| Fan Fiction |
by Erika
Junghoon tilts his head up and again, stares at me with those big eyes, saying nothing as if he can see what I'm thinking inside my mind. I stare back expectantly, EXPECTING him to understand that Changmin is, and will never be, his father.
"But ..." His bottom lip quivers dangerously. Changmin looks away awkwardly, determined not to be a part of this conversation. Hmph. Wimp. "I want him to be my Appa."
"We'll find another one for you, okay ? But for now, you don't have an Appa. Understand, Junghoon ?" As hard as possible, I try my best to keep my voice motherlike and not too bossy. Changmin raises an eyebrow at what I said. His look probably meant something like- We're going out, Pabo, how can you find another one ?!
I flash him a desperate look as Junghoon starts bawling again, mumbling something about wanting Changmin for his father. Junghoon's little fist are in front of his eyes and his tears just keep flowing down. Passers-by are shaking their head at me, wondering why I won't control my son.
BECAUSE I AM ONLY 17 AND JUNGHOON IS NOT MY REAL SON.
Ignoring the women passing by, I wrap my arms around Junghoon and carry him up, motioning for Changmin to get up from the bench. Junghoon cries on my shoulder as I quietly mutter soothing noises into his ear. Beside me, Changmin smirks at my UN-motherness. If I weren't holding Junghoon right now, I swear I'll hit that big head of his.
After a few minutes, Junghoon is still wailing. I am getting exasperated and my arms are really sore from carrying this kid around. Changmin, noticing my fatigue, offers to carry Junghoon. Gratefully, I hand the crying kid over to Changmin. Junghoon's cries, however soothing my words are, cannot be subdued. THIS IS GETTING ANNOYING and I do not know how I can handle a child of my own.
I hold out an arm to stop Changmin from walking. Taking a deep shaky breath and trying not to shout, I lift up Junghoon's head from Changmin's drenched shoulder.
"Alright, Junghoon, you win. Changmin can be your father, okay ? Now will you stop crying ? I'm afraid that if you continue wailing, I might not stop myself from going to the middle of the road and letting myself be run over by a car travelling on a speed of possibly 80km per hour !" After that long speech, I draw in huge gulps of air, not taking my eyes of Junghoon and waiting for his reaction and hoping, PRAYING, that he'll somehow stop crying.
Junghoon, fortunately, gradually grins. "Really ?"
I nod before giving Changmin a reproachful look. "Yes, really."
Junghoon struggles in Changmin's arms until Changmin finally lets him down.
"YAY ! I have parents !"
I smile down at him. I can't believe my son can be this cute. Junghoon, currently and after jumping around, shouting that he has parents, is crouching down, crunching fallen leaves in his hands. I watch him for a bit before telling him that it's time to go home.
Changmin and I are still in our uniform and this had been a very long and tiring day.
Suddenly, a thought hits me while we're on the way home. Where will Junghoon stay ? At my house ? What would my parents say ?! OH MY GOD. I didn't think this through. Maybe, I can tell them that i couldn't just leave Junghoon on the park bench. That would be a crime against nature and it's downright mean, abandoning a child on a park bench.
Yeah. That's it. That's what I'll tell them.
"Hey, Max." I whisper. It's already getting a bit dark and Junghoon is fast asleep on Changmin's shoulder. "Junghoon will stay at my house, okay ? I already know what to tell my parents, in case they ask about him."
Changmin yawns. "Arasso. But, are you just going to leave him tomorrow when you go to school ? Both of your parents work and when he's alone, he might run away or something."
"Changmin, I DO have maids, you know. They can take care of an 8 year old."
"I know, but still ..."
I can't believe it. He's worried about Junghoon, when we just found him like a few hours ago ? Is Changmin really that responsible ? Hmm. Maybe he WILL make a good father after all.
"Fine, I'll ask my father to ask the principal if I can bring Junghoon to school tomorrow. Happy now, Oh Dear Father Of Our Child ?" I say sarcastically. Changmin merely smiles.
"Ne."
Finally, we stop walking just in front of my house. Changmin's house, as far as I know, isn't actually near from here. I wonder how he'll be going home. As Changmin hands Junghoon over to me, he fishes out his phone and calls for his driver to pick him up.
Very smart.
"Well, I gotta go in now. And don't worry, I won't let Junghoon out of my sight. He'll be safe. So stop worrying. You're more like the Umma instead of the Appa," I grin at him. For a minute, he scowls at me before smiling.
"You're funny. Well, good luck on informing your parents about Junghoon. I'll see you two tomorrow." Still smiling, he leans in and kisses me on a cheek. WHICH, I consider a goodbye kiss. It doesn't count as a real kiss. Nevertheless, I can feel my face grow hotter as he pulls back. Good thing it's dark or I'll be in trouble.
