CHOI YEONJUN

Oh! So it’s my point of view now? For what? For reader’s thirst of course!

“Agh! Ugh… Cum inside me Yeonjun!”

“Bitch! He’s going to cum inside me, shut the hell up!”

“Babies, just suck the hell out of me and I’ll make sure to fill both of you, mmkay? Now, make me feel good.”

These bitches.

I’m on the middle of my threesome when my phone rings. It’s a video call so I answered it and saw her problematic face.

(What am I fucking hearing!? Are you seriously having sex right now!?)

I double tap the screen so it will show the back cam and she rolled her eyes when she saw these bitches sucking my dick at the same time and moans escaping from their filthy mouths.

“Why?” I asked her as I put back the cam to me.

(We need to talk about something.)

“Bro why you serious? Just join us here,” I joked and smirked.

(Fuck you. Come here this instant in my unit!)

“Goddamnit! Wait! If you’re not going to grind on me, I swear I’m going to tell all the teachers from my department!”

I finished fucking these two and went out from their room. I arrived at her unit and type the passcode. I saw her sitting on the sofa so I approached her and is about to kiss her when she slapped me.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked her and sit beside her.

This isn’t new to me. I get slapped, kicked and thrown in the air every time by her.

“You just fucked someone and you’re going to kiss me?” she asked, brows rose.

“Dude, you know I don’t kiss. You’re the only one I’m kissing. So, what’s the tea?” I asked her and casually open my phone and started liking girl’s picture on my feed.

“I’m pregnant.”

“Oh wow congrats,” I bluntly congratulate her and I paused from scrolling then look at her. “With whom?”

“Choi Yeonjun, you asshole. You’re the only one who’s fucking me since the fucking school year started,” she stated in madness.

“Wow,” I reacted. “So that’s my child?”

“Yes,” she confirmed.

“Wow,” I reacted again and tried processing the whole information to me. “So what are we gonna do?” I asked.

“Abort it—“

“Dude, are you fucking high? Why would you do that? No, keep the child and let’s raise it. That’s my fucking cum, my sperm sure is a fast racer.”

“What the hell! How about my work then!?”

“Ms. Kye, was it my fault? Who the fuck allowed to get fucked in the first place because my dick is huge and can fucking my your eyes go—“

“Shut up! I’ll really give you an F! I swear!” she threatens me.

“And you’re going to lose your work if you do that,” I blackmailed her and I smirked.

“Fuck you, Choi Yeonjun! We’re going to take care of this kid together, you get that!?”

“Of-fucking-course! It’s my kid! It won the race and it’ll be a waste to just throw it away like they were billions but it won HAHAHA!”

Kye Tan, she’s my instructor in one of my major subjects. Yeah, I like her— we both like each other actually but not to the extent that I can call it love.

Her pregnancy resulted for her to stop her teaching first while I’m on my graduating years. Her parents scolded us to death and they made me take the full responsibility of her. That’s why we lived together.

On the other hand, my parents fully supported me and they actually love the fact that I’ll be having a kid because they thought I don’t have any plans on getting married.

Married, my foot.

“Choi Yeonjun! You’re up in 2 minutes, okay!? Listen to the cue! If you pass this ramp, I swear to God they will take you to Paris for free lessons, you got it!?” my coach told me.

I smiled, “I can do it!” I cheered.

But a minute before I walk up on stage, my stylist gave me my phone and said someone is calling me. I saw the caller ID and it’s Kye so I immediately answered it.

“Oh why? Are you okay?”

(Goddamnit! I’m going to give birth! Come here now!)

“Holy shit! I’m coming!”

“Hey! Hey! Where are you going!?” coach stopped me.

Fuck! Kye needs me and that’s my fucking son. Why would I stay here?

So, I rushed towards the hospital and went to the ER. I was in the labor room when she gave birth and I swear I’m not going to do this shit again! I almost fucking die from her grip and how she shouts in pain while pushing that thing— oh fuck, it’s my son.

“Ma’am and sir, here’s the sheet you need to fill up for the baby’s basic information, thank you,” the nurse said and gave us this folder before leaving us.

“What should we call him? Have you thought of any?” I asked Kye after seeing what’s need to be filled up.

“None.”

“For nine fucking months, you didn’t even think of one?”

“Kyle?”

I scoff. “Wow, nine months? Kyle?” I said in sarcasm.

“I’ll do it, it’s my son anyways,” I claimed and I felt a slap on my arm.

“He’s my son too!” she appealed.

“Okay! Okay! I’m going to name him Je Nyel, is it fine to you?” I consulted her.

“Where’s our name in there?” she asked in confusion.

“It doesn’t fucking matter! What matter is it’s my sperm and you gave birth to him, okay?”

Nyel started growing up with his mom’s brain and my looks. He’s becoming more like me as times goes by but more responsible like his mom. The three of us lived together to take care of Nyel and decided to just tell him about what’s with me and his mom when he can fully understand things.

“Should we get married for his sake?” Kye asked me.

