Treinando o Papai {JJK+PJM}
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Jeongukk é um talentoso jogador de Futebol Americano que indiscutivelmente, ama sua carreira - conquistada duramente -. Perfeitamente, tudo parecia montar os eixos para o "Maior Rei", entretanto, nada que é bom dura para sempre.
Ao ter uma discutível briga interna, ele pareceu ficar confuso ainda mais após abrir aquela porta e sua vida acabar se revirando em uma complexa baderna. "Quem é você?" Foi a frase mais perturbante que sobressaiu de seus lábios. "Óla, meu nome é Nari, sou sua filha."
Nesse momento ele clamava por ajuda, e com certeza jamais imaginaria que se relembraria daquela pessoa.
O óbvio estava prestes acontecer, caso soubessem de uma filha sua carreira acabaria em instantes, porém...
Nunca imaginara que receberia ajuda daquele baixinho de um olhar indecifrável e meigo, o professor de ballet.
Bem, pelo mais imprevisto que parecesse, o dinheiro nunca é tudo.
- Treinando o Papai(JIKOOK)
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