If Oppa really loved you then he would have taken precaution like he did with me,” she provoked.

  You stood still trying so desperately to ignore her words but your brain was already overanalyzing it at a rate faster than the speed of light.  Did…did she just hint to me that Oppa and her had an intimate relationship before? 

  Seeing your flustered expression, she smirked, turned at a pivot, and began to walk out.  Hold up biotch, you are not about to go without explaining yourself!  You stormed out after her.

  “HOLD UP BIOTCH!” you hollered loud enough for people down the hall to hear. 

  The smile on Jongin’s face dropped and he furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing your agitated state.  You ignored him and chased after Sohee, grabbing her by the arm.  She turned around with watery puppy dog eyes.  OH, STOP ACTING.  Just then, your husband caught up to you and dragged you a few feet away. 

  “Hey, hey Jagiya…calm down,” Jongin used his body to block you two from each other.

  “Oppa…” Sohee called, causing you to fume again. 

  Why the hell was this biotch still so clingy to your husband?  You grabbed your shoe to throw at her but remembered that you didn’t have heels on so you ended up spurting out curses while thrashing against Jongin’s grip on you.

  “Calm down…” your husband kept repeating. 

  “Oppa…” Sohee murmured again. 

  OMFG I’M GOING TO SCRATCH YOUR PRETTY FACE! 

  “GO!” Jongin shouted, motioning for Sohee to leave while he held you back. 

  You looked at your husband in disbelief.  Angered by his protectiveness over his ex, you grabbed the closest thing to you, which happened to be an expensive looking pen in Jongin’s breast pocket.  It was sent flying toward Sohee, who was leaving.  Oh hell no she was not going to leave the battlefield acting like the victim! 

  “JAGIYA!”  Jongin half-yelled causing you to stagger back in shock.  Did…did he just yell at me for another girl?  Your lips quivered and you stopped fighting his grasp.  He swooped you up, walked over to the dining hall, and gently placed you down on a chair.  You kicked around childishly.  Sighing, your husband attempted to relax you by hugging you tightly.  

  “Shh…Calm down, Babe” he whispered.

  With teary eyes, you looked up and asked, “Did you know what she said to me?”

  “No, but it doesn’t matter because you’re my wife and she is not,” he simply replied.

  You’re furious that Jongin remained so damn calm about it all.

  “Honey, you’re scaring the baby,” he reasoned.  

  Finally, you closed your eyes and took deep breaths.  Jongin massaged your hands with his.  

  “Kim Jongin, exactly how many woman did you have before me?” you questioned, exasperated. 

  He swallowed in guilt nervously and you grimaced.  That means a lot.  

  “But it doesn’t matter because I married you and you’re the one I’ll spend the rest of my life with,” he concluded.

  You still frowned but reminded yourself that the past was the past.  During your marriage vows, you had promised to accept him wholly, fully knowing even then that he had a long list of former lovers who were not yet over your handsome husband. 

  “Jongin-ah,” another young man called.

  Jongin released his hold on you and stood up to greet the older male, “Suho-hyung”.

  Slowly, you stood up as well and bowed politely. 

  “Oh, you must be Jongin’s wife,” he turned to you in acknowledgement. 

  “________ _______,” you introduced and held your hand out.

  He shook in, grinning as he eyed you from head to toe. 

  “So seems like you’ve been busy,” he turned to Jongin and teased, wiggling his brows suggestively. 

  As the two friends chatted, you excused yourself despite Jongin’s willingness to ditch his sunbae to accompany you wherever you wanted to go.  You just needed some alone time to think. 

  Strolling around the large venue, you sighed, rubbing your stomach.  Were you being too possessive?  The last thing you wanted was your husband to feel that you were one of those jealous clingy girls.  He did…at one point scream for divorce and though you knew it was out of anger it still haunted you to this day.  Maybe it was okay for him to not to have you by his side, but it didn’t work the other way around.  You were in love – in deep love to the point that the mere thought of not seeing him ever again sent you six feet under.  You unknowingly let out a soft whimper.

  As you continued to walk around, you discovered yourself back at the hallway you had been before, during your fight with Sohee.  With a regretful sigh, you searched around for your husband’s expensive pen that you angrily used as a weapon against the other woman.  He always had it with him so it must have meant a lot to him.  You searched the borders of the hall, in the bathroom, and even the dusty corners, but nothing appeared in your radar. 

  “_______ah, what are you doing?” a female voice asked as the owner walked over to you.

  “Omunim,” you greeted.

  “Don’t bend over like that.  That’s bad for the baby,” she warned.

  You immediately straightened up and nodded.

  “Are you trying to find something?” she asked. 

  Trying to not worry your mother-in-law, you shook your head and looped your arm around hers with a smile.  She patted your hand.  You followed her back to the lobby to reunite with your husband.

  He grinned widely upon seeing you and you returned his smile with one of your own.  But somewhere deep down, a sore feeling lingered on the pit of your stomach.  Oppa…do you…regret taking me as your wife? 

        a/n: YAY Pilot chapter of Temporary II.  This is not really a sequel lol.  It’s more of a continuation.  Either way :D hope you guys enjoyed it!  This installment is actually longer than the first installment, despite it being only 13 chapters because the chapters are a lot longer. 

  As for the scavenger hunt!!!  I HOPE YOU GUYS HAD FUN!  Good job to those who solved it.  Here are the locations of the 3 links: 1 2 3...they basically revealed the link to the table of contents (which was still hidden yesterday) and a link to this image: 

  If you didn’t get the chance to solve it, don’t worry :D I’ll try to think of other silly games in the future hehe!!!! 

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Chapter 1o. The Ex

  With your long hair tied in a sleek ponytail and dressed in a white off-the-shoulder long gown, that complimented your curvaceous figure, you stepped out of the limousine.  As you stood in front of the massive hotel, a familiar handsome man came up from behind and whispered, “Boo!” into your ear.  You shivered but you were getting so used to his greeting. 

  “Wow, who is this goddess before me?” Jongin chuckled, holding both your hands out to scrutinize your attire. 

  “Goddess?  Where?” you looked around, dumbfounded. 

  He stifled back a laugh and replied, “You know…you’re pretty slow sometimes”.

  Pouting, you elbowed him in the stomach but he only continued to laugh.  As people began to enter the party, your fiancé held out his arm.  Instinctively, you looped your arm through.  As soon as you entered, you gaped in awe at the vastness of the building.  The ceiling was at least twenty people tall.  Even just looking up at it, you began to feel dizzy.  Jongin held onto you and gave you a queer look.

  “Wow, I haven’t been here before,” you spoke, still looking around at the place. 

  “Hmm…me either but you make it sound like it’s Heaven or something,” the young man replied with a hint of wariness.

  “But it is so beautiful!  Look at the ceilings, and the chandelier lights, and even the decoration.  It’s a masterpiece,” you exclaimed. 

  He scoffed.

  “Pftt…you know nothing about art,” you suck your tongue out at your fiancé.

  Jongin rolled his eyes, stuffed his hands in his pockets, and followed you as you skipped along the hotel, admiring every nook and cranny of the visually perfect place. 

  “I wonder who designed this place…” you pondered out loud.

  “Speak of the Devil,” a familiar voice spoke. 

  You turned around to come face to face with a tall, young man.  Dressed in a black suit and red tie, he advanced toward you with a smirk spread across his face.  Your heart skipped a beat. 

  “Oppa…” you heard your voice call.

  Jongin narrowed his eyes at you then at the man suspiciously.           

  “________ah, long time no see,” the mysterious man spoke then wrapped you into a bear hug.        

  From the corner of your eyes, you saw your fiancé clenched his fist.

  “Yuta-oppa, long time no see.  How have you been?” you spoke, nervously rubbing the back of your neck. 

  “Great!  Oh, _______ah, you’ve gotten so beautiful.  You look absolutely stunning,” he complimented.

  Giggling, you held your palms against your blushing cheeks. 

  “You don’t look too shabby either, Muscle Boy,” you flirted back. 

  Jongin cleared his throat, stepped forward, and pulled you to stand behind him. 

  “Hello, I’m Kim Jongin, ________’s fiancé,” he introduced, holding his hand out. 

