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THE CLIFFHANGER WHAAAAAT

Wanbelyn

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ch. lxxx - broken face

neurosurgeon!hongjoong × reader

genre : dad!au

rating : mature; crude jokes and filthy language

wc : 2.3 k

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where love and peace is held, i never expected for this to happen. i planned and i planned, i expected, and i hoped, but it was never you. you held what i wanted hostage to make room for you, the thing that i needed but has no means of acceptance. deny me, live your best life.

To say that you rushed into the gym was an understatement because you practically flew through the door, almost breaking it in the process. You even ignored San who was beaming when he saw you, trying to go in for a hug only for you to push past him whilst yelling 'SORRY, MY BABY NEEDS ME MORE'. Hell, you didn't even take notice of Yeosang who had to console San for being ignored by you.

When you got to the classroom, your eyes zeroed in on the very familiar tuft of hair and not because of the fact that he was the only one there.

In a flash, you dropped to your knees and cupped Kijoong's face who was surprised when he was suddenly spun around. "Kijoong, are you okay?" you asked worriedly, the first aid kit you had hauled with you left on the floor as you tried to look for signs that his face was, as San said, broken, "Did you fight with someone?" you asked, still looking for signs of injury.

Now fully realizing that you were there with him. Kijoong grinned widely and jumped into your arms, wrapping his own shorter ones around your neck and trying to climb you like a tree. It was then that you realized that Kijoong was perfectly fine and perhaps you had fallen so absolutely stupidly to San's words. You risked getting a speeding ticket only to see that Kijoong was perfectly fine and that confused you more than anything. "Kijoong, did you get hurt?" you asked again, still wanting to make sure as it would greatly affect how dead Choi San would be. Instead of telling you if he was okay, Kijoong proceeded to tell you about what he had been learning in school and in class with San.

In a state of confusion, the door opened and at first you thought that it was San which would have been nice since that would mean that you could spare his staff from seeing the strangling of a lifetime. So it took you by surprise when you saw Hongjoong standing there, looking as surprised as you.

"(y/n)?" God, it had been a while since you heard him call your name, "What are you doing here?" he asked, confused but slightly hopeful for some reason. "I- San told me Kijoong got hurt and I got here as fast as I could. What are you doing here?" "Picking Kijoong up?" that was stupid of you to ask and you really wanted to kick yourself for that. "But also, San told me Kijoong got in a fight with a kid and I needed to sign an incident report? I just saw him outside, he told me to get the story from Kijoong first so I came here." As if on cue, after Hongjoong was done explaining his being there, the door suddenly closed and locked, surprising you and Hongjoong yet again.

Just as you rushed to try to open the door, Yeosang's head popped up from the small window with San above him. "Kang Yeosang, what the hell do you think you're doing?" you hissed, trying to open the door which of course didn't happen as it was locked. "I did nothing, San was the one who locked you in," he smiled innocently only to receive a smack on the shoulder from San. You turned your attention to San and glared at him, "You have exactly 5 seconds to open this door, Choi San, I'm not kidding I will whoop you," you threatened, oblivious that Hongjoong was looking at you with amusement and affection, as if you were the most adorable being on earth and it didn't go unnoticed by your two friends outside. "You can't scare me (y/n)," San was lying straight out of his ass but he had to keep the facade to ensure that the plan would work, "You two need to talk things out and reverse the divorce because Yeosang and I have created a gaming group chat with Yunho and Mingi and I'm not about to give that up especially since we're going into a competition soon and we want you both to be there!" "Bye (y/n)! Have a good talk!" and with that, both Yeosang and San walked away, leaving you in a room with the guy whom you harboured feelings for but unfortunately had to repress for the sake of his son.

"So..." Hongjoong started, clearing his throat, "Seems like we were lied to, huh?" he stated the obvious. Sighing, you turned around to look at Hongjoong but kept your distance by leaning against the door, "Yeah, seems like it and I have a feeling those two were not the only ones in on this," you huffed. Hongjoong only chuckled as he managed to put two and two together rather quickly.

