[FIC] Idol Daddy (1/12)

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Title: Idol Daddy
Chapter Rating: PG (swearing)
Chapter Pairing: None
Genre: Family, Romance, Comedy, Drama
Summary: Faced with a rather unusual set of circumstances, the hottest group in Asia has now become the father to one mysterious young girl.
X-Post: hug______ , dbsk_het 
A/N: Very first DBSG fic, first-non-oneshot and very first not-adult fic. Looking forward to how this goes~ Concrit is always welcomed and appreciated! If there are any interested beta readers, please let me know!



Chapters:
Ch 01 - A Teddy Bear Named Max
Ch 02 - The Violation of JJ's Nose
Ch 03 - Betraying Your Hero

Seoul station was busy as always, checking to see that his cough mask was covering his face, Park Yoochun threaded through the crowd. He searched his pocket, digging for the ticket that seemed to have magically disappeared. Recently he seemed to be on a losing spree, which was the main reason why he had to take the subway today (he had lost his car keys for the fourth time that week). Forgetting things was more of Yunho’s style, and Yoochun was beginning to fear that the leader’s amnesia was starting to get contagious.

“....hey...mister...?”

Where was that damn ticket?

“Um...excuse...me?”

Crap...did a fan realize?...turning around he was surprised to see a shy, young girl. She couldn’t have been more than eight. Well, it wasn’t as if they didn’t have their share of young fans. Bending down he patted the girl’s head.

“Hello there. What’s your name?”

“Um...my name’s So Young” she responded, smiling a bit awkwardly.

“Hi So Young,” looking around he glanced at the small girl again, “where’s your mommy?”

“I haven’t got one of those.”

Before he could even reply, she continued on thrusting out her hand, “I saw you drop this, I know I shouldn’t be talking to you, but you were looking for it, and I know how horrible it feels to lose something.”

Yoochun looked at So Young’s fist which was tightly gripping onto his now crumpled ticket. Reaching out to take it, he patted her head once more, “That’s a very nice thing you did. Thank you, So Young. Did you want an autograph?”

The singer was surprised when the little girl grinned and started laughing, “You’re funny.” she smiled, and walked away, her knapsack bouncing to her steps.

Staring at the girl as she disappeared into the crowd, Yoochun stood embarrassed. Looking down at the spot where the little girl had been he noticed a dirty, old teddy bear laying forgotten on the ground. It had one cracked button for an eye and a large chunk of it’s right arm was missing. Glancing at the clock he saw that he still had another seven minutes before the train would arrive, so he set out to look for the girl.

It didn’t take very long to find her, she was frantic; crawling through the crowd, eyes wide as she cried out, “Max! Max!”.

Rushing towards her, he bent down, “Hey, hey So Young! Don’t cry, is this Max?”

Grabbing the bear out of his hands, she hugged it tightly to her thin body, her eyes red as she wiped her tears on the bear’s fur. “Yes, yes....” she drew back, her breath hitching as she looked at the bear, “I’m sorry, Max. I’m so so so sorry.”

Holding So Young, Yoochun pulled the two of them up from the ground, dusting himself off as he looked around, searching for her dad.

“Thank you, mister.” he heard the little girl whisper, he looked at her and shook his head, “Don’t worry about that. Where’s your father?”

The girl wiped her eyes, shaking her head as she clung to her teddy, “I’m not sure...sorry.”

The singer bent down to look at her, “Did you lose him? Are you lost?”

Biting her lip, the girl looked down at the ground, embarrassed.

Yoochun continued on, “It’s okay if you’re lost, don’t worry! We can ask that man over there,” he pointed to a patrolling security man, “he can find your daddy for you!”

The girl looked up at Yoochun excitedly, “Really? He can find my daddy?”

Yoochun smiled underneath his mask, picking up So Young’s knapsack, he reached out for her hand, “I’m sure of it, we’ll get you back safe in no time.”

Smiling hesitantly, So Young looked up at Yoochun’s half-covered face and grabbed his offered hand, “Okay.”

*    *    *

Not only had Yoochun missed his train the first time it was scheduled to arrive, he had also missed the next hour’s worth of arrivals and departures.

The reason for this, was sitting an arms-length away from him, her hands folded properly in her lap. Her head hung low; her face was shielded behind a curtain of hair. The guard was kneeling in front of her, obviously at a loss of what to do.

“Now, Ms. So Young...I don’t think we’re going to be able to find your daddy today.”