  “Oh, hello.  I’m Shin Yuta, ________’s sunbae from high school,” he replied, shaking Jongin’s hand. 

  For a moment, you swore they were exchanging death glares.  Their grip on each other’s hand was so tight; the veins on their arms were so evident under the light.  Laughing nervously, you squeezed Jongin’s arm to get him to loosen his hold.

  “Yuta-oppa, we actually went to grammar school together too, remember?” you asked, holding tightly onto Jongin’s arm so that he doesn’t do anything rash. 

  “Oh yeah!  We did.  You had those cute pigtails and chubby cheeks,” Yuta responded, pinching your cheek.

  Jongin growled at him.  You sent him a look of disapproval.  You mean, you knew that the whole pinching the cheek was totally unnecessary from Yuta’s part but did Jongin really have to growl at him?

  Yuta chuckled at your fiancé’s agitated state.  Embarrassed, you bowed in apology for his behalf and excuse yourself.  When you two were finally alone, you narrowed your eyes at Jongin. 

  “Oppa, that was so childish,” you spoke, crossing your arms. 

  “Whatever,” he coldly replied. 

  Your lips parted to counter but you flinched in surprise as someone wrapped her arms around your waist. 

  “________ ________!!!!” she squealed. 

  Your eyes lit up, immediately recognizing the high-pitched voice.  You turned around, jumping up and down happily to see your best friend, Bang Minah. 

  “BANG MINAH!” you shouted back, wrapping her into a bear hug. 

  “Omg.  I miss you so, so much.  How have you been?!” she asked, her lips widened into a big grin. 

  “I MISS YOU MORE!” you exaggerated a sob, swinging your best friend’s arms from side to side. 

  “Gurl, did you see Yuta-oppa?” she whispered excitedly. 

  “Mhmm..” you replied mischievously with a wink.

  “He’s sooo hot,” Minah fangirled. 

  “I know, right?” you giggled. 

  Beside you, Jongin snorted.       

  “Oh…who is this handsome fellow?” Minah asked, turning to your fiancé. 

  “Oh, he’s my date, Kim Jongin,” you began.  Your fiancé furrowed his eyebrows at your introduction.

  “Oh hi, Jongin-ssi.  I’m Bang Minah, _______’s best friend,” she held out her hand. 

  Jongin lazily shook it.  You shook your head judgmentally at him.  Okay, it was one thing that he was being an asscrack to a male sunbaenim but to your best friend too?  You just weren’t going to have it. 

  “Oppa, she’s my best friend of sixteen years.  Can you be a little more courteous?” you begged. 

  Your fiancé rolled his eyes and slouched against the wall.  Crinkling your nose, you punched him in the arm, angrily. 

  “Uh oh, internal strife going on between you two lovebirds?” another voice spoke. 

  You looked up to see the art director from last time, Lee Taemin.  With a smile, you bowed and greeted him.  Immediately, you were gracious for his arrival, which made Jongin’s mood picked up. 

  “The last time I saw you two, you guys were kissing each other like there was no tomorrow,” Taemin teased. 

  Wiggling her eyebrows, Minah elbowed you and whispered, “Oh reaallly…Atta girl”. 

  Instantly, you were flushed pink as you desperately tried to fan yourself.  On the other hand, Jongin smirked, his shouldered broadened as if he was proud of a life changing accomplishment.

  As the two pairs of best friends chatted along, Minah dragged you over to catch up with some other childhood friends.  You laughed happily as they rambled on about their lives.  A group of girlfriends began to gossip and fish for good-looking men in the crowd.  Giggling, you joined in for the fun of it. 

  “________ah, do you know Shin Yuta?” one girl, Yubi, asked, “He’s so, so, so fine”. 

  She clasped her hands together and held them against her left cheek as she daydreamed. 

  “Yeah, Yuta was _________’s sunbae back in grammar school,” Minah replied for you and you nodded in agreement.

  “Really?!  Can you hook us up?” Yubi asked, tugging on your arm childishly. 

  You laughed nervously and replied, “I can…try…” 

  “You’re the best!” she exclaimed and wrapped you in a hug. 

  As you trotted down the halls, you bit your fingernail in deep thought wondering how you were going to accomplish your mission.  Dammit, _________.  Why’d you agree to this?  I’m such a pushover.  You hit your forehead against the wall in distress. 

  “Oh why would you do that to such a beautiful face?” Yuta’s voice spoke from behind you. 

  You staggered back, surprised by his entrance.  Yuta chuckled at your reaction. 

  “Sunbae-nim,” you greeted. 

  Laughing, he asked, “Did your fiancé give you a hard time earlier?”

  “Oh no, no.  He’s just a little over protective.  Sorry about that,” you apologized. 

  He took a step forward.  Reflexively, you backed up against the wall. 

  Stroking a loose stand of hair behind your ear, he whispered, “I would be too if I was engaged to such a beautiful goddess”. 

  You blinked a few times, shocked.  Were you dreaming because you swore this was not the reality you expected.  The young man advanced even more forward and you discovered yourself pinned against the wall.  You turned away as he brushed his finger against your cheek.  Okay, one more perverse move and you were going to kick him where it hurts---.  Suddenly, your suitor flew across the hall, wincing in pain.  Your eyes widened in shock as Jongin pranced onto him, punching him in the face a few times. 

  “Oppa!” you screamed as Yuta landed a blow on your fiancé’s handsome nose. 

  Blood streamed out.  You desperately tried to separate them but the two man’s brute strength overpowered yours.  Tables were flipped and rows of chairs fell forward.  Jongin’s body was tattered in bruises and cuts, his tuxedo ripped into shreds.  Helplessly, you tried to call for help.  You watched as Yuta smirked, leaned into Jongin’s ear and whispered something.  Your fiancé’s eyes burned with rage as he grabbed the collar of your sunbae’s shirt, strangling him. 

  “Oppa, please.  Stop!” you cried.

  Your heart pounded in fear as blood oozed from Jongin’s lips.  Tears streamed down your cheeks and you anxiously held onto him.  But he flung you away.  With a low growl, he lunged at Shin Yuta again.  By now, a crowd of people circled around to see what the commotion was about.  Some of Yuta’s friends hauled him away but Jongin stormed across the hall to pull him back.  Sobbing, you chased after him.  You threw your arms around him from behind, holding him tightly against your body.  Still, he barked, thrashing his legs angrily at the other man. 

  “Oppa, please.  You’re scaring me,” you begged, crying into his back. 

  He turned his head around and as soon as he saw your watery orbs, his shoulders slumped.  His body softened under your touch.  Sighing, he turned his body around and wrapped you in a tight embrace.  But you were already crying uncontrollably.  Your shoulders shook and you buried your face in his chest. 

  “Shh…” he coaxed as he patted your back. 

  You hugged him closer against you and sobbed, “Oppaa…”

  “I know.  I’m sorry for scaring you,” he apologized, placing his chin on top of your head. 

  Finally, you loosened your grip to look up at the damage.  Your fingers touched his swollen lips as you hiccupped from crying so hard.  With his thumb, Jongin wiped away your streaks of tears and planted a kiss on your forehead.  However, as soon as he erased a stream of tears, another one flowed from your eyes.  You were so, so scared.  So deadly scared that you would lose him.  Kim Jongin, I’m scared because I think I’m falling for you.    

  Slowly, the crowd began to disperse, seeing that the excitement was over, though of course there were always those judgmental people who stayed just to snicker at you guys disapprovingly.  But you ignored them because Jongin was safe in your arms and that was all the mattered. 

  With an arm over your shoulder, you steadied your fiancé as he limped over to a resting area of the hotel.  Carefully, you let go of him so he could lie on a sofa.  You turned to sit down on a chair across from him but he pulled you onto the couch.  He held your hand, stroking it gently with his thumb. 

  “Sorry, Jagiya…” he mumbled. 

  You shook your head and said, “I’ll be right back, okay?” 

  As soon as you got up to leave, he pulled you back down. 

  “Don’t go.  Stay with me,” he pleaded. 

  “I’ll come back, don’t worry.  I just want to get some first aid,” you coaxed, stroking him on the cheek.

  He held your hand that was against his cheek and his coarse voice replied, “You are my first aid”. 