"How have you been though?" he asked. You didn't know how to answer that because from professional aspect, you were finally getting back on track and you were happy with that. But emotional-wise? You've been repressing everything to the point that you were functioning like a robot in real life, using work as a distraction. Little did you know, Hongjoong wasn't faring any better but he had to kept things going for him as best as he could because Kijoong was depending on him to be okay. You were about to answer when he interjected, "Because I haven't been fine since you left." It genuinely surprised you that Hongjoong was the one to reveal his feelings first. From your experience, something dramatic had to happen between the two of you first before he came clean about how he was actually feeling. The honesty felt refreshing.

"Neither have I," you answered, sending him a sad smile.

Though it was a sad realization for the two of you, Hongjoong couldn't help but feel butterflies in his stomach when he found out that you were as much as not okay as he had been.

"I missed you. Home is not home when you're not there," Hongjoong confessed, voice slightly shaky as he was trying his hard to not be too emotional. Your shoulders slumped hearing that, feeling bad that Hongjoong felt like that and thought it wasn't your fault exactly, you still feel somewhat at fault.

The two of you were so focused on each other that you completely missed the way Kijoong was staring at the two of you with furrowed eyebrows and a displeased expression. You only took notice of him again when he ran up to you and hit you on the hip with a balled fist. "No!" He exclaimed loudly, surprising both you and Hongjoong who immediately chastised him. "Kijoong!" he called out but Kijoong went for another hit and that was when Hongjoong swooped down to hold Kijoong back but Kijoong was straining against him, trying to get another hit on you. "Hey, no!" Hongjoong tried his best to keep Kijoong from trying to hurt you again but the boy was still going wild in his arms. "No!" Kijoong screamed again, louder this time as he tried his best to get his fists to reach you.

After coddling him due to your own self-blaming, you decided to step in and get to the bottom of the issue. You joined in and crouched in front of Kijoong, holding both of his hands in your own. "Use your words," you stated, looking straight into Kijoong's eyes. Kijoong noticed the serious tone in your voice and he felt something in him, something that didn't make him feel good. He managed to slip one hand out of your grasp and swung, successfully hitting you in the head much to Hongjoong's horror. As the parent, Hongjoong was about to haul Kijoong up and out one way or another so he wouldn't hurt you anymore but you didn't falter. Instead, you simply grabbed his loose hand and held it at the front. "Use your words Kim Kijoong, you know you can," you stressed, maintaining eye contact with him.

Kijoong's chest began heaving and you thought he was about to scream at you but the first thing he did was burst into tears. The sound of his son bawling made Hongjoong let go in worry, wanting to immediately calm him down but he was stopped from taking action when Kijoong spoke up, "Why you left? You left and you made daddy sad," he cried out while trying to get you to let go of his hands but you kept them firm, "Kijoong, what did you mean by that?" you asked, your voice sounding less harsh but it still had an element of seriousness to it. Through tears and sobs, Kijoong looked to you and then to his dad, and then to you again before attempting to speak even though it looked like he was struggling, "Y-you said you leave when I don't need you a-and you ma-de daddy sad," he told you.

Though his words were simple and rather vague, you immediately realize what he was trying to tell you. You did tell him that you would only leave when he no longer needed you and you did tell him that you cared for him and his dad. So obviously in his simple mind, when you did leave when he still needed you and when Hongjoong had to deal with the absence of you, he blamed you. It didn't help that you already blamed yourself for Kijoong's episodes and the decision to leave them, hearing what Kijoong had to say made your heart break.

You were about to apologize and acknowledge that you messed up when Hongjoong grabbed Kijoong and turned around to face him, "Hey, you can't blame (y/n) like that, Kijoong. (y/n) didn't leave us, she was giving us time because she was scared that you'd get sick again, remember? Remember when you had another episode and then again?" Kijoong nodded, remembering both times he had an episode around you, "You remember what you told Uncle Mingi? You remember telling him you didn't want (y/n) to be your mommy because then she'd leave me?" again, Kijoong nodded, his mind clearing up as his sobs died down slowly. "(y/n) is not like your mom, Kijoong. Your mom... She was sick so she decided to go, she couldn't be anyone's mommy and yes, that made me sad but I'm no longer sad about mommy being gone because I had (y/n)." Though Hongjoong was talking to his son, you couldn't help but think that he was probably also talking to you, telling you how he felt about you and how serious he was about his feelings. "I was happy when she was around but then you got sick so we agreed that you should get better first and yes, that made me sad, but that was not (y/n)'s fault, that was my fault too. I'd rather be sad for a long time than to see you sick again and (y/n) also thinks the same way. We didn't want to be apart but we thought we had to."

