author's note: my feelings are kinda mixed on the reactions i got for this fic...it kinda confused the PB readers...maybe, the way i wrote it was confusing...hmmmmm...
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1: In the company of friends....
Three years later.
Jaejoong rolled his eyes as he finished the glass of orange juice at the kitchen counter. His friend seemed to have developed a major nagging skill. “Ye, ye, Harabounim!!”, he answered Hyunjoong after slightly bowing his head. The other man smirked and threw Jaejoong his backpack which landed on the floor after the latter ducked behind the black leather couch.
“Thanks again for letting me stay, Dude. I'll go ahead”, he smiled at his friend. The two had been close since their debut as idols. After Hyunjoong was able to purchase his own apartment, Jaejoong has been a constant visitor and during their free time, they stayed indoors and played computer games until their eyes popped out.
“Just wait for me, will you? I'm almost done here”, Hyunjoong said as he dragged his bag to the living room and put on his sweatshirt.
Jaejoong opened the front door and was about to step out when he found a child, about 3 or 4 years old waiting outside the door. He was chubby and struggling to balance the backpack he was carrying.
“Annyeong Ahjussi, is this Kim Hyunjoong's house?”, the child asked Jaejoong as he waved around Hyunjoong's picture. He smiled at the adorable little boy.
“Hyunjoongah, someone is looking for you!”, he called out his friend thinking the little boy wanted Hyunjoong's signature.
When Hyunjoong emerged from the living room, the child stared at him then at the picture in his hand, as if looking for comparison. He looked at Hyunjoong again and smiled ever so cutely, “Appa!”, the boy called out.
It took seconds before Hyunjoong realized what was happening. He stood immobile as the child hung on to his leg as Jaejoong held his breath, obviously dumbstruck.
Hyunjoong looked at Jaejoong. Panic written all over his face. 'Ottoke?', his eyes asked Jaejoong, but Jaejoong just stood there unable to say anything.
The neighbors started getting out of their apartments as it was time to go to work or go about some chores. Jaejoong noticed the questioning looks of the passersby. It did look like an episode from the old show, Three Men and a Baby. He hurriedly stepped inside and closed the door.
Hyunjoong noticed the tag on the bag's pack then stared blankly at his friend. Jaejoong came closer and saw what was written on the tag: IN CASE OF EMERGENCY PLEASE CONTACT Kim Hyunjoong (Father).
“Ottoke?”, he asked Hyunjoong.
Hyunjoong sat on the couch, his expression still blank, probably trying to recall who among his past girlfriends he knocked up, trying to convince himself that he had been careful with all of them.
A loud banging on the door woke both boys from their trance. Jaejoong opened the door to see a very angry Park Haneul. She stomped her feet as she walked inside the apartment, dumping two heavy bags and filers on the floor. SS501's stylist and long time friend was about ready to yell at Hyunjoong when she realized another pair of eyes staring at her. She paused and saw a little boy still clinging to Hyunjoong like a leech.
She gave Hyunjoong a questioning look, but before he could open his mouth to answer, Jaejoong spoke, “His son”
“Omo!!” was all Haneul could say then looked Hyunjoong in the eye.
“What do I do, Haneul?”, he asked her.
“I don't know...YAHHH! You clearly decided to f*** and play around, why ask me what to do??”, she said pointing an accusing finger at Hyunjoong. Jaejoong ran and covered the child's ears.
“Yah, there's a minor here. Stop saying bad words”, Jaejoong told Haneul, trying to keep his cool and still looking calm.
It disgusted Haneul that Jaejoong was still calm in that awkward situation. She smirked. His presence always seemed to irk her even way back their teenage days.
“Appa, who are they?”, the child asked Hyunjoong.
“Appa?”, she stared at Hyunjoong in disbelief “Seriously? Hyunjoong is an Appa. Should I start to look for another job now?”
“Jaejoong, can you stay here while I talk to Haneul?”, Hyunjoong stood up and pushed Haneul towards the kitchen.
“Who is the boy's mother?” she asked when they were alone
“You have to believe me Haneul, I do not know who the child is. I am pretty sure I never knocked up anyone.” he answered brushing his hair with his fingers.
“I am not that naïve Hyunjoong. I know how you idols are, every female is likely to throw themselves at you and you grab every opportunity to ---”
“Yah! I am not like that!!!”, he cut her off.
“Oh yeah, I forgot. There's just one person for you. And you blew all your chances with her”, she laughed, “Wait, is... Maybe, is she-----”
Hyunjoong cut her off again, “Of course not! She freakin' stopped talking to me three years ago, remember?”
“I'm just saying Joongie... But seriously though and don't you dare lie to me, is he your....??”, she asked, her tone serious.
“No, for the hundredth time. NO, I have no son...yet...”
“Okay, okay. I believe you, but why does the child think you are his father?”
“I have no clue, he just came...”
“Where did that boy come from? He's just adorable and cute”, Haneul said catching a glimpse of the boy now playing with Jaejoong, her eyes suddenly wandered to the wall clock, “Omo... The time!! You have to go!!”
It was already 8:30AM, and he was 30 minutes late for his photo shoot.
“Ottoke??”, he panicked.
After a few more seconds of silence, “I know. You have to go now then come back as soon as possible. I can do my work here and stay with the child. We can figure out what to do by then.”, she quickly said. “Go!!”
After Hyunjoong said his goodbyes to the child and thanked Haneul, he left with Jaejoong in a hurry.
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“So, what do you want to do?” Haneul asked the child who was still sitting on the couch with his backpack in his arms.
The little boy just stared blankly at her.
“Okay, I'm Park Haneul. What's your name?”, she tried again
“Kim Munhee”, he answered, “Are you Appa's friend?”
“Yes. That makes me your Auntie, but you can call me Noona.”, she sat beside him turning on the television after feeding the DVD player with one of her CDs. “Is it alright if I work here? Can you play by yourself?”
Munhee nodded then unzipped his bag taking an Astroboy stuffed toy and played with it.
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