  If he had said that any other time, you would have internally bled from swooning, but right now you were so heartbroken – so, so crushed seeing his bruised body.  You looked up to stifled back tears. 

  “Oppa, that’s not funny,” you replied as more tears gathered at your chin. 

  Jongin placed his palm against the back of your neck and pulled you to lie on his chest.  You sniffed in his scent, burying your face in the crook of his neck.  He shivered. 

  “Let’s go to the hospital,” you suggested, sitting back up. 

  Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and pulled you back down.  His heartbeat was calm and placid against your ear. 

  “I’m fine.  Just stay here with me for a while,” he whispered. 

  “What did he even say to make you so mad?” you curiously asked.

  Immediately, you regretted asking.  Jongin’s body tensed, his fist clenched, and his breathing ceased.

  “Something I can’t say out loud,” he replied with gritted teeth. 

  Massaging his arms, you soothed, “It’s okay, then don’t say it”. 

  He sighed, throwing his arm around your shoulder.  Running your fingers through his hair, you stifled back a giggled when his eyes rolled back in satisfaction.  Oh…so he likes it just as much as I do.  A shy smile spread across your lips. 

  “Who is he anyway?” Jongin asked as he twirled a strand of your hair. 

  “I told you earlier.  Yuta-oppa— ” you started but he glared at you so you corrected, “Yuta-ssi is a sunbaenim from school”. 

  Your fiancé hmphed. 

  “Did you two date?” he asked.

  “No.  No, of course not,” you immediately denied.                           

  He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. 

  “Okay, I went on a date with him once.  But it was just once!” you exclaimed. 

  “When?” Jongin asked bluntly.  

  “U-uh…B-back in high school.  I don’t even remember…” you stuttered. 

  “Where and what did you two do?” he continued to interrogate. 

  “Uh…Uh…at his house?” you shyly replied and Jongin tensed up again so you added, “BUT we were just making pie.  I swear.  We were just making sweet potato pie”.

  “Pfftt.  You have really bad taste in men,” he commented. 

  You sat up and raised your eyebrow at him. 

  “Well…now you don’t…” your fiancé corrected.

  You giggled and lied back down to cuddle with him.   

          a/n: Chronicles of the jealous Kim Jongin bwahahha (●⌒∇⌒●)

  I think there’s a few more fluffy chapters after this.  Next one is more steamy than fluffy though…if you know what I mean…ʘ‿ʘ

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Chapter 11. Sweet Potato Pie

  “Come over to my house,” your fiancé texted.

  “Why?” you asked, even though you were already up on your feet, digging through your wardrobe for the perfect outfit.

  “Just come over,” he replied.

  “Tell me why and I’ll think about it,” you typed back.  Shaking your head, you swore you just had a déjà vu moment. 

  “Just come over,” he repeated.  Omg, what part of “tell me why” did he not understand?  But you’re already dressed in a white sweater dress and leggings. 

  “Tell me why or I’m not coming,” you joked. 

  The status bar read “typing…” for a few seconds then stopped.  You frowned.  Did he really just give up like that?  You stared at the phone, waiting for his reply, but nothing happened.  Angry, you threw it onto your bed.  Well, if that’s how he was going to act then you weren’t gonna go. 

  “Agashi!” the maid called from downstairs. 

  “Coming!” you shouted back, stomping down to see what was the commotion. 

  At the entrance stood Kim Jongin, his arms crossed. 

  “W-why are you here?” you asked.  How in the world did he get here in less than two minutes?  He better not have sped over the road limit.

  “Because someone wouldn’t come over to my house so I came to get her,” he replied. 

  “Tell me why and I’ll think about it,” you teased. 

  However, before you knew it, he scooped you up off your feet, forcefully taking you out.  You stubbornly kicked but he slapped your thigh to discipline you.  Gently, he placed you into the passenger seat. 

  “Why are you being so secretive?” you asked with a pout. 

  He doesn’t respond but started driving off.  Crinkling your nose, you slouched back in your seat, in defeat.  This man…seriously…this man is so sexy when he is mysterious is such a stubborn asscrack.  Parking the car in his garage, he walked over to open the door for you but you stubbornly got out yourself.  Giving him a stink face, you crossed you arms and trotted into the mansion.  He followed closely behind. 

  In the living room, you finally turned and asked, “Can you tell me what I am doing here, now?”

  Jongin gurgled and dragged you into the kitchen.  Laid out on the counter were a bag of sweet potatoes, butter, white sugar, a carton of milk, eggs, flours, and whip cream.

  “We’re baking a sweet potato pie,” he informed, throwing an apron to you.     

  You clumsily caught it and giggled, amused at the situation.  Was he…jealous?  Still laughing, you unfolded the pink apron and tied the straps around your neck.  Your cheeks blushed seeing Jongin in a matching blue apron. 

  “Hehe,” you cutely said as you playfully leaned your head against his arm. 

  Your fiancé looked into your twinkling eyes and pinched your nose.  A layer of flour transferred from his fingers onto the bulb of your nose. 

  “Hey!” you pouted.

  Grabbing a handful of flour, you threw it at his face.  His chocolate skin turned pale white under the natural layer of makeup.  You grabbed your stomach; laughing so hard you wanted to vomit.  He glared at you unimpressed and you gulped in fear.  Silently, you watched as he picked up the can of whip cream, aimed it at your face, and fired.  You squealed, recoiling back in defense.  Helplessly, you grabbed another handful of flour and launched it at him.  Though, you barely did any damage since he used the chopping board as a shield.  So you ended up running away, giggling as he poured a bag of sugar over your head. 

  “Oppa!” you shrieked as you sprinted over to the fridge to find another weapon. 

  You managed to grab a box of strawberries and some grapes before he chased you down.  Racing to hide behind a counter, you began to toss some strawberries at him.  One landed on his forehead and slid down his nose, creating a long red smear.  You burst into laughter, pointing at him mockingly.  But before you knew it, he was already advancing toward you.  Desperately, you tried to run but your body was extremely weak from laughing so hard.  Jongin caught you by the arm and held you still while he squirted chocolate syrup over your head.  The syrup trickled down your face and you squealed, with your shoulders raised up to your ears.  The sweet taste lingered on your tongue.  As soon as Jongin’s grip loosened, you successfully made an escape.  Unfortunately, because you were laughing so, so hard, you weren’t paying attention.  Your feet slipped on the puddle of whip cream in front of you and you were sent face first onto the ground.  Immediately, your fiancé leapt forward, catching you by the waist. 

  You gasped, placing your hand on your thumping heart.  That was a close one.  Your eyes roamed over Jongin’s face of flour and strawberry sauce.  He looked like a clown…well an attractive, sizzling clown.  Like a little girl, you giggled, your slim shoulders shaking up and down.  Jongin rolled his eyes and chuckled as well.  You probably looked ten times more ridiculous with the amount of whip cream and chocolate syrup your opponent showered you with.    

  I’m falling deep…deep in love. 

  With his arms still wrapped around your waist, he bitterly concluded, “So this was what you and Shin Yuta did when you were baking your sweet potato pie”. 

  You flushed red (though, it wasn’t visible through the chocolate sauce hehe) and shook your head in denial, “No, we did not”.

  Jongin smirked and asked, “Well, did you two do this?”

  Do what?

  He placed his lips on top of yours, kissing you.  With dilated pupils, you held your breath, all to shock by the sudden contact.  Moments passed like a pendulum, so slow and so surreal.  No.  I can’t fall in love…because…because…this isn’t real…

  But slowly your arms wrapped around his neck.  He licked your lips, sucking the chocolate syrup that dripped down your face.  And though you told yourself not to, you ended up closing your eyes and kissing him back while you ran your fingers through his messy hair.

  Just as you were about to deepen the kiss, a loud “thud” resonated through the kitchen.  You two broke apart in shock.  At the doorway stood Jongin’s mother.  Omg.  Straightaway, you turned around in embarrassment. 

  “Omma,” Jongin nervously greeted. 

  You bowed with your face buried in your hands.

  “Omunim,” your voice was barely audible. 

  “Y-you…you guys please continue what you were doing.  Don’t mind me,” she stuttered, backing away.

  As soon as she left, you grabbed your purse and raced to the door. 

