Loving the Trouble Chap. 1

[kumo_is_kumo]

Title: Loving the Trouble

Pairing: Jonghyun/Key

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut, Mpreg, Crack

Length: Series

Summary: Getting into an arranged marriage is bad, being forced into a marriage with your sworn enemy is worse, but having a kid with them is the worst.














Poster by: hope <3






Chapter 1



People always say college life is always the moment you become wild. Or not?

Jonghyun has always been a playboy. He doesn’t break someone’s heart, no, but he kinds of, well, flirts around?

Everyone wants a piece of him (that’s what he thinks but actually not really) and he doesn’t waste a single second to flaunt it. It becomes his very own satisfaction to know girls fawning over him because of his cute, lopsided smile and deadly wink.

The girls want him to ‘taint’ them (their words, not his) because he has such a good reputation and he is popular as fuck. They say they will be popular as well after they get touched by him. Jonghyun doesn’t really see what they see and doesn’t really think about what they say, as far as he has a tight and warm place to stick his ‘weewee’ in. That’s all that matters.

Girls are clinging onto his arms (hey, he is proud with his guns, okay? Gym does him good) while their pretty fingers caress his skin like it’s some kind of diamond or gold. There are even some boys with him, trying to gain his attention because a boy getting the attention from the great Kim Jonghyun is considered lucky in his life. Only a few boys who could experience sharing the same bed as him. Please. Note the arrogance.

So, when on one fine and sunny say in Jonghyun’s sophomore day his eyes catch something (or rather someone?) very interesting, Jonghyun lifts a hand up to silence every talking girl. His eyes narrow to get a clearer sight, because he thinks he might see it wrongly.

“Jonghyun? What are you staring at?”

He hums, pointing to one boy walking just across the building. “Who’s that?”

“Who?”

“That boy. With round booty.”

Gasps coming from the girls as they pay more attention to the said boy. Jonghyun locks his eyes on the way the boy’s booty jiggles when he walks. Oh, he would love to tap that ass.

“He is a freshman. Quite feisty, they say.”

“Hmm.” A cocky grin spreads across Jonghyun’s plump lips, ones that the girls are dying to kiss.

“Interesting. Maybe I could make him submit?”











That’s how he finds himself cornering the boy when he is walking alone. The boy is even good looking from up close. Pretty eyes, white skin, pointy nose, luscious thin lips. Fuck, they would look good wrapped around his weewee.

“Hey, freshman.”

The boy sends him an ‘I’m not amused’ look while staring at him blankly, almost as if he is uninterested.

“You are pretty.” Jonghyun says, showing off his charming smile that manages to send so many girls down on their knees.

He gets the same look from the boy.

“Spend the day with me. You won’t regret it.” Jonghyun adds with a wink of his.

“No.” The boy says, pushing his fashionable black rimmed glasses up his nose. He walks away and that is where the question starts.

Wait- what?

Jonghyun spins on his heels and he gapes at the way the boy ignores him and even walks away from him! That freshman! He must be losing his mind! No one refuses Kim Jonghyun! Well, technically one just did, but what the hell!

“Hey, wait!” Jonghyun chases after him, grabbing onto his shoulder (and noting how skinny it is) before spinning the boy around.

The freshman boy smacks his lips in some kind bored manner. “What do you want? I have a class in like… five minutes, so could you make it short?”

Jonghyun shakes his head, chuckling to lessen how tense he is. This is absurd.

“Look… do you even know who you are talking to right now?” He asks, stepping closer in hope to intimidate the freshman but to no avail the boy doesn’t eve budge an inch.

“Why should I know?”

An unbelievable chuckle escapes from Jonghyun and he stares at the boy like… like he has gone insane! Who doesn’t know Kim Jonghyun? Well, technically one does not.

“You are kidding, right?”

The boy makes a face at him. “Seriously, what’s going on with you, Mr. Do You Know Me?”

“I’m Kim Jonghyun. You must have heard about me somewhere.”

“Wow, no. This is the first, yay, hurray. Can I go now?”

“No!” Jonghyun grabs the boy’s wrist to prevent him from moving away. He won’t let this pass!

“What the hell? I don’t have time for this!”

“Well, I don’t have time to play this game! Say that you know who I am and spend the night with me!” Jonghyun insists.

The boy’s face changes in a split second. “Wait, so that’s what you are aiming for the whole time?”

“Well, duh, of course!”

“You can go fuck yourself. I’m not interested in this.” Then he walks away.

Jonghyun grits his teeth in annoyance, before he grabs the boy’s wrist to yank him back. The freshman boy’s books fall down and Jonghyun manages to get himself a glare but he also gets to see the identity card of the boy. Kim Kibum.

“Hey, Kibum, I could fuck you good. You would never get enough of me.” He proudly says.

This must be the weirdest say ever because in one split second, Jonghyun finds himself bent down into a half, gasping for air.

Why?

Why would he feel pain on his weewee?

With a pained face, he glances up to the freshman boy staring down at him.

