I'll Take Care of You : Chapter 2
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The flashing lights of the arcade’s machine reflected in Minho’s eyes as he concentrated on his video game against his best friend, Kim Jonghyun. “Dammit, Minho!” Jonghyun slammed his palm against the game machine, “you won again?!”
“Of course,” Minho chuckled, “like I would ever lose to the likes of you.” Minho looked very smug, sitting on his chair as he crossed his arms. Suddenly, both of their stomachs growled, both friends looked at each other and busted out laughing as they got up from their seats to leave and get some food.
As they were going to go into some random restaurant, Minho spotted Taemin just a few distances away. Minho grabbed Jonghyun and dragged him in front of him, hiding himself, while Jonghyun is confused. “What’s wrong?” Jonghyun asked, confused.
“Nothing,” Minho whispered into his ears, “just stay still for a bit.” Minho squinted his eyes to see if it really was Taemin. It was.
Taemin was handing out fliers in front of a pharmacy, which really puzzled Minho. Is… Is he seriously working?! Wait… What the? Is that his kid on his back, too?! Minho’s eyes began to widen and his jaw slightly dropped. “You cannot be serious,” Minho muttered under his breath, since it’s the middle of fall and pretty late out, it was getting chilly out. It seems like Taemin couldn’t even dress his kid right, since the baby just wore long sleeves and pants.
“Ya,” Jonghyun called, making Minho come back from his thoughts, “you okay? What are you looking at?” Minho shook his head a little and looked at Jonghyun with a disgusted face. Minho then pushed Jonghyun’s face away. “What are you trying to do? Kiss me?” Minho teased and laughed, as he walked into the restaurant while Jonghyun followed with a lost expression. As far as Minho knows, Taemin and his child shouldn’t concern him.
The next morning Minho was walking through the hallways, sucking on a juice box, when he overheard the teachers talking about something…
“I’m a bit worried about Lee Taemin,” the older teacher said, letting out a sigh, “his parents aren’t home and he has to take care of a kid when he’s one himself, he even has to go to school. It must be tiring; do you think he’s alright?” The other teacher seemed worried also. “I don’t know, he didn’t show up today without an excuse absent,” the younger teacher said.
Don’t, Choi Minho! Didn’t you tell yourself that he is none of your concern? Minho found himself walking towards the teachers. Choi Minho! Stop this instant, what are you doing?! Minho let out a sigh and then smiled at the teachers as he smoothly said, “I could go visit him and check up on him, if you want.”
“Right,” Minho was talking to himself as he walked up the sidewalk, “I’m only seeing how the baby is doing, the baby is probably sick and the idiot is probably drowning the baby’s mouth with medicine…” Minho froze. I-isn’t it bad if you feed the baby with too much medicine? A bead of sweat was forming near the side of his head. No, no, Taemin is clueless but he wouldn’t over-feed the baby. A breath of relief came out of his mouth as he continued to walk down the neighborhood but he suddenly paused again. But then again… He couldn’t put on a diaper right…
More troubling thoughts lurked into Minho’s mind, things like Taemin trying to warm up the baby’s bottle but boiling the milk, or not putting baby powder on the baby when changing. Minho’s eye began to twitch a little and he dashed to Taemin’s house.
When Minho finally found Taemin’s house, Minho was quite shocked to see it was a pretty nice house, he rang on the doorbell but no one answered. Only birds chirped in the background as Minho waited impatiently in the silence.
“You don’t think he tripped over some toys and knocked out, do ya?” Minho whispered to himself, he was in deep thought, then he swayed his hand back and forth quickly, “nah, just because my first impression of him was that he is a helpless idiot doesn’t mean he really is, right? I’m just assuming nonsensical things!” Minho began to chuckle nervously and he started to panic a little, he began ringing the doorbell frantically. “Hey!” He called, he looked around the house and saw an opened window, he stood there and face palmed himself.
Minho climbed through the window, “ya! What would you do if I was a burglar? You really must be an idiot!” Minho slipped on a squeaky toy and got up quickly, trying to stay composed and cool as he looked around and dusted himself. Huh, pretty fancy place, why is everything white? Looks like heaven…
Minho saw Taemin collapsed on the ground by the couch and Yoo Geun was playing Taemin’s auburn reddish wavy hair. Minho softly slapped Taemin’s cheeks, Taemin was shivering. “Hey, how can you be so irresponsible like this? What would you do if your kid got killed and your house was robbed?” Minho said softly, he then grunted and picked the unconscious boy up onto the couch, and then he picked Yoo Geun up and went into the kitchen. After Minho took care of Taemin and Yoo Geun, Minho slid down onto the ground, pretty exhausted. The doorbell rang and Minho made an irritated face like he was about to snap and break something.
“Yeah?” Minho answered as he opened the door, it was a young lady. I-is this the mom of the baby?
“Oh,” the young lady was a bit surprised, “is Taemin home? I brought some medicine since I was sure that he would get sick…”
“Uh, yeah, he’s resting on the couch,” Minho guarded the door, keeping her from peering in; “h-how do you know he’s sick?”
“Oh,” the pretty lady smiled warmly, “yesterday Yoo Geun made a mess in my dad’s store! My dad was very mad but Taemin said he would make it up, so my dad made him hand out fliers last night in the chilly weather. Since Taemin didn’t bring any warm clothing for Yoo Geun, he gave his jacket to Yoo Geun and wrapped him in it. I felt really bad, I had a feeling Taemin would get sick, so here. I’m glad Taemin has a friend like you to take care of him! Please, tell him I stopped by.”
“Uh, yeah, thank you,” Minho bowed and waved his hand to the lady as she walked out onto the streets, and then he turned to stare at the sleeping Taemin.
The next morning, Taemin woke up to smell some breakfast from the kitchen. “Yo-Yoo Geun? Are you cooking breakfast?” Taemin called out, as he rubbed his eyes, his vision was still a bit blurry.
“Are you an idiot?” Minho answered back in an arrogant tone, “Can a baby cook? Can a baby reach the pots and pans up here? Can he turn on an oven? Try using your head a little more…”
Taemin remained silence and sulked on the couch, he saw Yoo Geun sitting in a high chair on the kitchen table. “What are you doing here?” Taemin asked quietly, but it was loud enough for Minho to hear.
“I’m here to train you,” Minho claimed, his voice lightened up, he was getting amused by flipping the eggs on the frying pan, “I’m going to teach you how to be a responsible man! Got it? But that doesn’t mean I like you just yet! You’re still a hopeless idiot.” Minho flipped the eggs onto a plate and grinned widely as Yoo Geun clapped and laughed.
“Uhn!” Taemin firmly nodded and smiled brilliantly.
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