  “Hey, hey.  Why are you leaving?  We still haven’t made the sweet potato pie,” your fiancé said, dragging you back into the kitchen. 

  You whimpered, completely mortified at getting caught by your future mother-in-law.

  “Let’s make it another time.  I should go,” you said timidly and tried to leave again but again you were stopped.   

  With his arms around your waist to prevent you from escaping, he spoke, “What am I going to eat then?  You?”

  You looked at him confused.  Please, please don’t look at me that way or I’ll fall…deeper…

  “Actually, I don’t mind that either,” he replied before leaning over to kiss you on the lips again. 

  Just like before, you stood still as a statue while he sucked on you lips.  Your eyes scrutinized his closed ones as he passionately kissed you.  You tried to wiggle out of his grip, but he interlaced his fingers through yours to steady you.  And just like that, you surrender under his touch.  Your long laces fluttered a few times before you closing your eyes and you kissed him back with just as much passion.  Jongin smiled into the kiss, licking your lips teasingly.  You groaned, parting your lips to let him explore inside your mouth. 

  Out of breath, he finally parted from the kiss.  Your chest heaved up and down trying to even your breathing.  With your forehead against his, you stared into his eyes as they glistened under the fluorescent lights.  He leaned in to peck your lips again. 

  “Mmm…you taste really good,” he teased and you felt as hot as a pot of boiling water.      

          a/n: Hola my little unicorns!!  ヽ(〃＾▽＾〃)ﾉ

  (¬‿¬) Hope you guys enjoyed the infamous food fight turn into make out session.  Girl, just surrender, no one can escape the seduction of Kim Jongin. 

  Right now I’m in the process of rewriting the ending ;) so things may change up a bit…

  Remember new chapter everyday (normally around 8pm CT unless a fellow reader messages me giving a reason, such as having an exam, then I’ll post earlier.  LOL I’m weak when you use pathos against me)!  Well, for this story I sometimes post twice too.  If that happens, I normally post first chapter at around 5pm and second at around 12am.   

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Chapter o9.  Chicken Feet  

  “When you said you were going to make a scene, I didn’t know you were actually going to faint,” Jongin laughed through the phone. 

  “You made me faint, Oppa!  Man up and take responsibility,” you replied, thrashing your legs around in bed. 

  “That was hilarious,” he continued to laugh.

  “It was mortifying!  It’s going to be all over the newspapers in the morning!” you whined, only making him laugh louder. 

  “Oppaaaaaaaa,” you wailed. 

  “Go to bed,” he said and you could still hear hints of chuckling. 

  “I am in bed,” you spoke, pouting. 

  “Then go to sleep.  I’ll pick you up in the morning,” Jongin said.

  “By morning you really mean afternoon, right?” you asked and he succumbed to another fit of laughter.  Were you really that funny?

  “I’ll see you tomorrow.  Good night,” he said.

  “Good night,” you replied and hung up. 

  You rolled around bed, in your pjs, trying so very hard to fall asleep but insomnia was taking you captive.  Why did he kiss you?  He probably didn’t hear me tell him to kiss me on the cheek.  I mean, the crowd was pretty loud.  But the thumping of your heart told you otherwise.  Pabo.  Jongin, Pabo!  But his lips were so soft and sexy and sweet and…NO ________ah, staph.  Staph.    

  Despite not getting an ounce of sleep, you got up from bed completely energized.  Giddily, you dug through your wardrobe to pick the prettiest and cutest dress of the bunch.  You slipped on the mint green flowy dress and braided your hair so it looked like a cascading waterfall.  As you bid your mother farewell, you threw on some tall stilettos.  You know…just in case you wanted to kiss him, you didn’t have to tiptoe.

  The moment you walked out of the house, Jongin was already there, leaning against his car with crossed arms.  Oh you, stop looking so handsome. #^$T##%^%^ 

  As always, he opened the passenger door for you and you got in. 

“So, what’s the occasion?  Why are you so dressed up?” he asked, amused. 

  Oh, just a date with the world’s most handsome man a.k.a. my fiancé.  Biotches, step aside.

  “Oh, nothing.  I just felt like it,” you half-lied, “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see…” he teased and you pouted. 

  Now that you finally observed, Jongin was quite dressed down today compared to his regular suit and tie.  He had on a gray sweater and his hair appeared soft, his bangs covering his forehead.  I still want to run my fingers through it. 

  While you were busy gawking at him, he had already parked the car.

  “_______ah, we’re here.  You can stop staring at me now,” Jongin said, turning off the engine of the car. 

  Omg.  You hid your face behind your hair.  Laughing, he got out of the car and opened the door for you to get out.  With a face of puzzlement, you looked around to guess where your destination was.  The area was populated with street stalls and small cafés.  You turned to him questionably.  He slipped his hand into yours and pulled you to follow him.  And even though your stilettos allowed you to see Jongin from a new height, they were starting to hurt like crazy.  You hid your grimace from your fiancé. 

  He stopped in front of a fried chicken stall. 

  “Here?” you asked.

  “Yep,” he replied, pulling out a seat for you to sit on. 

  The waiters were very friendly and generous.  They laughed and talked with the two of you, even offering to gift you guys extra wings.  Your gaze fell on Jongin as he smiled genuinely at the waiter’s words.  Unknowingly, you found yourself grinning as well. 

  “Does your girlfriend not like you eating fried chicken?” you asked him while gobbling down a wing.

  “I don’t know.  Do you not like me eating fried chicken?” he replied also digging into his meal. 

  “No.  I love fried chicken,” you responded, confused.

  “Then why did you ask me?” he spoke with food in his mouth. 

“Because I thought she must not like it so that’s why you brought me here.  You know, since I apparently have a diet of a child,” you answered. 

  He laughed, “I’m glad you’re actually admitting it”. 

  You pouted and pointed at your attire, “But I’m starting to regret wearing this”.  

  “Nah, you look beautiful as always,” he casually complimented.  Argh.  You flirt, you don’t understand the feels I get when you say things like this. 

  Staring at him, you sighed and placed your unfinished chicken back onto the plate.  He probably doesn’t even see you as a girl because he’s treating you like some guy friend, eating fried chicken with him while watching a football game.  Jongin would never do that in front of his little girlfriend. 

  “Are you full already?” he asked.

  You nodded and pushed your plate over to him.

  “I’m going to go to the bathroom,” you mumbled. 

  At the bathroom, you immediately took your shoes off.  A streak of red lined your Achilles heel.  You touched it and instantly winced in pain.  What a great way to add salt to my wound. 

  “What’s the point?  We’re not real anyway,” you said to your reflection in the mirror. 

  Cinderella will have to wake up one day and give back her Prince Charming to another girl. 

  Sluggishly, you walked back out to reunite with your fiancé.  You discovered him with two plates of bones as he rubbed his stomach in satisfaction.

  “Let’s go, I’m done,” he said.

  You waited patiently as he went into the bathroom to wash his oily hands.  A teenage girl walked passed and stopped in front of you.

  “Hey, are you _______ _______?” she asked. 

  “Mmhm…” you replied.

  “Omgosh, your fiancé is so hot,” she confessed. 

  You clenched your fist under the table. 

  Faking a smile, you replied, “Thanks, I’ll tell him you said that”. 

  “You guys don’t match at all.  He should marry someone prettier,” she quipped. 

Omg, what did this little biotch just say?  You clawed at the bottom of the table to prevent yourself from clawing at her face. 

  “That’s good to know,” you tried to calmly reply. 

  Just as you were about to explode, Jongin returned from his bathroom break.  You watched helplessly as the fangirl rubbed her hands all over your fiancé.  Dammit, biotch.  I haven’t even touched those places before, how dare you.  You narrowed your eyes as Jongin semi-flirted with her. 

  Angry, you grabbed your purse and headed out.  You threw on a pair of sunglasses and stalked off, ignoring the painful sensation of your heels getting sliced more and more with every step you took.  Warm liquid dripped down your shaded eyes and you roughly wiped them away with your hands.  You don’t even understand why you were so upset.  It’s not like she said anything but the truth. 

  “_________ah!” Jongin called, chasing after you. 

  As soon as he caught up, he grabbed you by the arm.  You flung him off angrily. 