I shook my head. “Dude, I’m not going to marry you,” I declined.

“But—“

“No, marriage doesn’t work like that. It’ll just worsen if we’ll get married just for him. If things get worst, we’ll get divorced, and then what will happen to him? He’ll be the most vulnerable,” I explained.

Kye and I stayed together for over couple of years but I never felt something to her that will make me push something like that. I don’t love her. I’m just here for my son. But Nyel is smarter than we thought, he can sense things and can read what’s happening.

“Mom, dad, don’t you love each other?”

We both didn’t expect that it’ll be earlier than we expected. So, we don’t have the choice but to tell him everything in a nice and simple way that he can get what we mean.

Also, Kye started to have a guy that actually a teacher to in another university. That complicates some things inside the house but we managed to put it back in place. Good thing her guy can understand our situation too.

When Kye decided to get married, I already left the house and buy my own. That’s when we started scheduling our time for Nyel which is actually difficult for me because it was also my peak career too. So, I needed to make Nyel stay with his mom for the mean time because I’m fucking busy.

“I really can’t, dude. I’m at modeling school right now. I can’t get him, probably tomorrow?” I said while walking towards the men comfort room to wash hands.

(No one will look after him. We’re going to Busan for our anniversary.)

I stop from walking and sigh in frustration. “Fine, I’ll fetch him later,” I gave up and ended the call.

I open the door of the room and I was taken aback when I saw this tall, fine guy whose eyes are closed and calming himself. I can also hear him muttered, “I can do this. You can do this, self,” in repeat.

He whisper, “Stand straight, focus, sharp eyes, don’t smile—“

“And relax,” I whispered behind him while holding both of his tensed shoulders.

“Fuck!” he yelled in shock and look back. “Holy shit! Choi Yeonjun!” he exclaimed and I just giggled with his reaction.

“Hi,” I greeted him and I washed my hands on the sink.

He’s still in shock so I just smiled and decided to leave when he called me so I looked back but he stumbled that made him lose his balance, fall on me and we fell on the floor while he’s above me.

In my whole life I never imagine lying on a restroom’s floor and all my life I never felt my heart throb like this in excitement because of a guy above me.

I’m not homophobic. I fucked guys way back in college too. So, I like both woman and man and I knew it in this moment, I like him.

“I’m sorry!” he apologized and we both stood up.

“Oh, it’s fine,” I chuckled. “Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, I am. Yeah, you’re so hot by the way,” he muttered.

“What?”

“I-it’s hot in here,” he changed his statement and laughs awkwardly.

“Oh, then see you around.”

I didn’t get to know his name and I was shocked when I saw him being one of the students. I can feel his passion in modeling but it’s not enough for me. He still lacks so much. Their instructor scolded some of them and he’s one of them.

Ahh right, I heard his name is Choi Soobin.

“Baby? Yes. Dad will fetch you there by 9, okay?”

(Sure dad! It’s okay, I’m still doing my assignments.)

“Very good—“ I paused when I saw Choi Soobin in the corner crying. “I’ll call you back. I love you.”

“You good?” I asked him and he quickly hid his face while brushing his tears.

“A-ahh yeah.  I am,” he replied stuttering.

“Why did you join here?” I asked him.

That made him looks at me. “I j-joined because… because I want too. I t-think I can pull it off. I know I can do it, that’s why I’m here,” he answered.

“Then do more than you think you can do. That’s the only time you’ll feel more confident, more you, and more victorious. It’s just how you think.”

“Thank you,” he smiled. “Mr. Yeonjun, c-can you be my mentor in modeling?”

I chuckles because I didn’t expect that. “My fee is a bit high tho?”

“I can pay! I meant, can I pay it if I’m already earning?” he negotiated.

I nods and put both my hands inside my pant’s pocket. “I’ll think about it,” I replied.

Then I saw him smiled even wider and that’s when I noticed his dimples. “Thankyou—“ I cut him off.

“Sure, I’ll be your mentor.”

Fuck those dimples.

That’s when Soobin and I started having private lessons. He sometimes trips, he sometimes smile like he’s in pageant or what, and worst is he doubt himself.

“Choi Soobin, stop looking at your feet for fucking sake,” I commented and he stopped walking. “Your feet won’t detach on you. The runway is wide, you’re not going to fell off stage, okay? Again,” I instructed.

“Y-yes.”

“Stop,” I said and he stopped from walking back and looked back at me. “Do you want to drink?”

“Yes? Why?”

“Come here, let’s get out. You’re so tensed,” I stated and pulled my jacket before leaving the room.

The both of us started drinking and mf’s alcohol tolerance is fucking low that after a few bottles he’s already out of himself. I don’t know where his house is so I took him in mine.

“Choi Yeonjun,” he called me in his sleepy voice while I’m making him lay on my couch.

“Hmmm?” I hummed as I took off his shoes and put it on the side.

“I like you,” he suddenly confessed.

“I like you too,” I just replied at him and stood up to see him whose eyes are still close.