Hongjoong didn't realize that he was starting to cry too until Kijoon reached up to wipe the tears off of his face. "I'm sorry daddy, sorry for being sick," he sniffled, now thinking that his dad was sad partially because of him. But Hongjoong immediately shook his head and pulled Kijoong into a tight embrace, "You silly little monkey, you don't ever apologize for being sick, okay? You can't help being sick, you have no say in that," then he pulled away, "But you have a say in letting people into your, into our lives, you hear me?"

It was then that Hongjoong turned his attention to you, seeing you looking at him so sadly. A small smile appeared on Hongjoong's face as he reached a hand to softly take yours, immediately rubbing his thumb gently on the back of your hand. "And I want you in our lives (y/n). The distance between us confirmed my feelings that it was never the proximity that affected my feelings for you, it was never the fact that we were simply in each other's lives. I didn't choose to have feelings for you but I was gifted the ability to develop feelings for you because it was you, it had to be you. I don't want to force you nor do I want to pressure you, but I really want you back in my life. You heard what Kijoong sad, I was sad without you," You couldn't help but chuckle and tried to look away when you felt a tear fell from your eye from being reunited with the father and son duo once again, remembering how much you silently miss them but not being able to know if you should approach them again only to know that both of them were missing you too. Seeing the tear, Kijoong reached out again and this time, he wiped the tear off of your face. It may seem stupid, but that moment made you feel like it was proof that Kijoong didn't have anything against you, not anymore at least and you didn't know how to feel about that.

"So, can you find it in yourself to come back to us?" Hongjoong asked, hopeful but he was still allowing you to make a decision.

Your shoulders slumped and you let out an exhale. You took a moment to look at Hongjoong and then at Kijoong, remembering all the good times with them and then also the bad times. The bad times that brought so many emotions and even some trauma back. As much as you were reluctant to give an answer right then and there, you knew you had to because if not then, then you would just postpone and risk ruining things further.

This is going to seem mean, but...

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“I liked the other one better.” Jisung added his input for the dozenth time in the last half hour, earning a glare from Hyunjin. “What? You asked!” “I asked my sweetheart here, not you. I know what you like, so shush.” Hyunjin waved his hand dismissively before turning back to you and once more held the two dresses up. “This one hides the fake tits better, but this one gives me an ass. So again, which one.” You carefully debated each option before pointing to the black dress. “The first. You do want to pass for a female more than your pretty face after all.” Hyunjin looked over the leather dress once more before sighing. “You’re right. I can just give it some accessories to spice it up. Felix! Hurry up there, it's my turn to change!” The freckled detective stuck his head out of your bathroom shyly, glancing at Hyunjin. “Can you come help me with this?” “Do you not know how to put on a dress?” Hyunjin stared, flabbergasted as he shook his head. “You wound me.” Still he pushed himself into the bathroom with the other, their muffled voices filling the space.

You turned to Jisung now that you were alone. “Now you be honest with me, red dress, or pink?” “Red.”

“You didn’t even look!”

“Didn’t have to. Red is so your color for one, and two, everyone loves a woman in red.” Jisung pointed out, then motioned to your hair. “Plus, you have enough of an innocent vibe with the long wig styled like that. Can’t tell it’s one either, Hyunjin is scary good about that stuff.” You nodded in agreement, grabbing the tight red dress in question and looking it over. Yes, it would look better. “I’m wearing the leather heel boots with it. Fishnet?” You glanced back to catch the shake of his head. “Panty hose?” “Thigh stockings with the garterbelt that's going to show, and the black studded heels. Leave the boots to the other two.” “Hm, you’re right. One of us has to show off our amazing legs- might as well be me.” Laughing softly, you grabbed the items in question and then knocked on your bathroom door. “You two can finish in here, we still have to do makeup!” Felix cried out over something as he was immediately scolded by Hyunjin for it, but before anything could be cleared up, Hyunjin was throwing the door open. Both stepped out in their outfits: The pretty wigs on their head, fake tits, tight dresses, and the heels making them much taller than you in your slippers. “We’ll work on that, you dress up. Lix sweetie, stop fidgeting with the dress.” “It’s not that long,” he grumbled in his deep voice, swallowing hard when Hyunjin fixed him with a stare so he repeated it in a more high pitched tone that would make it easier to get mistaken as a female. “I can’t believe you two convinced Felix to do this.” Jisung was trying not to laugh on your bed, earning a glare from the three of you. “What?!”

