[Fanfic] The Model Father - Jun, Shun, Toma, Pi, Nari Mao- Ch 2

[shardaunei]

Summary:

Jun Matsumoto has been living the life of a top model in New York. A random phone call from a lawyer makes his ideal lifestyle turn in a whole new direction: his wayward brother's son has to live with him or he goes to the State of New York foster care. Can Jun take an eight-year-old in and still party with his best friends?

Starring:

Matsumoto Jun
Inoue Mao
Oguri Shun
Ikuta Toma,
Yamashita Tomohisa
Narimiya Hiroki

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own the real people, just the plot and the OC.
A/N: Hey, guys. Here's the awaited chapter 2. I hope I still deliver. By the way, if this sounds like Oh My Girl, then purely coincidental cuz I haven't even seen that drama. My sister did, and she did tell me that. Hopefully, only chapter 1 would seem that way.

Previous: Chapter 1
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Chapter 2

Flinging his set of keys on the foyer table, Jun led Kevin and the uptight CPS social worker into his home. He lived 30-floors up in one of the many high-rise condominiums in the city, in lower Manhattan to be exact. Mao’s heels click-clacked on the shiny, wooden floor as she inspected each section of the apartment. Except for the flute glass on the end table, for a bachelor pad, it was pretty neat and tidy. She glanced inconspicuously at the owner, marveled at how he could keep it relatively clean in spite of the busy schedule he claimed. Jun flinched at the sight of the glass, and took it back to the sink, confirming Mao’s suspicion that he might be a neat freak.

“Do you have a spare room where Kevin can stay?” she glanced up at him, her voice sounding very authoritative.

Jun wanted to retort, but thought better of it, and led them to the second bedroom to the opposite end of the hallway of the master’s bedroom. Mao frowned when she saw it. Half of the room were racks of clothes much resembling like a department store, and the other half a mini gym, with a treadmill, an elliptical, and a bench press, complete with a set of barbells. Mao thought the gym was a joke seeing the owner of said gym looked too scrawny. A small smile played on her lips that she tried her best not to. She drew in a sharp breath to refrain from laughing at her own joke. She hated how she could be easily amused.

“What’s so funny?” Jun frowned at her. Mao set her face in all seriousness.

“Where’s the bed?” she asked, ignoring his question, and frowned slightly at him.

“Well, I have my own, and I never planned to get a second one.”

“Where do your visitors sleep if they stay with you?”

“I hardly have visitors, and those who choose to stay for the night were usually the ones that sleep with m--”

“Okay, understood,” Mao interrupted much too quickly, raising her hands to stop him. Kevin was right there, after all. “So where do you plan for Kevin to sleep?”

Jun scratched his head. He was going to suggest on the couch, but hearing Mao’s tone asking the question pointedly, he knew she would not like the answer. Mao sighed and looking at him impatiently like he was a little boy in trouble.

“Kevin, why don’t you explore the rest of the apartment, while I talk to your Uncle Jun,” Mao smiled sweetly at the eight-year-old, who happily bounded out of the room. Jun thought the smile she gave the boy was the prettiest ever, but it vanished as soon as she looked back at him. He nearly swallowed nervously.

“Look, Mr. Matsumoto-“ Mao closed in the distance between them, stopping when they are toe-to-toe.

“Call me Jun,” he interrupted. This was the closest he had in proximity to her, and he took the opportunity to stare into her eyes.

“Mister Matsumoto,” Mao continued as if the interruption didn’t happen and refused to comply with Jun’s request. She didn’t even flinch at his stare-down. “If you’re not fully prepared to take Kevin in, then you need to make sure to get things ready for him. He’s in a vulnerable situation and really needs a stable routine right now. I hardly think sleeping on your couch every night will be very comforting.”

“Isn’t that what I told you, people?” Jun snapped, suppressing the rise of anger in his throat. “That I’m not ready to take in some kid?”

Mao looked down and breathed in deeply. She exhaled and looked up then nodded.

“Fine, I’ll take Kevin with me for just tonight. I’ll give you a day to make arrangements with this room so he can have a place of his own. Also, can you make sure to keep inappropriate things hidden in your room?” She almost blushed at the last sentence. Jun looked at her weirdly.

“What ‘inappropriate things’?”

“You know, the, um, videos I saw in your living room next to the TV,” Mao cleared her throat.

“What videos?”

“Oh for the love of God, the porn, man,” she outburst too loudly, stepping back in frustration. Her hand quickly clamped her mouth. Two round red spots appeared on her cheeks. Jun laughed loudly.

“I’m sorry, I know what you were talking about. I couldn’t help it. You’re just too proper,” he said through laughter. He clutched his stomach, still in a fit of laughter when Mao huffed and haughtily left the room, her nose up in the air. Jun quickly followed her down the hall.

“We’re leaving and I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said, not bothering to turn around to face him. Her head seemed to be held higher than usual. “And you had better get things ready.”

“I might need two days.”

Mao exhaled sharply. She hated bargaining. What else can she do, however?

“Fine.” She then called Kevin and explained the situation to him. The boy nodded that he understood, and walked out of the door with Mao. He turned to wave goodbye at Jun before his social worker closed the door behind them.

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Two days later, Mao nodded her approval upon seeing the second bedroom in Jun’s apartment. The racks of clothes were gone, but the gym equipment stayed behind. Shoved to the corner opposite the closet was a bed, an air mattress to be exact. It was covered with a baseball-themed fitted sheet. A pillow and a comforter lay on top of the mattress. Mao frowned but decided that at least it wasn’t a couch for the kid to sleep in. She turned around to look at Jun, who was leaning without a care on the doorpost, silently watching her doing the inspection.

