Park Jinyoung, 24, ran away from his house for one reason. Being a kindergarten teacher was nothing bad until he met someone.
Im jaebum, 27, a man with busy life, the boss of mafia stumbled upon Jinyoung. Jaebum had everything, except the guy who h...
Hi bitches! I am back with a new book! Don't kill me yes there others but come on! A new book is in need!
I hope you all enjoy this book. You all know that jjp will be the main character and yes it will be a nice book. Don't kill me!
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"Mama said, love a gentleman"
Third person pov
The alarm went off like siren early in the morning. The quiet and dark house slowly lit up with the rising sun and a hand snaked out of the blanket to slam the alarm clock on the table to pull it off.
The clock quietly showed the time six fifteen in the morning and the blanket was thrown off to the wall side.
Park Jinyoung, 24 years old. A kindergarten teacher and this was his life.
Pulling down his ridden up shirt, he got up yawning for the last, he wore his slippers while rubbing his eyes. He padded straight into his bathroom for his daily routine.
He preferred taking a bath before making his breakfast. He walked out of the bathroom in his white fluffy towel, showing off his muscle failed body. No, he was not lanky but not even beefy.
He wore his ironed white shirt and grey trousers. Once he was done, he combed his hair and sprayed mist. His thick rim glasses watched him going out of the roombut coming back seconds later to grab them.
He was not a master chef but he knew how to cook a nice breakfast. Some toast and butter with eggs and some tea. He hated coffee. His worst enemy. Jinyoung ate his food in silence and grinned when he heard small thuds.
"good morning, cutie pie" he said and gave his small corgi puppy a piece of bread.
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No, cutie pie was the name not the term of endearment. He was bad with names. He got up and grabbed Cutiepie's food bowl and filling it up with his dog food and quickly placing it near the table, he drank his tea and quickly went to grab his bag.
He checked his phone and shoving it in his back, he wore his identity card and grabbing the keys of his scooter, he walked out of his small apartment. He didn't liked leaving his cutiepie alone but he gets money.