  “Hey, hey.  Why are you so angry?” he asked. 

  You don’t respond.   

  “Why do you have sunglasses on?  It’s winter,” he questioned, laughing at your fashion sense. 

  You ignored him again, running over to the street corner to hail a taxi. 

  “Hey.  What’s wrong?” Jongin asked, his tone desperate. 

  He slammed the taxi door shut and waved for the driver to leave.  Still, you ignored him, walking over to another street corner.  Suddenly, he scooped you off your feet and threw you over his shoulder.  You thrashed around childishly but he doesn’t let you down until he was at his car.  Gently, he placed you down onto the passenger seat. 

  “Wait for me right here,” he said and ran off. 

  You crossed your arms and cried in the car.  Why were you crying?  You had no idea why you were crying but you were.  Angrily, you kicked the car seat and buried your face into your inner elbow. 

  Jongin returned with a plastic bag in his hand.  He took the contents out and threw the rest into the backseat.  You stubbornly continued to ignore him, until he lifted your leg onto his lap.  Gently, he took off your heels.  You hissed and finally looked up.  In his hands was a box of bandages.  Leaning down to your feet, he blew on your cut a few times before sealing it with a band-aid.  He patted his lap and you obediently lifted your other leg for him to examine. 

  “Don’t ever wear those shoes ever again.  I’m going to bring them home and burn them,” he said angrily as he wrapped up the other cut. 

  You let out a soft giggle.  Jongin looked up at you, relieved that you were happier. 

  “Then how am I supposed to walk?” you asked, sniffling back your tears. 

  “I’ll carry you,” he immediately responded.

  Butterflies flutter in your stomach and you burst out in a fit of laughter, already forgetting why you were mad in the first place.    

            a/n: I can imagine you guys narrowing your eyes at the screen and thinking, “The longer she writes about them being fluffy and lovey-dovey that means the obstacle is going to be super angsty”.  (╯ಊ╰) MUHAAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA maybe…maybe not  #trollchenpossessed

  Soo glad you guys liked the last chapter :D It’s my favorite along with a few of the later ones hehe. 

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Temporary Affairs

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Chapter 15. First Night

  Throughout the reception, guests crowded around to congratulate you and your husband on your marriage.  Happily, clinging to your hubby, you bowed and thanked them for their kind words.  You discovered the chatterbox within you had quieted opting to let Jongin do all the talking while you silently watched him as he laughed and smiled sincerely to the ongoing celebration. 

  “Jagiya, you’re staring at me again,” he whispered into your ear.  I know, I’m scared I won’t be able to once you realize you don’t really want me. 

  You hung your head in shame.

  “But I like it when you do that,” he added, seeing that you took his teasing too seriously. 

  Your head lifted and you gazed into his eyes trying to read his expression.  Instead, he grinned, leaned in, and lightly pecked you on the lips with reassurance.  For a moment, your eyes rolled back and you almost fainted again.  Jongin caught you, chuckling at how familiar this situation was.  And through his sweet-talking and laughter, a small part of your locked heart inevitably revealed itself again.  ________ah, let’s just pretend it’s real.         

  A man held out his glass of wine and said, “Cheers to the world’s most attractive couple”. 

  You couldn’t help but giggle at the description so you clunked your champagne glass against his, and lifted it to your lips.  However, before you could take a sip, the over protective male beside you grabbed the glass and gulped the contents down. 

  “You’re sick, don’t you dare drink any alcohol today,” he said in response to your pout. 

  “But…Oppaaaaa,” you complained, shaking your body childishly. 

  “No buts,” he firmly said.  You crinkled your nose and stuck out your tongue. 

  But even then as you threw your mini tantrum, you couldn’t keep your eyes from roaming around the handsome heir’s features.  Perhaps it was because you hadn’t seen him for a whole month, you needed to take extra glances to cure your longing heart.  Oppa, I love you.  So you did your best to push the negative thoughts to the back of your mind and enjoy the moment.      

  When the crowd around you guys disperse a bit, Jongin pulled you over to a corner.  You eyed him suspiciously as he poured a glass of wine down a fountain.

  “What are you doing?” you asked, tiptoeing to look over his shoulder.  But, gosh was your husband tall.  You ended up hopping up and down like a bunny to catch glimpses of your husband’s mischief. 

  “Here, you can have this,” he held the glass to you. 

  Your eyes sparkled, thinking that he finally let you have some alcohol.  However, as soon as you took a sip of the contents, your smile dropped.

  “It’s water,” you said with a deadpanned expression. 

  “Exactly,” he responded, pinching your nose, “So later when someone congratulates us, you can pretend to drink your ‘alcohol’”.

  “Oh gee, thanks dad,” you said sarcastically. 

  Amused, he responded, “Sorry, Babe, I’m not into daddy kink”. 

  You almost choked on your water.  Laughing, Jongin patted your back to alleviate your sudden coughs.  As you recovered, it finally came to your realization that you were married.  You were really married…which meant you had a husband…which meant tonight…

  Maybe then…he’ll love me more. 

  Burying your face entirely into your palms, you swore you were internally exploding.  You couldn’t even look at a single inch of your husband without feeling like you were being cooked over a campfire.  Desperately, you tried to fan yourself with your hands. 

  “Babe, is your fever coming back?” your husband asked, taking a menu from the table to help fan you down. 

  “M-maybe…” you stuttered, avoiding eye contact. 

  Worriedly, he placed his palm over your forehead and you flinched from the contact.  Electric currents travelled down your spine.  You stared lustfully at his collarbone as he continued to fan you. 

  “Jagiya, maybe you should take that off,” he spoke, tugging at your shawl. 

  I’ll take everything off.  Meet me at the pit.

  “O-oppa…” you sputtered as you stared fervidly at his lips.

  Jongin narrowed his eyes and paused his fanning. 

  “Oppa…” you called out again, your eyes roamed down his abdomen. 

  Immediately, he smashed his lips against yours.  You sucked in your breath, clawing at his shoulders.  Everything was happening way too fast for you to even comprehend.  He sucked on the crook of your neck and you gasped for air.  Your shawl was discarded onto the floor as you roughly unbuttoned his shirt.  Tugging on his collar, you kissed him hungrily and he returned your kiss with just as much passion.  You groaned, wrapping your legs around his hips. 

  The sound of shattering glass startled you two.  Still half-clinging onto your husband, you turned around to see your mother-in-law alarmed by you two’s frisky misconduct.  Omg.  Slowly, your legs dropped back down onto the floor. 

  “Ommaaaaaaa…” Jongin complained. 

  “Oppa, let’s wait until we’re home,” you whispered, tugging on his sleeve. 

  Grunting, he stood back up and straightened himself.  Embarrassed, you began to fan yourself again.  You turned around as your husband re-buttoned his shirt back up.  When Jongin’s mother left you two alone, Jongin placed his chin on your shoulder. 

  “Can’t wait for tonight,” he whispered seductively in your ear and you swore your heart exploded.  Omg, I’m going to take you right here, bad boy. 

  You grabbed his collar again to pull him into an intense kiss, but a shadow appeared to advance toward you. 

  “_______ah!” Bang Minah’s voice squealed.  Omg, whyyyy?!  Best friend, I love you but go away.  Go awayyyyyy.

  Sighing, you let go of your husband and turned around to greet your best friend.  To your dismay, your maid of honor dragged you further and further away from your husband.  Your feet shuffled around impatiently as she introduced you to a few of her friends.  Seconds felt like minutes and minutes felt like hours.  The fire within you was so scorching; you desperately needed your man to put it out.

  “Minah.  Minah!” you called to her to get her to stop talking for a moment.

  “Yeah?” she asked, confused by the sweat that gathered on your chin.

  “Be right back okay?” you said and without waiting for a reply, you rushed back to the hallway where you had left your husband.  But he was gone.  No.  No. No. 

  “Oppa, I neeeeed you,” you heard your voice whisper. 

  You ran around the venue to search for your mate.  As you do, you dreadfully tried to avoid the eyes of familiar guest, who would stop you to chat.  Not now.  Not now.  Right now all you wanted to chat with and touch was this sexy, handsome, tall man a.k.a. your husband, Kim Jongin. 