“Well, it’s not much,” she sighed, sweeping her hand to make a point. “It’s bare minimum, but at least it’s something.”

“Hey, you only gave me two days,” Jun grumbled. He crossed his arms across the chest and frowned at her.

“You’re right. Thank you for your hard work,” she mocked in Japanese, bowing to him.

“Phsh!” Jun scoffed, and walked away. He didn’t see Mao smirked behind him.

Kevin was sitting on the couch, playing with his DS. He looked up at the adults who just walked in the living room. Jun smiled at him, and announced that he can put his belongings in the room. Kevin got up and grabbed his backpack and made his way to the room, before Jun stopped him.

“Where’s your suitcase?” his uncle asked. Kevin darted his eyes at Mao and looked down.

“Um,” he started to say, scuffing his shoe with the other.

“Kevin only has his backpack,” Mao explained quietly, which provided Kevin an opportunity to hurry to the room. Jun looked at her in amazement. “He only packed his video game, a few clothes, and a picture of his dad and him at Central Park. It all fit inside his backpack. His house was raided, remember?”

Jun blinked, unable to comprehend how of all the boy’s things, only a few could fit inside a backpack. Mao looked at her watch. She was late for another appointment.

“Here’s my card,” she handed him a business card with her contact information. “Call me when you need something. I’ll come by to check up on Kevin once in a while, usually unexpected.” She smirked. “Kevin,” Mao called in the direction of the room. “I’m leaving.” The boy ran out from the room and gave her waist a hug. She patted his back.

“I’ll be back, soon. You have my number, right? Call me anytime.” She turned and nodded goodbye to Jun and patted Kevin’s head one last time before walking out the door Jun had held open for her. Turning around once he closed the door, a pair of eyes met him. They stared at each other awkwardly, realizing this was the first time they were actually by themselves.

“Um, hungry?” Jun asked, scratching his head. Kevin nodded slowly. Walking to the kitchen, they checked the refrigerator, and found it barren. There were a couple of beers, a block of American cheese, and a box of Chinese food Jun wasn’t sure how long it had been there. They looked at each other, then burst out laughing.

“Pizza?” asked the twenty-six year old, closing the appliance door.

“I’m lactose intolerant,” informed the eight-year-old. “Dairy makes me barf my stomach out. It is not a pretty sight.”

“I believe you.” Jun leaned back on the fridge and looked at him. “Chinese?”

“After seeing that moldy box in there?” Kevin pointed at the fridge and stuck his tongue out in disgust.

“Okay, then what do you want?” Jun smiled in amusement. This kid definitely had a sense of humor.

“Well, I AM part-Japanese, so… pasta!” the boy’s eyes brighten at his own joke, which made his uncle chuckle.

Are you ready?
Sainan datte mo sweet, sweet
Sou Let’s go no sign Do it, do it
Zuzushii kurai mae muke Movin’ now! Movin’ now! … went Jun’s cellphone before he could answer his nephew.

“Hello?”

“Yo,” said the guy on the other end. Jun smirked. Shun Oguri, always the man with few words. He heard the phone being passed to someone else.

“Jun!” a hyper-attack voice shrilled in his ear, making him held the phone in arms length. “Jun!”

“God, Toma, must you yell so freakin’ loud?” Jun growled, his face askew when he rubbed his hurt ear with his free hand.

“Do you know what tonight’s all about, right?” Toma Ikuta asked loudly, ignoring Jun’s complaint. “It’s the grand opening of Pi. Hello?”

Jun finally remembered. His friend Tomohisa Yamashita, an entrepreneur, had finally achieved his dream to open a club. He had named it “Pi” after the irrational number since “Infinity” had been taken, he’d settle for the irrational one. Jun and the rest had looked at him funny when he laughed at his own joke.

“Plus, I sort of named it after me, but nobody knows about that, except you four,” Yamapi, the nickname his friends called him, had added quickly. The others nodded, included the fourth friend, Hiroki Narimiya, or Nari to the close-knit friends.

“Hello? Jun? You still there?” Toma’s voice rang in his head.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“’Kay. See yah!”

Jun glanced up just as he ended the call. Kevin was staring at him blankly. Crap! He had forgotten for a moment that there’s a kid in the house. He wanted to call his friend back to cancel, but he had promised Yamapi long ago he’d support the new establishment by hanging out there. He scrolled down his list of contacts recorded on his phone, but there was none he could truly trust with his nephew and to keep it a secret for now.

“Listen, Kev, I have things to do, and it’s partly my job,” Jun explained to the waiting child. He walked to his cordless phone and dialed the pizza place and ordered a cheeseless pepperoni pizza.

“Okay, the pizza guy will be here in thirty minutes,” Jun said as he hung up. He walked to the living room and started setting up the PlayStation and WII. He brought out the GuitarHero guitar and the WII controllers.

“The game cartridges are on this shelf, so feel free to choose what you want to play. Just clean up when you’re finish,” he instructed. “I’m gonna take a shower. Let me know when the pizza guy’s here.” He hurried to his room to get ready to go out clubbing again. Kevin frowned, staring at his uncle’s back as he walked out of the living and down the hall to his room.

The pizza guy was right on time. Jun handed the box to Kevin, who accepted it quietly. Leaving final instructions to call him in case of emergency and to not open the door to strangers, Jun left to meet up with his friends.

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NEXT: Chapter 3
A/N: And the four gods appear. hehe. BTW, the club name is Pi(pie) as in, 3.14~ - the irrational number. Yeah, I'm a geek.

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