She nodded her head slowly, “That’s what the uniform-man said two years ago as well,” she was hugging Max tightly as she continued, “my-”

Yoochun’s cellphone went off, he quickly dug it out of his coat pocket, standing up and bowing apologetically to them. He left the office, and flipped the cover, “Hello?”

“Hey, where are you?”

“Ah, Jaejoong...something happened on my way back to the house, I’ll be back in a bit...”

“You okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.”

“Hyun Joong’s back in Seoul, we’re going out for a drink, coming?”

“Ah, I think I’ll pass.” Yoochun sighed, “Is that it?”

“Are you sure every-thing's okay, man? You sound pretty off.”

“Yeah, like I said. Some stuff’s going on right now. I’ll be back soon, I still need to go over a few compositions before tomorrow’s meeting.”

“Alright then, I’ll catch you later then.”

“Yeah, alright. See ya.”

Entering back into the office, Yoochun noticed that the girl had not moved at all; the guard was now behind his desk and was talking into the phone. Moving towards So Young, he sat beside her, and pulled down his cough mask.

So Young looked into his eyes, and Yoochun didn’t know what made him feel worse, the sadness that seemed so out of place but familiar in a child’s eyes, or the expectancy...the knowing....a part of her knew that this was exactly what was going to happen.

“Are you okay?” he whispered to her.

Nodding bravely, So Young looked at Yoochun’s face again, “You’re very handsome.” Yoochun grinned and then glanced towards the officer who was now yelling into the phone.

“The girl’s practically an orphan and you can’t even find a damn shelter to take her in?”

Shelter, huh? Yoochun thought, he didn’t know how the ones in Korea were, but during a particular rough spot in his parents’ divorce he and his younger brother had found themselves in an american shelter for three days. The nights were endlessly cold, with random hours of boiling heat. The TV was always on blast, and you only ever owned the clothes that were on you, everything else belonged to Ted: a mean, bruised boy who had managed to acquire a ridiculous amount of muscle during his stint with his previous foster family.

A tug on his shirt startled him, “Can I go now?” she asked quietly.

“No, we have to wait and see what the guard says.” Yoochun looked at his watch, 8:45, he was going to have to pull an all-nighter on one of his precious few days off.

“This place smells funny, I want to leave.” So Young insisted, “Max doesn’t like shelters, the other kids always make fun of him and they’re always stealing his things.” she looked at the worn out bear protectively, “I can’t let him get hurt again, I’m all he has.”

“I’m sorry, Micky.” the matron was a friendly lady, but fifty hyper kids in a worn-down house with a desperate need of a plumber kept her patience on the short-end and the hairs on her head, white. “We need the bed for the Hamilton twins that are coming in this evening. You can stay where you are, but we need to move Ricky up to the top floor. You’ll still see each other during the day.”

“No! No! I won’t let you!” a young Yoochun had cried, gripping the matron’s wooly sweater, fraying the ends with the strength of his hold, “I can’t let him get hurt again! I’m all he has!”

Even now, Yoochun could remember the anxiety that had gripped him, the pure fear that had stolen his body at the thought of being separated, at the thought of his brother being hurt. He studied So Young once again, reaching a hand out to stroke the bear’s rough fur. “You know,” he said softly, “the place where I live, there’s a guy called Max.”

So Young’s eyes widened, and she leaned in closer to Yoochun,  “Does he like cookies as well?”

“Oh yes,” Yoochun remarked, “especially the ones with huge chunks of chocolate chips in them.”

Gasping in delight, So Young pushed Max into Yoochun’s face, “So does he! So does he!”

“A-hem...”

Turning around, Yoochun noticed the officer, he looked grim. “Listen here young man, she’ll need to stay put for now, we’ll send her out to the nearest shelter tomorrow morning.”

“Actually,” Yoochun said quickly, “she just told me that she remembers an uncle living nearby, she forgot to tell us earlier because she was so frightened.”

The guard looked relieved, “Is that so?”, looking at So Young, he smiled, “What’s his name?”

So Young looked as bewildered as Yoochun felt, what the hell was he doing? Gazing into the girl’s eyes he reached out his hand once again to her, trust me, he thought, please, just....without a moment’s hesitation, the girl placed her hand into his.

“His name’s Hun Woo,” Yoochun continued, “he owns a convenience store that a friend of mine works at, I’ll give them a call.”