  When you finally discovered his silhouette, you gleefully ran forward only to stop abruptly to hide behind a wall.  Sohee had seen you, rushed forward, and planted a kiss on your husband’s lips.  Oh how effin’ dare you, you biotch.  You gaped in surprise as you impulsively took off a heel and hurled it at her direction.  It landed on her forehead, causing her to fall over from the impact.  Unlady-like, you limped over to her. 

  “YOU SLUT!  HE IS MY HUSBAND.  HOW FREAKIN’ DARE YOU!” you screamed, straddling her and slapping her cheeks until they were the color of a tomato. 

  She groaned in pain.  You deserve it, biotch!  Strong arms wrapped around your waist and before you knew it you were thrown over Kim Jongin’s broad shoulders.  You kicked your legs around.  Angrily, you took off your other shoe and threw it at Sohee.  But your aim was really off.  The heel hit the side of the wall and skidded across the hall. 

  “_______ah, calm down,” Jongin said, gently placing you back on the floor at the other end of the hall. 

  “Calm down!?  She just kissed you yet again!” you screamed. 

  “I know, but Babe, calm down, you just recovered from a fever,” he spoke calmly while stroking your arm. 

  But you were fuming.  No one – NO ONE on the face of this planet should dare to lay a single finger on the skin of your man – yet this biotch, this slut, this whore, eh#$^%&%$95u90u dared to place her stupid lips on the lips reserved for you and only you. 

  “I know!?!?!  Kim Jongin, you liked it didn’t you?!” you hollered.

  “What?!  Of course not.  You saw, I pushed her away!” he said, holding his arms up defensively. 

  “No, you didn’t!  Did you kiss her back?!  You kissed her back, didn’t you?!?!!” you were going insane. 

  He snorted and replied, “_______ah, you’re being really possessive right now”. 

  Whut DID HE JUST SAY?!

  “POSSESSIVE?!  You’re my husband!  Of course I am possessive!  That’s the second time that biotch kissed you!” you shouted. 

  Jongin rolled your eyes and murmured, “Actually, we used to kiss all the time before I met you”. 

  Shit.  He did not just say that.  You stared at him speechless.  So he did blame you for breaking him and Sohee up.    

  Clawing his hair, he exaggerated a sigh and said, “Look, Jagiya.  I didn’t mean to say that”.

  But the damage was done.  You let out a bitter laugh, nodded, and turned around to walk off.  Immediately, he grabbed you by the arm.  You swung him away. 

  “Jagiya…” he called but you continued walking. 

  As you entered into the crowd, Jongin desperately tried to chase after you.  You grabbed a random glass of wine from a table and gulped it down.  Walking down another hall, you stole another glass from a guest, laughed, and then gulped that down too.  Slowly, you started to feel dizzy again. 

  Why the hell did you always have the worst luck?  Just when things were getting better again, they turned for the worst.  Angrily, you crumpled a pamphlet in your hands. 

  In the car ride home, you crossed your arms and gave your husband the silent treatment.  He sighed, frustrated that you were frustrated that he was frustrated that you were…DAMMIT.  You kicked the car seat, angrily.  Jongin cautiously touched your arm with his fingertip but you flung him away. 

  As you trotted up the stairs of the Kim Manor, your husband silently followed behind.  You entered his room and slammed the door in his face. 

  “Go sleep on the sofa!” you hollered. 

  With your hands on your hips, you waited for him to come in and apologize to you, but his shadow slowly crept away.  You plopped onto the bed with a mix of hurt, disappointment, anger, and the urge to slice the neck of the next person who dared ever lay hands on your husband. 

  And that…was how your first night together ended.          

      a/n: ~trolled~  ლ(́◉◞౪◟◉‵ლ)  BWHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA but but PANDA UNNIE YOU HINTED THAT SOMETHING ELSE WAS HAPPENING IN THIS CHAPTER…mwhahaahahaha ;p

  Learn to never judge a chapter by its title…what’s the next chapter’s title? What do you guys think will happen?  ~evil cackle in bkgrd~  ≧∇≦

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Temporary Affairs II

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Disclaimer: There may be a part in this chapter not suitable for younger viewers.  If you do not wish to read it kindly skip the section highlighted with the "※               ※                 ※" borders.  It’s more for comedic purposes than ahem, but let’s play safe ;).

  Chapter 13.  Happiness 

  A month flashed by in the blink of an eye.  Yoona turned from a pink wrinkly creature to a chubby happy little baby.  You soon realized that you had been scaring yourself with the whole “unfit to be a mother role” talk because you were practically an expert; it was so much easier than you had imagined because you were enjoying every moment of it.  Plus, Yoona was such a good girl.  She rarely threw tantrums without a reason.  In addition to all of that, your mother-in-law had bonded with the little princess.  There wasn’t a moment where they weren’t together. 

  “Aigoo!  Yoon-ie is such a beautiful girl, isn’t she?” your mother-in-law bounced the little bundle up and down on her lap. 

  You passed her a bib to wipe off the drool that escaped from the corner of Yoona’s lips.

  “She has such big round eyes just like her mother’s,” she complimented.

  A flush of pink covered your cheeks.  Yoona extended out her tiny arms as if asking to be held.  Your mother-in-law happily complied, bringing her into her chest. 

  “She’s spoiled rotten!” you exclaimed, giggling when the baby’s lips curled up into a sneaky smile. 

  The jingling of keys sounded from the front door.  You turned around to see Jongin and Sehun enter, chatting gleefully with one another.  In Sehun’s arms was Youngwoo in a mini suit and tie. 

  “Aww, my little Youngwoo-yah!” you jumped from your seat to greet the little prince. 

  Sehun gladly passed the baby boy into your arms.  You nuzzled into Youngwoo’s tummy and he giggled at your touch.  Holding him, you stalked back to the sofa to reunite with your mother-in-law and Yoona. 

  The little boy looked at Yoona intrigued to see another baby in the same room. 

  “Young-ie, this is Yoona!” you introduced in a baby’s voice, “Do you think she’s pretty?” 

  Youngwoo babbled happily in affirmation while Yoona scared innocently back at him. 

  “Oy, Jagiya, are you trying to play matchmaker?” Jongin asked. 

  “And what if I am?” you inquired, wiggling your brows. 

  “You’re really going to betroth our precious little princess off already?” he half-whined.

  “And what if I am?” you repeated.

  Jongin looked at Sehun for backup but Sehun simply replied, “I don’t mind”. 

  Your husband threw his head back defeated. 

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  On a Sunday afternoon, a few weeks later, Jongin, you, and Yoona took time off to visit your parent’s place because they had been nagging to see the baby.  Eagerly, you pounced into the back seat, kicking your legs gleefully for you hadn’t been back to your old house in over a year.  Shaking his head in amusement, your husband carefully opened the back door and buckled Yoona into the baby carrier.  She flailed around, whimpering and crying at the unfamiliar atmosphere. 

  “Aigoo, my little princess.  It’s okay, Omma is here,” you immediately bent over to kiss her and rubbed her little tummy in a soothing manner. 

  After another round of kisses, coos, and peek-a-boos, the baby’s mood picked up.  Jongin and you sighed in relief. 

  “So are my queen and my princess ready to set off?” your husband asked in the driver seat while adjusting the rearview mirror. 

  “Yes Sir!” you saluted and he drove off. 

  On the way there, you and Yoona invented a new game called “Bye Bye Pacifier”.  Yes, you could have thought of a more creative title but it was really on the spot.  At the red light, Jongin turned around to peep at you two’s silliness and laughed.  Basically, Yoona would spit out her pacifier; you would go “oopsie” in a baby voice, pick it up then stick it back into her mouth.  She’d make this adorable noise between a giggle and babble and playfully spit it back out, thrashing her tiny arms around to motion for you to pick it back up for her.  By the time you were at your destination, you guys were at round twenty-five of “Bye Bye Pacifier”. 

  “Jagiya, we’re here,” Jongin announced after realizing that you were so focused in your playtime with your daughter, you didn’t even notice.

  “Oh,” you responded then turned to the baby, “Yoon-ie, you wanna see grandma and grandpa?” 

