Rrrandomism - Randomism

Can't stop gushing over these panels (ch. 546)

They're so hot omg

this is absolute prompt. somebody please write about this

Imagine Sammy meets your dad and your dad is Gapryong?

No shit, Samuel's power up is to block attacks with his boobs 🤣

That awkward moment when a Tumblr post describes my entire life

Can confirm.

One Plus One Equals Three

Part 3 of "Park Jonggun Came Home With a Little Surprise"

Previously on part 2: the origin of the mysterious toddler was finally revealed. The little girl was known to be a part of your husband's dirty agenda.

Read part 2 here

Your biological clock rang an alarm inside your head, waking you up from a deep slumber. A feeling of soreness on your whole body started to kick in.

Must be from last night, you thought. Your memory wandered to what went down the night before, when you and Jonggun decided to get frisky after soaking in the tub together. You passed out after God knows how many rounds.

You reached out your arm toward Jonggun's side of the bed, which you knew was empty by the time your palm touched the silky sheet. Had he left for work while you were sleeping?

More room for me! you cheered inside, rolling and stretching your body to your heart's content. As you basked in the comfort of your king size bed, your mind began to wander again. Last night was quite eventful. First, your husband came home with a child and then- oh, shit!

Has she eaten? did she wet her diapers? did she cry asking for her parents?

You kicked the covers off your body, completely ignoring the soreness that still lingered on both of your legs. Then you quickly picked up your night robe from the floor because no matter how panicked you were, rushing out of the bedroom naked was the last thing you wanted to start the day with.

As soon as you stepped out of your bedroom door, you looked for Ms. Oh, one of the few housemaids who worked for you and your husband.

You found her in the living room with... wait, what's the child's name again?

The name was right there at the tip of your tongue, but you couldn't seem to recall. Not sure if it was because of drowsiness, or you just had a poor memory.

"Samonim, you're awake," Ms. Oh noticed your presence before you said a word. She gave you a warm welcoming smile, which you returned. Seated on her lap, the child was giggling at Spongebob that was playing on the TV screen.

You breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she's not making a fuss, you said to yourself.

"Mr. Park left for work this early morning," Ms. Oh told you. You answered her with a simple smile and a nod.

"You must've been taking care of her while I was asleep," you said, glancing at the child who was happily giggling.

"It's not a difficult task, Samonim. Yena is a very calm kid, and she always seems to be in a good mood too."

Oh right, her name is Yena!

"Has she eaten breakfast yet?" You couldn't help but be concerned about the kid's wellbeing. It was already unfortunate enough that she's taken away by a stranger. At least somebody had to make sure she was well fed.

"Yes, Ma'am," Ms. Oh answered reassuringly. You nod in satisfaction.

"You don't have to worry, Samonim. Mr. Park has already instructed me to take care of his niece. He was concerned that you might feel burdened," she added.

His... niece?

A snort escaped your nostrils despite your effort to hold it in. You tried to hide your inelegantly wide grin with the back of your hand.

Wow. What a nice cover, Mr. Park.

"Ah... Yes. My brother in law had asked us for help with babysitting Yena for the week. He's a busy man, like my Jonggun. I guess workaholic-ness does run in the family." Feeling creative, you bullshitted away to add more lore to the premise that had been built earlier.

Brother-in-law, my ass, you thought. You knew damn well Jonggun was an only child. And on top of that, he didn't want you to feel burdened? Since when did he become... like that?

You were impressed by how well your husband- Shiro Oni, one of the most dangerous fighters in the Korean underground, hid his true nature behind the façade of a well-spoken generous man. The housemaids in your home, your neighbors, the security guards of the apartment building, as well as your acquaintances knew Park Jonggun as the son of a wealthy Japanese businessman who came to Korea to expand his family business.

But you knew who he truly was. You, a pretty young thing whom he found years ago under the captivity of his enemy. He took you, cleaned you up, dressed you, and helped you get back on your feet. You fell in love when he said you could make his life seem normal. As an orphan who felt unwanted for most of her life, hearing that somebody was willing to live a normal life with you was the highest compliment you've ever received.

So he put diamonds on your ring finger and declared you his wife. And from then on, you both lived your life like a normal married couple despite your husband's dirty job.

You were forever indebted to him, anyway. If it weren't for Park Jonggun, you probably wouldn't be able to see the light of day and have a successful career of your dream.

If people knew about you and your husband's story, they would think it was a marriage of convenience in which you acted as your husband's cover up.

You chuckled at the thought. And of course, Ms. Oh mistook it as an amused giggle you directed towards what Mr. Park Jonggun told her earlier.

"Well, then. I'm glad to see Yena in good hands. Thanks for taking care of her, Ajumma," you said.

You stole a glance at the clock above the TV. It's already eight. You would cause inconvenience if you arrived late to your modeling gig. Because the term fashionably late is just another word for irresponsibility.

"I'm going to get ready for work," you excused yourself from the living room, then went on your way to clear your tasks for the day.

You heard a "ding" from your phone just before you stepped into your en suite bathroom.

It wouldn't hurt if I checked that out for a moment, you thought to yourself and went ahead to pick up your phone that was lying on the night stand.

You've got one text from Jonggun that said:

Wake up, beautiful. You're gonna be late.

And above that text you saw a missed call notification. That was roughly 50 seconds ago.

You replied:

"I'm up. Just about to take a shower."

Another "ding" three seconds later. He replied:

Good girl (wink emoji). Btw, I told Ms. Oh that Yena is my niece.

"I know lol (laugh emoji). I talked to her just now. Don't worry, I've made up a story to avoid suspicion."

Haha thanks, honey. I know I can count on you.

"So how long are you planning to keep her here?"

Until I receive 100 mil from that Janghyun bastard.

"Damn, that's gonna be quite a while. She's gonna need some new clothes."

Just ask one of the maids to buy them for you.

"Okay."

And don't let anyone take her outside the house.

"Why would I do that?"

Lol okay then. Talk to you later. I love you.

"Love you too (heart emoji)"

Conversation ended. You put your phone down and went on your merry way to the shower.

However, you couldn't deny, it felt strange having a little child in your home. Especially when the child was not yours. And your husband took her from someone. She was technically a hostage!

Considering your track record of having been held hostage before, you felt sorry for the child. But you couldn't do anything about it, could you? It was a part of your husband's profession. Soon he'd retire so he wouldn't have to do this anymore. All you needed to do was just hold on until then.

Keeping Yena safe and comfortable while the adults do their job is the least I can do, you thought to yourself.

This world is a dark place and it's too early for a little girl like her to be aware of that.

Next is probably Gapryong's AC repairman.