“How… dare… you.” He breathes out, clutching onto his family jewel. People are standing in line to touch this precious gem and this freshman boy had just punched him there with his bare hand.

“I don’t care about how popular you are,” the freshman boy starts and Jonghyun tries to focus his blurred eyes on him, “or about how real good you fuck in bed,” the boy gets down on one knee to peer down at him, “but you would never be able to use your power abuse with me. Keep that in your mind… hyungnim.” He reaches to give Jonghyun’s hurting family jewel a squeeze.

Jonghyun groans and the freshman boy leaves with a sadistic laugh, completed with the sway of his hips. Oh, sweet ass.

Note this: Kim Kibum would forever be his sworn enemy. Forever.











Well, people always say working life is the moment where you become an adult and learn about responsibilities. Or not?

Jonghyun goes straight into his father’s international based company after he finishes his college and his journey has never been smoother than this. Except for when he is working, he is living his life freely, doing hook ups with a new set of different boys and girls on each week end, and chugging his favorite sex on the beach in the night club.

He still goes to accompany his dad to play golf in every month and he still goes to accompany (or to be the slave) his mom to the shopping spree in every two weeks. Don’t get him wrong, he is still very much the good little boy his parents know (what they don’t know behind their back should be left as a secret between Jonghyun and those people only).

And it’s one of those days again, where Jonghyun feels like his fingers and elbows are all sore and tired form holding so many shopping bags. His mother surely shops a lot, he wonders what she buys. It’s like she never has enough. And where the hell those things she had bought before go? His parents’ bedroom is never seen full.

“Mom, can we rest for a bit?” Jonghyun whines, such a contrast to the suit and tie he has on his body.

The woman clicks her tongue. “You weak boy! Just with this and you are already so tired? How would you give me five grand children?”

“Mom. We have been going for five hours. And making babies doesn’t have any relation with holding onto your shopping bags and walking around the eight floors of the mall!”

“Alright, sweetie. We will rest. Come with me. My favorite café is in the eight floor.”

Jonghyun groans. They are still on the second floor.











As he relaxes and relishes on the chance to stop moving his legs for a while, Jonghyun takes a sip onto the tea. His mother is talking into the phone, gushing like a high school girl. He internally rolls his eyes.

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” The woman says into the phone before ending the call.

Jonghyun glances to her. “Was that dad? Is he going to join us?”

“No, it was my friend! She is coming in ten minutes because apparently she is here as well!”

A groan escapes from his mouth. A mother meeting another mother. Great! What kind of torture would he get this time?

He nibbles onto the delicious cheese cake (as a distraction) before ten minutes pass by just like a blink of an eye. A woman comes closer to their table and Jonghyun recognizes her as his mother’s best friend. There’s someone else following after her and he takes a better look when the person is finally revealed when the woman sits down onto the seat.

Cue the choking sound, poor cheese cake.

“You!” Jonghyun and the person exclaim at the same time when their eyes meet.

It’s Kim Kibum; his forever sworn enemy. You noted this already, don’t you?

“Ah, you two went to the same college! It’s even better! This is going to be easy to break!” His mother claps her hands excitedly. Jonghyun narrows his eyes on her. What other sick plan she is planning right now?

His mother’s best friend forces her son to sit down beside Jonghyun and they both hiss to each other like a pair of cats in a street fight. The mothers hush them down.

“So, there is something that we need to tell you, sons.” His mother starts with a wise smile on her lips. The other mother nods her head as if it’s the best thing that would happen in the whole world.

Jonghyun could already feel cold sweat breaking through his skin. A mother’s plan is always tricky. Who knows what it will bring him; fortune or misfortune.

“And that is?” Kim fucking Kibum asks.

The mothers grin to the sons. “The both of you are going to be married to each other.”

Cue the croaking birds flying above their head.

“NO!!!” Both males shout in protest.

“Mom, tell me this is not happening, please.” Jonghyun begs. This must be some kind of nightmare.

“Sit down, Jonghyun.” His mother says calmly.

“What the hell? This is snatching away the last drop of freedom I have!” Kim Kibum throws his hands in the air, in the edge of exploding. Jonghyun almost nods in agreement to him but no, he would never agree with his sworn enemy no matter how right he is.

“Kibum, calm down, would you?” The other mother shushes him down.

“I refuse to be married to this creature!” Both males shout again. Jonghyun is fuming while pointing to the other man, who is surprisingly doing the same. For enemies, they go along very well.

“I can’t wait until the wedding! When do you think would be a good day?” The women gush together, completely ignoring their attempt to grab the attention.

“Mom, are you listening to me?!” The both of them shout for the third time and the manager of the diner place sends them a narrowed glare for being so noisy.

This is where the trouble begins.









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A/N: Huehehe, an introduction chapter! Hope you enjoy this as this story will focus more on crack and funny, I really hope I can do well with this kind of genre ;-; hehe
Thanks for reading! Comments will be very much appreciated and will make me very happy! ^^