  She sucked on her pacifier, making a “toot toot” noise.  Awww.  I’m gonna meltttt.  Jongin got out of the car and opened the door for you.  You unstrapped Yoona and gently lifted her up onto your chest. 

  “Omma!  Appa!  I’m home!” you greeted as soon as the maid opened the door to the place you spent your childhood at.  You almost cried tears of joy. 

  “Aigoo!!!  My precious baby!” you mother rushed toward you.

  You extended one arm out, anticipating a hug but your mother U-turned and took Yoona out from your arms. 

  -____________-.  You pouted.  Beside you, your husband stifled back a mocking laughter and instead patted your shoulder. 

  Crossing your arm, you followed your mother into the living room area. 

  “Now that Omma has Yoona, she forgot about ________,” you pretended to be upset, but really you were so overjoyed that Yoona was so loved in the family. 

  “________ah, you’re not jealous of your own daughter, right?” your mother asked, not taking her attention off the cute baby in her lap.      

  “What if I am?  Even Oppa neglects me for Yoona,” you jokingly complained. 

  Next to you, your husband immediately retorted, “I do not!” 

  You turned to him and threw him to a goofy grin to make sure he knew you weren’t being serious.

  “Well, even if he did.  I wouldn’t blame him, Yoona is the most adorable little baby ever.  Huh?  Isn’t Halmoni right, Yoonie?” the older woman said, nuzzling her nose against your daughter’s tummy.  She squirmed around spitting out her pacifier.

  “Oopsie,” you automatically replied, squatting down to pick it up, disinfect it, and stick it back into Yoona’s mouth. 

  “Abonim, do you want to hold Yoona?” you heard your husband ask your father who had been silently watching. 

  “Yeah, Appa, do you want to play with her?” you asked, picking up the baby to give to your father but he grunted and shook his head. 

  So you hang your head in disappointment and held Yoona up to your face to kiss her chubby cheeks in case she was also hurt by the rejection.  But really, it was your way of comforting another in hopes of distracting yourself from the blow.  Upset, you turned around and sat back down beside your mother.  Just as you do, your husband stood up, walked over, took Yoona from your arms, and placed her onto your father’s lap.  The middle-aged man, looked up at his son-in-law stunned but then softened when Yoona cooed and bounced up and down joyfully in his hold.  A rare smile crept on his face and tears brimmed in your eyes.  Jongin sat down next to you with an arm around your shoulder. 

  You leaned your head into his chest and whispered, “Thank you”.  Squeezing your hand, he shook his head to defer the credit so you rewarded him a gentle peck on the cheek. 

  “_______ah, I have something to give Yoona, come upstairs with me,” your mother spoke. 

  “Oh no, Omma.  She’s already super spoiled,” you informed but your mother was stubborn.  So you nodded and followed her up, curious as to what the present was. 

  Midway down the second floor hall, you started to feel a bit homesick.  After all, this place was where you spent the first twenty-two years of your life.  It was where you took your first step, rode your first bicycle, cried when you failed your chemistry exam…etc.  Unknowingly, you stopped in front of your princess room and peeped in.  Everything was still the same –  the pastel pink walls, lace curtains, and princess chair.  You giggled recalling the time Jongin barged in to check on you after you had forgotten to give him a call after you got home.  We will meet again someday, thank you for being my escape for these twenty-two years.  I have found my home with Oppa and Yoona now.  With a contented sigh, you closed the door.

  As your mother dug through her drawers searching for the mysterious gift for your daughter, you waited outside to not pressure her.  That’s when your eye discovered that your father’s office door wasn’t locked.  Growing up, it was like some forbidden area that no one – not even your mother was allowed in.  Curiosity killed the cat.  Tiptoeing, you took a peep through the slit.  That’s when you saw it.  Instantly, a tear rolled down your face.  You opened the door and without your consent, your legs guided you forward to the image that captivated your attention earlier.  In the center of the room was a painting, oh so nobly framed in this gorgeous glass and crystal border.  But it wasn’t just any painting – it was “The Puppet”, your first ever work of art that got officially displayed at an art gallery.  Your husband had informed you that immediately following its exhibition, an anonymous buyer had purchased it for a large sum of money.  Never in a million years would you have guessed it was your one and only father.

  Your lips quivered and your face was immediately swamped in tears.  Lifting your hand, your fingers grazed along the painting.  Under it was a label that read, “My Precious Daughter, ________’s Masterpiece”. 

  “Appa…” your voice cracked and your shoulders shook. 

  Your attention turned to the other walls of his office, that were lined with other drawings and pictures, a few of them dating to when you were just the tender age of three.  It was a sloppy crayon drawing you did for a preschool assignment called, “My Family”.  Walking over to another wall, you sobbed seeing a ripped up painting that was taped carefully back together and framed in a delicate diamond border.  It was the watercolor landscape you drew and submitted to an Art Academy secretly, behind your father’s back, when you were applying for colleges.  When he found out, he had angrily torn it up and threatened to disown you if you dared diverge from the path of business he had intended you to walk.  But why was it here?  You wiped your tears to squint at the letters underneath.  “A Father’s Heartbreaking Decision,” it read.  You burst into tears. 

  “Waaaa waaa waaaa,” a baby’s cry caught your attention. 

  Gasping, you turned around to see Jongin with Yoona in his arms.  Next to him was your father.  Upon realizing you noticed him, he instantaneously turned to leave. 

  “Abonim!” Jongin called.

  “Appa!” you called too, racing out of the room to chase him. 

  He stopped in his tracks with his back facing you. 

  “Appa…” you called out again, slowly walking toward him. 

  From his shaking shoulders, you could tell he was crying.  So to give him face, you stopped a foot away from him and didn’t force him to turn around. 

  “…I really…really didn’t know you kept all my artwork…” you began tearfully.

  Swallowing, he cleared his throat and said with a cracked voice, “I didn’t want you to find out”.

  “But why?  I don’t understand Appa…I thought you said my art was worthless…” you sobbed. 

  “Appa…Appa was selfish,” he admitted, “To insure that my company would survive generation after generation…I sacrificed my one and only daughter’s happiness…not only her marriage but also her passion and talent”. 

  By then, you were already bawling a river.  Beside you, Jongin squeezed you shoulder.  You looked up at him with watery eyes.  He gave you a reassuring nod and a gentle push for you to walk forward.  So you did.  With quivering lips, you placed your hand on your father’s arm.  His body stiffened.  Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him. 

  “Thank you, Appa,” you sobbed. 

  For the first time he turned to you and you finally saw the extent of his break down.  His eyes were bloodshot red and her facial features sagged. 

  “No…you shouldn’t—“ he spoke.

  “No, I should.  Growing up, I was under the illusion that you thought my art was not good enough.  But now I know.  Thank you.  And because of you, I have found my eternal happiness with Jongin-oppa and Yoona,” you responded, tightening you hug around him. 

  He was silent for the next few minutes but gradually, he brought his hand up and patted your shoulder.  It wasn’t a lot but it was enough to show you that he cared and his actions against you growing up were all out of love.  With one last squeeze, you removed yourself from him.  Turning around, you realized that not only was Jongin and your daughter witnessing the father-daughter interaction, your mother had seen it all play out as well.  She wiped the tears that brimmed in her eyes and walked up to your with a velvet box in her hand. 

  “Here it is.  Your father picked it out,” she informed.

  “No, I didn’t,” you father immediately countered, fidgeting nervously. 

  “Yes, he did,” your mother corrected. 

  You sighed in anticipation and took the box from her hands.  Inside was a pair of golden anklets with bells.  You squinted your eyes and picked up the one that looked visibly worn out.  Inside was a deep engraving of your name. 

  “_______ah, do you remember that?  It was yours when you were a baby. Your father kept it to this day.  After you gave birth, he searched everywhere for a blacksmith who would make a replica for your daughter”, your mother informed.

  Holding back tears, you held the other anklet up to your eyes to see “Kim Yoona” engraved into the inside.  You held it up to your chest, sobbing. 

  Jongin walked over with Yoona and asked, “Abonim, do you want to help Yoon-ie put it on?”

  Biting your lip, you looked from your daughter to your father.  A whimper managed to escape when the older man blinked back tears, stepped forward, and took the anklet from your hands.  His body trembled but with determination, he gently slipped it onto the baby’s foot. 