“Well Binnie had been all for it but we all agreed his shoulders would give him away too easily. Though that cake would look fine in a skirt.” Hyunjin pointed out. “Don’t forget those pecs! He wouldn’t need silicone tits in one of my bras for that!” You called out as you moved past the two into the bathroom to change.

It might not exactly be the best idea to involve these three in tonight, but you were enjoying it none-the-less. Jisung was far too eager to spend time with you, and he wasn’t half bad with makeup and you wouldn’t think about getting all dolled up without Hyunjin. It was Felix that was the big surprise, arriving on your door with the other two, wanting to apologize.

And how could you tell the sweet sunshine boy no? What excuse would you give for turning him away anyways? He had begged for your forgiveness, literally, and offered to do anything to make it up to you: including his homebaking. You always had a soft spot for Yongbok, could never stay mad at him or truly be hurt by his actions. Sure, you were a little hurt still, but you knew even during the probation that you would forgive him. He was your sunshine, he just burned you a little. Smoothing out the dress and pulling on the shoes, you looked yourself over in the mirror. All that was left was your makeup, but already with the wig and clothes you looked like a different person. Hell, you looked hot even by your own standards. Vaguely remembering the last time you had dressed up like this, your chest hurt, but you pushed it all back as you stepped out.

The three of them didn’t notice you at first, Hyunjin holding Felix still as Jisung worked on his makeup. You cleared your throat to get their attention however, Hyunjin glancing over first and grinning. “Now there is my feisty boo, ready to slay?” The other two turned, Jisung nearly choking on his spit while Felix’s eyes went wide. “Holy-” “Wow…” Felix’s deep voice rumbled, earning a light smack from Hyunjin. “What?” “Lighter tone Miss, and don’t just wow. This is why you should have come out with us more. Both of you. Though I don’t think Boo will be getting drunk tonight right?” You shook your head, unable to look at Felix when he was staring at you like that: like you were a wonder to the world. It was a little late for him to finally notice you like that so you couldn’t meet his eyes. “No. My new unit wants to see how well I can go undercover, so I need to be sober.” That was as far as you could tell them, but Hyunjin was clearly disappointed.

“So you can’t even get laid? Bummer.” “She doesn’t need to be drunk for that!” Jisung turned back to Felix, who the makeup was really suiting. He looked even more ethereal than normal with the added shimmer and lashes, the lip tint drawing attention to his lips.

You sighed, sitting down next to them on the bed. “Hurry up and do mine Ji, we have a long drive and no- I won’t be bringing anyone home.” “No no, now I’m on Jisung’s side- you totally need to. Like when was the last time hm? And you’ve told me about your loud ass neighbor, give him some payback.” Hyunjin grinned and moved over to the wall. “We could fake it.” “Dramatic as ever Jinnie-” But the idea of pissing off Mingi when you know he was there right now, and not alone as you know Yunho was there too, had you grinning. “I like it.” “Wait until I’m done and the makeup is off the bed before you start that shit!” Jisung huffed, applying a gloss to Felix before he scrambled to gather up the makeup in question. Felix stood up and adjusted the skirt, clearly concerned where this was going. “Aren’t we in a time crunch?” “I can make noise while Ji does my makeup. You two are in charge of the bed.” Grinning, you sat at your desk where Jisung was setting things down. “Lix, on the bed.” Hynjin didn’t give him much of a choice, pushing him face first into your covers as he scrambled not to face-plant. Jisung whined. “Don’t ruin my work!” “Felix is the work, now shush. We have neighbors to fuck with. Cue the moans!” Hyunjin began to rock your bed, lightly hitting it against the wall at first, only building momentum as you let fake moans drop from your lips. Jisung rolled his eyes as he worked on your makeup, though you had a nice base already. He stayed quiet, hyperfocusing on his task. Felix joined in on making sounds, his deep voice reverberating through the room.