“Really? Wow…”

“You should sleep now,” I replied and turned off some of the lights, leaving it dim.

“Wait! Does this means we’re boyfriends now?” he suddenly asked.

“I haven’t courted you yet,” I simply replied.

“The Choi Yeonjun doesn’t need to court me. I’ll say ‘yes’ right away.”

I chuckles after hearing it and just ruffle his hair. “Good night, let’s talk again about that tomorrow.”

When morning came he doesn’t remember any shit so I didn’t brought it up. We became even closer not just being a friend but actually physically closer. Wanna know how did it happen?

Hilariously, Choi Soobin left his phone open while he went inside the locker room to change his clothes. I am damn curious about what inside his gallery so I opened it up only to find out a bunch of my pictures in there and I broke out seeing others getting cropped.

“Jun— holy shit! What are you doing!?” he quickly grabs his phone from me.

“Bin, you little pervert.”

“No! I’m not doing anything about it! I was about to delete it anyways! Look— oh! Why are you getting close to me!” he panicked when I walk towards him.

“Are you sure you want to delete it?” I asked him, grinning.

“Y-yeah? Recycle bin exists so…” he looked away in embarrassment.

“Why settle for pictures when you can see it personally?”

“W-what?”

I didn’t take advantage to him because he’s my fan or he likes me. I asked him so many times about it and he still agrees and that’s when I started doing it to him.

He’s so fucking sexy by the way. His waist fits perfectly on my hands. And it’s not just I’m fucking with him but it’s more on making love with him.

Fast forward, you all know he became my boyfriend after that and that’s when the thought of him finding out about Nyel, scares me. What ifs crossed my mind.

“Dad, is uncle Bin still at your home that’s why I can’t sleep in there?” my son asked me.

“W-well yes, baby. But do you really want to sleep with that dad tonight?” I asked and he nods.

I pulled courage and tell him about Soobin and my relationship to him with the help of Kye to make him understand. My son is smart so he I know he’ll get it right away.

“But if uncle Bin really loves you then he’ll accept me, right?”

“Baby, before that, do you accept uncle Bin to be your dad too?” I asked.

“Huh? I already have two, uncle Bin will join too? Why? Are you two getting married too?”

The thought of marrying Soobin just made me smile.

Kye butts in. “Nyel, uncle Bin and you are close too, right?” she asked.

“But I like uncle Tyun more, mom. He buys me so many gifts,” he answered.

I chuckles. “Okay son but do you want to live with me together with your uncle Bin?”

“How about mom?”

“Mom will be fine and you’ll have your little brother her in my stomach,” Kye said.

“Oh, then dad should introduce me as his son now. Not a nephew.”

“Okay, let’s do that.”

It was the day after the KTH event when I received a call from Beomgyu asking where Taehyun did went and I don’t have absolutely any idea. “Gyu, I know you know a place where you can find him and if you do, please hold on to him so tight.”

“What about them?” Soobin asked after hearing our conversation.

“They’ll be fine. I hope they’ll be each other’s comfort,” I replied.

“Oh, uhm is Nyel going to come here today?” he asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Nothing, I just want to meet him,” he replied and continued what he’s doing.

I heard a doorbell so I opened the door and Nyel came in together with the maid who sent him. I took off his bag as he proceeds inside. He stopped and greeted his uncle Bin before sitting on the couch. We are all in the dining table eating for dinner when I decided to speak.

“Bin,” I called him. “Je Nyel is my son.”

“Hello, uncle Bin! I’m so sorry if my dad lied to you. He said he’s just scared but knowing that you love my dad it means you will accept me, right?” Nyel stated.

Soobin suddenly tearing up. “I’m right. You really is his son,” he cried.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized while holding his hand.

“No, it’s fine but you don’t have to lie to me like that. I love you so I will accept everything about you. I’m sorry if you think like that,” he apologized too.

“You two are getting married, right?”

“Huh?” Soobin reacted and looked at my son in shock then he looked at me. “We will?”

“If you’ll say yes?”

“Wait! Okay Nyel, do you want me to be your dad too?” he consulted my kid.

“Dad, why are you going to marry uncle Bin?” he suddenly asked out of nowhere than made us gasped.

“Because I love him,” I replied.

“That’s all? Is that why mom and you didn’t get married because you don’t have the love? But you have me, right?” he curiously remarked.

“Yes baby. I don’t have the love for your mom as how much I love uncle Bin. We didn’t get married even if we have you because of it. I love Soobin and that’s enough reason for me to marry him.”

“That’s it?”

“Love is one of the greatest drives a person can ever have. If you love the person you will do everything for him, to feed him, and to make him live.”

“Nyel,” Soobin called him. “I love your dad so much.”

“Okay! I approve! I have so many dads now! Yehey!”

I looked at Soobin and he smiled at me with teary eyes. I held his hand and kissed it. “I love you so much,” I mouthed.

“Thank you for loving me more than I am giving you.”