  “Waa, so pretty, right Yoon-ie?” Jongin said, bouncing her up and down.  She squirmed around causing the bells to jingle. 

  Your father sighed and turned to leave but you called after him.  Holding out the box that contained your anklet, you asked, “Appa, do you want to keep it?” 

  He looked up to stop the tears from falling.  A wide grin spread across his face and he placed his hands over yours that held the box, “I’d love to”. 

  You threw your arms around him again.              

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  One day as you were taking your sweet time soaking in a bubble bath, Jongin barged in to relieve his bladder.  You gasped, covering your body shyly.  Really…why were you that shy…Your heart raced in an insane speed, roaming over his body. 

  “Sorry, Jagiya, I really need to go.  I’ll be quick,” he apologized.

  After using the toilet, he turned around to leave but you slid open the glass shower door and popped your head out.

  “Oppa…do you want to stay?” you asked bashfully.

  His hand hovered over the doorknob, seemingly debating whether to stay or to leave. 

  “Oppa…” you called out seductively. 

  In seconds, you watched him strip down, tossing his clothes randomly all throughout the restroom as if creating a trail all the way from the door to the bathtub you were in. 

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    You huffed and puffed.  Sweet drops trickled down your forehead, down to the crook of your neck, stopping on the valley between your breasts.  Jongin teasingly licked it off with his tongue.  You groaned and he smirked. 

  “Stop teasing me…” you whined. 

  “Okay, Babe.  Ready for another round then?” he said lustfully. 

  Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as his bare skin touched yours.  A shiver ran down your spine like electric currents.  You clawed his back when he slipped inside of you. 

  “Oppaa…” you called out, bending your back forward to get closer against his body. 

  Flexing his neck, he flirtatiously grazed his lips against yours. 

  “You’re teasing meeeee,” you whined, grasping a fistful of his hair to keep him steady so you could kiss him back. 

  A moan escaped your lips when his tongue crept into your mouth. 

  And then suddenly, a loud wail sounded through the baby walkie-talkie monitor.  You blinked, confused and hazed at first from your lovemaking to recognize what was happening.  But when you did remember, you tapped on Jongin’s shoulder to get his attention. 

  “Yoona,” you managed to say in between a kiss. 

  “Should I go get it?” Jongin asked, still hovering over you, his hips still thrusting up and down. 

  “No, I can,” you replied, though you’d honestly much rather continue what you were doing. 

  Just as you were leaning over to grab your top, Yoona’s cries ceased.  Puzzled, both Jongin and you froze in place. 

  “I got it.  You two can continue doing…uh…whatever you were doing,” your mother-in-law’s voice shouted from outside the room. 

  “Oh my God,” you mouthed to Jongin but all he did was chuckle in delight. 

  “Guess we can go a few more rounds tonight then, Babe,” he leaned in to suck on your lower lips.  You’re such a teaseee you sex god. 

  But you always fell for his trap – always.     

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      On a Sunny afternoon, two months later, Jongin and you were sitting on the bed flipping through tourist magazines.  You knew you wanted to go somewhere romantic for your make up Honey Moon.

  “How about San Franciso?” Jongin suggested but you shook your head.

  “Nah, that place is so foggy!” you commented.

  Smirking, he draped an arm around your waist and seductively whispered, “You know what we can do in all that fog?”  Omg.  Oh no you didn’t, bad boy. 

  You felt the temperature rise up from your toes to the top of your head.  Taking the magazine into both your hands, you fanned it to lower your body temperature.  But Jongin, held onto your wrist to stop you. 

  “You know, I can easily help you with that instead,” he slurred.

  You bent your head back when he nibbled your ear.  Kim Jongin, you life ruiner!!!  And somehow within seconds, he was already on top of you, licking your lips to tempt you to fall into his trap again.  And you willingly fell.  But a sudden knot in the pit of your stomach caused you to push him away.  Covering your mouth, you dashed into the bathroom and threw up into the toilet.  Oh crap.  Kim Jongin, you did not…

   Your husband quickly sprinted into the restroom to check on you. 

  “Are you okay?” he asked worriedly, his tone so much more serious than the one he used in bed. 

  Clutching your stomach, you continued to vomit into the toilet bowl.  Grimacing beside you, Jongin patted your back, hoping it’d make you feel better.  When you were done, you immediately flipped through the calendar looking for familiar red stars that you stuck on each month as record.  But you hadn’t marked anything this month.  With your mouth agape, you turned around to look at your hubby. 

  “What?” he asked confused at your expression. 

  “Kim Jongin…you did not…” you gritted your teeth. 

  “I did not what?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. 

  Shaking your head, you dug in the cabinets for a pregnancy test.  You never thought you’d be putting those to use so quickly.  Jongin’s eyes widened.

  “Jagiya…you’re not…” he began and you sent him a death glare. 

              So for the next ten minutes, the two of you waited quietly in the bathroom.  At first you were so angry and miserable that there was a possibility of #2 coming so fast after you had just gotten through the first pregnancy.  Well, and the fact that your husband had promised you a Honey Moon to make up for the one you guys missed because you got pregnant and had to cancel the first one.  But as the clock ticked, your frown gradually flipped upside down.  There were so many people in this world dying to have children but couldn’t and if God trusted you enough to gift you another little angel, then you’d be more than happy. 

  You looked up to glance at Jongin and realized he’d been silently observing you.  His face was filled with remorse and guilt. 

  Laughing, you asked, “What’s with the sad face?”

  “I’m not going to forgive myself if I got you pregnant so fast again,” he grunted. 

  With a contented sigh, you got up from the toilet seat and walked over to sit on the edge of the bathtub, next to Jongin. 

  “You know…Oppa…maybe it’s not such a bad idea.  At this rate, I’ll be done giving birth to our six children by the age of thirty!” you chirped, hugging his arm. 

  “But I promised you I’d take you on your vacation,” he sighed. 

  “Yeah, Kim Jongin you better not forget that.  I better get to go on a world tour after #2,” you joked. 

  Your husband’s spirits lifted seeing that you weren’t upset anymore.  The timer buzzed on your phone to notify you that the results were out.  Jongin and you exchanged looks of anticipation.  Closing your eyes, you said a little prayer. 

  Two lines.  A wide grin spread across your face. 

  “Yay, our Baby Rockstar is on board!” you exclaimed happily. 

  Next to you, Jongin sighed again and leaned in to kiss you on your cheek.

  “I’m sorry, Jagiya,” he apologized. 

  Frowning, you turned around and gave him a stern look, “I’m not angry at all…but if you continue to have that depressed look on your face then I will be.  I will come to the conclusion that you don’t want me or the baby”.

  “No!  No, that’s not what I meant at all,” he said defensively. 

  Smiling, you took both of his hands into yours and said, “Then let’s go celebrate!!”

  Jongin chuckled, thankful for your optimism.  You dragged him downstairs to share the good news with your mother-in-law, who you knew would be thrilled to learn that she was about to have another grandchild to play with. 

  Midway, your husband stopped you.  With a sigh, he gazed into your eyes.  You looked back into his.  Effortlessly, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear and subsequentially leaned in to give you a tender, loving kiss.  You kissed him back with just as much love. 

  “Jagiya, I really love you,” he confessed, “Like really, really”.

  “And I really, really, really love you too,” you replied, tiptoeing to give him another kiss. 

  When you two separated, he nuzzled his nose against yours. 

  “…But…I’m ready to add another ring to my collection,” you joked, pointing at the two that sat on your ring finger.  Hehe. 

  “Your wish is my command,” he slurred before closing the distance between your lips again. 

  You giggled into the kiss, feeling oh so, so blessed to have gone through the whirlwind of events to lead up to this point time where if someone asked you to describe in one word, you would simply reply with, “Happiness”.          

              a/n: ~CRIES A RIVER~ THANK YOU ALL MY LITTLE UNICORNS AND BUNNIES <3 >3< It has been an amazing journey with you guys through Temporary Affairs!!! o(╥﹏╥)o

  Jongin & his super sperms though haha.  & Youngna/ Yoonwoo ship sailing already when they’re only babies gahhhh legit love at first sight!!!  (▰˘◡˘▰)

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