I push open the gates and step in. "Bye."
As if on cue, his black car screeches to a stop along the pavement. The driver goes out from the driver's seat and open the car door to the backseat. With one final glance at Junghoon, Changmin slides inside and the car drives off.
"Gosh, you're heavy ..." I mumble as I walk into the house, towards the living room. Where both my parents are, watching TV. They look up as I step in and immediately, their gaze falls on Junghoon, who is snoring softly.
"Um, before you say anything, let me explain ..." Careful not to wake my son up, I make way towards the couch, sit down and start telling my parents everything about what happened today.
[Changmin's POV]
Where are they ? Class starts in and she promised that she'll be early this time. Oh my God. I start nibbling on my fingernails, my mind racing. My imagination is going overdrive as I imagine the bad things that could happen to a 17 year old with an 8 year old. THEY COULD BE DEAD RIGHT NOW AND I HAVE NO CLUE ABOUT IT.
Alright, calm down, you're exaggerating again. They'll be fine. What's the worst that could happen ?
Unless they get kidnapped ... OH MY GOD. They're kidnapped ! Some thugs are probably driving off with my son and my so called girlfriend, off to a secluded place where they can call _____'s parents for a ransom. MAYBE THEY'RE KILLING JUNGHOON RIGHT NOW. Maybe-
"APPA !"
I break out from my reverie, just to see Junghoon running into the classroom, much to the bewilderment of our classmates, followed by ______, who is panting, obviously trying her best to catch up with Junghoon.
I grin and hold out my arms. Junghoon, with much force, collapses right into me, wrapping his small arms around me. ____, once catching up, glares at me.
"Junghoon, you seriously must never run away from me like that ever again ..." _____ gasps, clutching her chest. Junghoon giggles and I grin even wider at his cuteness. I got to admit, at first, the mere thought of having an adopted son freaks me out but now, I actually like it. Especially when I'm the father and ____'s the mother.
All of the people in the room silently looks at us, demanding for an explanation. ______, who sometimes make me wonder if she's a mind reader or something, turns to the whole class and starts explaining about Junghoon. And how he' not our real son because she'd rather die than to make babies with me.
I kick his foot from behind. She lets out an infuriating yell, but didn't do anything back. What a good example for Junghoon.
Suddenly, a rush of wind tousles my hair as the closed classroom door flies open. Tiffany, wearing a smug look, sashays in. Half the guys in my class gapes at her and I can understand why, really. Tiffany isn't ugly. In fact, she's pretty. Yeah yeah.
Still wearing a smug look, and obviously noticing the leering eyes fixated on her, she saunters to my table, peering down at Junghoon, who is on my lap.
"Wow, you two are fast," she smirks.
"You bi-" _____ starts but I cut her off, giving her a warning look. I'm sure Junghoon will appreciate it if his own 'mother' won't say those kind of words in front of him.
"For your information, Tiff, Junghoon isn't our son. We found him in the park and since he's parentless, we decided to take him in," I tell her. "Because we're good people." I hastily add in.
Tiffany's smile droops. "Oh ..."
"Appa ?" Junghoon looks up at me. "Who is that ugly lady ?"
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LOL.
The last part was kinda random.
Ayv --2 July 2009 at 5:47 a.m.
Aww..i love this chappie^^umma?what will happen when my parents know it...n changmin is appa...haha funny..n the boy is shooo cute yet pity..he was abandoned by his umma..thats cruel...sore ja,update soon ne.love ya!v(^_^)v
Reply: It IS cruel.
JaeSu fan--2 July 2009 at 4:01 a.m.
Update soon!!! ^_^
Reply: Updated :].
Park Min Jee--1 July 2009 at 7:46 p.m.
Aww!!!
JungHoon is sooo cute!!!!
I'm an Umma now!! Yay!! xD
Srry for not commenting lately i've been kinda busy...
Update Soon!!
Reply: It's okay. We're all busy :].
asian_chic 808--1 July 2009 at 6:03 p.m.
omo! that was a really cute chapter! ^^
first, changmin and i holding hands?! <"
Nevertheless, it just makes things more interesting!
Update soon~
Reply: Aw, thanks.
Daphne--1 July 2009 at 3:55 a.m.
hey hey. haha. changmin likes me yes he does. muahahaha. is thr a pic of the little boy? aka my son? btw, whr do u live?
Reply: The link is above and I live in Singapore :]
Hope you like it.
Btw, the the kid in the picture's real name is InHwan.
Oh wow.
Cute.
<3 Erika.