Growing Pains
Description
Hyukjae, the good-for-nothing college dropout, finds a little girl behind his door, and it appears that there’s no one else to turn to but his old childhood friend. But is he ready to be a father, let alone a single parent?
Foreword
genre: Drama, romance, angst, humor
rating: Mostly PG13, later on some M-rated chapters
length: Chaptered. I'm aiming somewhere around 75k-85k words (=long).
about warnings (please read): This story doesn't include anything that couldn't happen in real life. You always read at your own risk, because you're the one to draw the line of what you can handle (who's seen trigger warnings in books? me neither).
Yes, this story contains some substance use (mainly alcohol), clubbing, few one night stands, violence, homophobia, child neglect, awkward situations, and in overall, normal, realistic life situations most of you are well aware of. But they are merely themes, not the whole point, and usually not described in great detail.
eunhae: It's not going to be neither - meaning this will most likely include "both". But to say, each of them is going to appear as masculine in this story. They're both quite dominant characters here, and very very equal. Also in bed.
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The word ‘daddy’ keeps echoing inside his head with a menacing tone. Shivers run along his spine as long as he thinks about it, and between his ears it just sounds wrong. It makes him hope he only imagined the whole thing.
He’s sitting on his couch, elbows put on top of his thighs and fingers crossed under his jaw as he leans on them. She’s standing a meter and half away from him as they stare at each other. The kid hasn’t said another word, and the messy haired male wonders if he should start some sort of a conversation, but he’s still too busy to do anything else but think.
There has to be a solution for this.
The paper is scrunched into his fist when he takes a look at it again, hastily reading the scribbled words over and over.
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Sneapeak: . The ceiling greets him with a dusty whiteness with a tint of the morning sun shining through the blinds, bringing him back to a certain morning, when everything changed.
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