Namjoon Daddy 소설 & 이야기

Hoseong chuckled at Namjae's sarcastic way. Harin rolled her eyes and looked at her dad. She bursted, 'Dad enough, don't threaten my future husband'. Hoseong looked at her and laughed out loud, to hear her. Namjae rolled his eyes and chuckled the next moment. He was happy about his daughter and his business.

Waen and I both scream and quickly headed down to hug our aunt. Aunt Zara is Mom's eldest sister. She's married to a Korean millionaire, uncle Park Joon-Bum and they had a huge entertainment building in South Korea and had an only child, the K-pop superstar, also a model, an ambassador, an vocalist and also a CEO of his own cosmetic brand. He's widely famous all over South Korea, Japan and in some other south east Asian countries. "How's my two cutie girl." Aunt inquired running a palm on our heads.

Yoon, Jeonghan's father was standing a few meters away from us, his eyes were focused on Honey. His eyes were filled with tears while looking at Honey who was still hiding behind me, her grip in my hand tightened when Mr. Yoon walked towards us, bent down in front of her. "Mommy, is he my grandpa?" Honey looked up at me, her eyes were so innocent. "Yes baby, I am your handsome grandpa." he answered smiling widely. His arms hooked around Honey's small frame and hugged her in a warm embrace, his shoulders were shaking and he sobbed loudly kissing Honey's head. "Oh, my Honey."

Then JD-hyung speak. “Ah! Boys, I need to leave you here for now. I have to prepare the equipment for later. Enjoy yourself, Jun and David. And follow me later, Danny and Jaden.” “Yes, hyung.” Danny-hyung and Jaden said. “Thank you, hyung.” Jun and I chorused. “See you later, Iyah.” He then said to noona. “See you.” Noona said to him. The he turned around and we watched him move around the crowd towards the DJ booth. Iyah-noona faced us.

But he bowed his head slightly. “Yes, Father.” His dad turned and walked away. The footsteps faded. The house fell silent again. Kai exhaled, long and shaky, realizing only then that his breath had been locked in his lungs the entire conversation. You’d think—based on the public photos plastered across Asia and America—that his father was some saintly fashion mogul. Han Jaehyun, the legend behind RJ, the brand that ate runways for breakfast and was worshiped by influencers like a new religion.

His hand slid down to squeeze my ass, pulling me tighter against him. “Later,” he promised against my mouth, voice dark. “When we’re home and the children are asleep, I’m going to worship every inch of you, princess. Remind myself that even as our family grows, you’re still mine to ruin.” Heat flushed through me. “Yes, Daddy.” ---

I pause what I’m doing and call them over. “Come here, you two. Listen to me,” I say, unable to stop smiling. My voice practically bursts with excitement. “I have the best news ever. I’m so happy right now because your daddy is coming to see us tonight.” Their eyes widen instantly, and both of them squeal with excitement. But then DJ suddenly goes quiet. He tilts his head, his little brows pulling together in confusion. “Wait, Mama…” he says softly. “Isn’t Daddy in heaven?”

“We will go to church tomorrow.” “Yes mummy” Juan said. He yawned as his mother helped put him to bed. She drew the blanket up to his chest when he laid down. Isabella kissed his forehead. She took one of his power rangers' story books to read it to him when she heard his question. A question she was running away from. “Mom, if we had a daddy…he would have saved us just like that man did today, right?” She wanted to say something, but words betrayed her. Juan needed a dad. It was all he has been singing for six months now.

"Congratulations." "How is that a scam?" Emma folded her arms and leaned against the bathroom door. "Lia." "Hmm?" "Let's use the little common sense God gave us." Lia narrowed her eyes immediately. "I already don't like where this conversation is going." Emma raised a finger. "The sole heir of the De Luca family." A second finger joined the first. "The son of the infamous Il Re Nero (The Dark King)." A third finger followed. "The future Don of the richest and most feared Mafia family in the whole world."

Namjoo’s tone instantly changed to one that was friendly, “I’m honored to be in the presence of the one and only daughter of the General. I’m deeply sorry for the disrespect I have caused you. I would like to re-do our introductions. I hope that all of our previous interactions will be forgotten. My name is Gong, Namjoo. I’m the only daughter of the Gong Family.” Yuna was not expecting this kind of response. She wasn’t expecting to meet a fan of her fathers. She came across countless people, but all of them only seeked to gain something from being on good terms with her father. Yuna could already tell that Namjoo had no intention of gaining anything.