“Fuck, Angel- so good.” When Felix moaned that, the two of them rocking the bed and not in an innocent manner, it had you flustered. Sweet sunshine Felix making such pornagraphic sounds? Of course your body reacted.

Jisung huffed when you squirmed in your spot, gently smacking your knee. “Missy, try not to squirm.” He hissed, but you just moaned out loudly.

“Oh fuck! Right there please!” You cried out in sync with the rocking of the bed as they slammed it harder against the wall now. The cacophony of moans and bangs really did sound just as you wanted, but adding a little extra spice. “Cumming Daddy! Please!”

Jisung blinked, covering his mouth to hold back his laughter as Hyunjin nearly collapsed onto the bed with his own silent laughter. Felix, however, did faceplant into the mattress. The bed stuttered to a halt, the four if you needed a moment not to completely ruin your play with laughter.

To keep the performance believable, Hyunjin turned on some music and the rest of you talked in hushed voices while you finished getting ready. Only because Hyunjin had sent Felix to “stand guard” by the front door were you alerted to the two leaving. Apparently one of them cursed at your door loudly, which you assumed was Mingi.

“Now that was some fun payback.” “He’s totally going to be thinking about you moaning Daddy now. Fucking himself to the thought.” Hyunjin snickered, resulting in a light push from Felix. You groaned, grabbing your small black bag that rested on your hip. “I don’t want that image in my head!” “Seconded!” “Thirded!” Hyunjin narrowed his eyes on all three of you. “Why not? He’s hot. Seriously, I refuse to believe there is no sexual attraction between you two.” You shrugged it off, but really you couldn’t deny that there was some on your part. “He does sound hot.” Hyunjin snapped his fingers, having his “ah-HA” moment with a wide grin. “Knew it! Are all your new coworkers hot? Do I sense an office romance?” He wiggled his brows, doing a once over on Felix’s outfit.

The man being circled had a soft pout. “Dating in the workplace sounds complicated.” “For our unit, maybe, considering how much of a stickler Chan is,” Hyunjin pointed out, glancing over at you. “But you might have a chance now, sweetcheeks.” He winked, tugging Felix towards the door. Both Felix and Jisung glanced over at you, confused. “You like someone from the unit?” Jisung stopped packing his makeup just to drop the lipstick in his hands and rush over to you. “Who? Why didn’t you tell me? Oh my God is it me? It’s me isn’t it?”

“No!” You playfully pushed him away, glaring at Hyunjin. “He already shot me down so it doesn’t matter.” You didn’t dare mention that there had been two, not with the other in the room. Felix frowned, stepping over and patting your shoulder. “I’m sorry Angel…” Hearing the pet name he moaned earlier had you putting some distance between you two in an attempt to hide how flustered it made you. “It’s fine, it’s in the past.” “And you have a whole slew of men to choose from now!” Hyunjin wrapped his arms in both yours and Felix’s. “Or at least getting dicked down, like your neighbor.” Rolling your eyes you tugged him towards the door. “Go get the cab you two, I’ll help Ji with his makeup.” “I’m fine! Just about done.” Jisung rushed back to his things, huffing. “You’re not touching it, you’ll try and reorganize it!” He quickly put everything else away, puffing his cheeks out when you laughed. “But you’re worse! The one time I let you stay the night at my apartment and my bathroom was reorganized when I woke up. I had such a bad hair day because I couldn’t find-” “On a time crunch you two, come on. The duo left already and technically I have to find them at the club.” You shut them up, glancing at Felix. “Can you take care of him?” “‘Course.” Felix had no issues dragging a still ranting Hyunjin out of your bedroom and shortly out your apartment.