“That’s great!” the officer exclaimed, “ask this Hun Woo to drop by the office, so he can sign her out.”

*    *    *

“What?!”

“Be quiet idiot!” Yoochun hissed, clamping a hand over his friend’s mouth.

“Listen, Yoochun, this is insane. You hear me? Insane. It’s like kidnapping. I thought you had to protect your image or something like that? Doesn’t kidnapping go against the laws of image-maintenance?”

Yoochun opened his mouth but Hun Woo continued on, “How did she even get here? Someone probably brought the kid with them to go somewhere, but forgot they had a kid on them, and zoomed off.”

“How do you forget a kid?”

“Listen man, it happens. Didn’t she tell you how she got here?”

“We tried asking her, but she won’t tell us.” Yoochun said hopelessly, “she’s been living in the station for two days, Hun Woo. Taking showers in the traveler's lounges....eating scraps....”

Hun Woo still looked unconvinced, “Look, there’s enough homeless kids in Korea to feed an army of obese cannibals,” Hun Woo always did have a way with words, “are you telling me, you’re going to start taking in every single one of them?”

“I’m not expecting you to understand,” Yoochun replied, “just please, go in there and tell the officer you’re the girl’s uncle. Please. You don’t need to do anything else, just tell him you’re her uncle, bring her out and that’s it. I promise I won’t get you involved if anything happens.”

“Like hell,” his friend exclaimed, “it’s my god damn name that goes on the form, my ID number. I’m leaving”

Yoochun grabbed Hun Woo’s arm desperately, “Listen, I’ve never bailed on you, I’ve always stuck through shit. Just do me this one favor, I’m begging you. If anything happens, I’ll take the bullet, okay?”

Hun Woo groaned, “Damn you, Yoochun, damn you to hell. Fine, whatever, you owe me big for this...and I don’t mean, free drinks for a week-big, I mean you introducing me to SNSD-big, the lot of them.”

“Sure! Thanks man. Thanks.”
*    *    *

“Hey! Anyone home?” Yoochun nudged the little girl inside as he followed behind her, closing and locking the door behind him.

There was silence inside the apartment, and So Young turned towards Yoochun confusedly, “Why is no one here?”

Yoochun bent down to untie his shoes, “Ah, we have a two day vacation, starting today. Two of the guys have gone home to visit their families and the other two are probably out.”

“Are you guys like supermen or something?” she asked in wonder, looking at the many pictures that littered the apartment.

Yoochun laughed, and So Young turned to face him, “It makes sense, you come to rescue children from evil shelters, and you rescue teddy bears from evil feet and...” she trailed off, Yoochun walked into the kitchen, with So Young following close behind.

“Are you hungry, So Young?”

“No,” she said, even as her stomach grumbled, looking up at Yoochun she continued, “but Max is.”

“Okay then, well I hope Max likes ramen, because that’s all I can cook right now.”

“Max, likes ramen...” she broke off.

“What is it?”
    “What’s your name?” she asked, “You know me and Max, but we don’t know you.”

Yoochun almost kicked himself, great job not acting like a complete and utter weirdo, he thought to himself, I"m a regular kidnapper, steal some cute little girl and not even tell her your name...

“My name’s Park Yoochun, but if you like you can call me Micky.”

“Like the mouse?” she asked enthusiastically.

“Yeah,” he chuckled, “like the mouse.”

“I wish I had a cool name like that.” she said.

Yoochun led the girl to the TV room after he set the pot of water to boil, “So Young is a nice name, why don’t you sit here and keep yourself and Max entertained while I cook us some dinner.”

*    *    *

The idol could hear the sounds of cartoons filtering in from the living room, he continued stirring the pot. Life seemed pretty peaceful and a hidden part of himself was incredibly satisfied with his actions. Another part of him knew that this fragile state of peace was bound to burst eventually. Consumed with the fine art of ramen making and his silly fantasies of father-daughter time with So Young, he didn’t even register the sound of the door opening, or the heavy footsteps that stormed into the living room.

“Wha-who are you?!” cried out So Young.

“Me?! Who are you?!”

“I’m So Young and this is Max...”

“What are you talking about? I’m Max!”

“No, silly. This is Max!”

“Are you implying that I don’t even know my own name? How long has your stupid doll been Max, huh? I’ve been Max for more than 5 years.”

“My Max has been Max since forever!”

Oh god, Yoochun thought, why hadn't he thought this far ahead?


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