With a heavy sigh you double checked your own appearance while Jisung finished up. Packing up his bag, Jisung slung it over his shoulder and walked with you out. “Seriously though, who was it?” You shook your head. “Don’t want to talk about it Ji. You’ll be fine getting home?” “Yeah. Are you going to be fine… in general?” He retorted, watching you critically. You knew that look in his eye, knew that you weren’t going to get out of this with just a simple yes or no. Slowing your pace a bit, you watched each step you took, careful on the stairs. “I don’t know Ji. I want to be. I want to like this unit, be good at my job and make a difference, but…” You trailed off, shaking your head. “It’s starting to feel like I won’t ever live up to my father.” Jisung gently rubbed your back as you stepped out of the apartment complex. “You aren’t him, remember? And frankly speaking, I think you’re much better.” “You also never met the guy.” You pointed out but did find some comfort in his words.

“Wouldn’t want to, because then I would be comparing him to you and I can’t see anyone shining brighter than you.” Jisung patted your bag, giving you a nudge towards the two standing on the curb. “Don’t let those two out slay you either, Queen.” Laughing softly, you kissed his cheek. “Thanks Ji. Text me when you get home. I’ll do the same.” You rushed off ahead just as the taxi pulled up. “Now remember, lady voices.” “No promises,” Felix teased with a rumble, resulting in both you and Hyunjin giving him a look.

Somehow you ended up in the middle, probably for being the shortest of the three but barely. Hyunjin needed his space sp ��not to mess up his fit’ which left you awkwardly pressed against Felix. You suspected this was on purpose, but Hyunjin played innocent when you glared at him.

Felix didn’t mind, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as the both of you stared out the window.

“So-” With a singsong voice, Hyunjin drew your attention, “-who’s dick do you think is bigger?”

Despite Felix’s attempts to divert the conversation, Hyunjin was determined to talk sex. Insinuating multiple times that you should at least try one of them out for a test drive. To satisfy his curiosity, you kept things vague.

And might have indulged that yes, there might be a few of them you would love to take for a test drive. You didn’t let him ask more than that, finally arriving at the club. From what you knew, women got in with little issues when in groups of three, thus your entourage for the night. That and you were given three tickets for the night as you asked for them. You weren’t going to question how they were gotten, or their validity, but they got you in rather quickly in the vip line.

Already ten at night and the place was quite packed for Thursday, just goes to show how popular of a club it was. But Downtown was always busy, every night when the sun went down.

You remember coming here once or twice with Hyunjin, but never remembered leaving. Every time Chan would be the one picking you two up, or just you. You never bothered with drunken sex with a stranger, just not your thing. Making out though? Or a little more in the backrooms? Oh a time or two.

There were so many options for that, Hyunjin getting rather excited as he scanned the crowd but Felix stepped closer to you. He wasn’t the clubbing type- dancing sure, but this? Nope. Still, he agreed to come with you. He agreed to dress up in full drag and get hit on by drunk men for you.

Well, for Hyunjin. You had just asked him to bring a third for the night, Felix being the one next to you was not something you could ever foresee. “Let’s find a place to sit.” You nodded at his suggestion, eyes scanning the booths on the raised dias around the room, as well as the second floor. All of them were good options but the second floor was off limits- that was for club members. The only real option you had though was- there.

“How about that booth?” Felix followed your finger, then nodded. “Okay. Hyun-” “I’ll meet you there with drinks!” Hyunjin called out, already off to the bar as soon as a place to sit was established. “Have to move fast if we don’t want to share the booth.” You grabbed Felix’s hand and pulled him through the sweaty, already drunk crowd.

You could feel his hand tighten, ignoring the slurred words of some of the people around you as you passed, the booth in sight. It had a good view of the dance floor and exits, but what you cared about was that it was mostly empty.

“Excuse me?” You smiled at the three at the table, biting down a bit of disgust as the one in the center pulled away from the nape of the woman on his arm. “Most of the other booths are full, would you mind if my friends and I sit here?” You giggled shyly, leaning forward to flash a bit more skin.

Just as you hoped, you watched the eyes dip down over the glasses, the annoyed expression wiped clean with a smirk. “We got plenty of room so sure, have a seat.” Giddy, you motioned for Felix to sit. “In you go, Lix, the other ladies aren’t going to bite.” Smiling from ear to ear, you watched the man slide into the booth, but you weren’t the only one watching. The two women went back to asking the man in the center for his attention, but he let his eyes linger. You wonder what Mingi would think if he knew he was eye-fucking a man in drag right now?

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