I wake up with a blearing headache from the sound of my phone ringing. I slip out of bed, careful not to wake Yoogeun, and readjust the blanket over his shoulders before rushing to answer the phone.

"Hello?" I ask, my voice still musky from sleep.

"Taemin?" a voice asks. It turns into mindless garble in my ear.

"Who is this?" I ask testily.

"Don't you have caller ID?" the voice asks curiously.

"Will you just ing tell me what you want?" I grumble. The voice laughs and my eyes widen. "CHOI MINHO!"

"That's me," he sings teasingly.

"YOU ER!" I shout into the mouthpiece. He drops his phone and fumbles to pick it up. I wait until I hear him breathing to go off on my rant. "YOU ING ! THREE DAYS, YOU DON'T GIVE ME A SINGLE ING CALL! I'LL DESTROY YOU, YOU HEAR ME CHOI MINHO!? I WILL RIP YOUR BABY MAKER OFF OF YOUR BODY AND BREAK IT IN FRONT OF YOU!"

"Calm down," a different voice says, and I take a deep breath.

"Hi Onew," I snarl. "What does the bastard want?" I hear Onew chuckle.

"Actually, we have the results," he says. My jaw drops.

"WHAT!? NOW!?" I ask.

"Yes," Onew says. I hear the shuffling of papers and I hold my breath, crossing my fingers for a negative. Finally, the rustling stops.

"What is it?" I ask.

"I'm the dad!" Minho announces on the side. I feel the shock wash over me. I drop the phone, letting it clatter onto the floor. I slump next to it, my knees hitting the ground.

"Taemin? Taemin!" the voice calls throught the phone. My fingers feel too numb to pick up the device as I try to grip it. My hands shake as I raise it to my ear.

"W-what does that mean for... us?" I ask, my brain fuzzy and incoherent.

"You're moving in with Minho and me," Onew says calmly. "I would suggest packing. If you need any help, Minho and I will be there in a few minutes."

"A-are you on your way?" I stammer out. Onew laughs.

"Yes, we are. I'll talk to you later," he says. "Bye!" He hangs up and I, dazed as ever, put the phone back into the reciever. I walk back into my room and wake Yoogeun gently. He opens his large eyes and looks at me slieepily.

"Appa," he coos, reaching up. His arms hook around my neck and I pull him up.

"Yoogeun-ah," I whisper, holding him to my chest. "That man, Minho... He's your daddy."

"Oh... Is that good?" Yoogeun asks? He looks up at me and I feel myself break down little by little as I watch the concern fog up his innocent eyes. I sniff and hold Yoogeun closer.

"I don't know, Yoogeun... I really don't know."

I open the suitcase bitterly, Yoogeun's frantic movements in the corner of my eye. He runs forward with an armful of his clothes and I smile as I kiss his forehead, taking the garmets and sending him back for more. I fold them slowly, unwilling to put each one in the leather-lined case. A knock on the door makes me clench my teeth and I open it to see them. Minho's leaning against the door with a bunch of folded boxes and Onew's standing in front of me, grinning warmly.

"Hi, Onew," I greet coldly. I give Minho a glare and he rolls his eyes.

"Let's get this over with," he grumbles. Onew flashes me a smile instead.

"Come on, I'll help you," he says, putting an arm around my shoulders. I smile at the warmth, his gentle touch a glimmer of hope for what my life will be.

"I'll just wait here, then?" Minho asks, bored already. No more hope.

"You're going to help," I snarl, spinning out of Onew's hold to jab my finger into Minho's chest. He rolls his eyes and takes a box from the wall.

"I'll start in the kitchen then," he growls. I sigh with fustration and drag Onew by the arm into my room.

"Help me pack clothes," I order, expecting him to resist. Instead, he acquiesces and begins to pack the shirts into boxes as I fold pants. There's an awkward silence as Yoogeun brings in another load and goes back to the closets.

"So... I can tell you're fond of Minho," Onew jokes. I scoff.

"He's a lazy, disrespectful, spoiled brat with less maturity than Yoogeun," I jeer.

"I can hear you!" Minho calls from the kitchen. I roll my eyes.

"That's kind of the point!" I snap back. Onew chuckles and I feel my cheeks grow red from embarassment.

"He's not so bad when you get to know him. He really cares about Yoogeun, you know," Onew says. I stand up and fling a pair of jeans into the box, temperature reaching its boiling point as I glare knives at Onew.

"And what about me? What about how much I love Yoogeun? He's my son!" I scream. Onew sighs and stands up, dusting off his knees. He wraps his arms around me and I break down into tears.

"It's going to be okay," Onew murmurs. His voice is soft and gentle by my ear as he pats my head, his fingers running slowly down my hair. I sniff and pull away, nuzzling his neck for comfort.

"You really think so?" I ask, allowing myself a small smile. Onew grins broadly.

"I know so, Taemin. I'll take care of you, neh?" he whispers, rubbing my back. I feel myself unwind and bend down to resume packing. He joings me, sitting back on his knees to help.

"Thank you," I say as I fold and gently place a pair of sweatpants into the box. Onew ruffles my hair and I can't help but laugh.

I scowl behind the door frame, listening to Onew comfort that little . I hear them resume work, and the pate in my hand cuts into my palm as I clench my fist. I shouldn't be angry, but I'm pissed off. That Taemin is stealing my friend from right under me!

"Little bi-" Then I hear it. A laugh. It's not Onew's. His laugh is wild, stringy, and undeniably joyful. This laugh is so...

Beautiful. That's the only word I can think of. Taemin's laugh is so beautiful. Yoogeun walks up to me and stares at me curiously. I blink and come back to planet Earth.

"Hey kiddo," I greet, smiling at him. He grins back.

"You look like a frog!" he says, clapping. I hear Teamin laugh loudly from inside the room. That was just pure evil...

"You're my son, did you know that? That means you're going to look like me when you grow up," I point out.

"As long as he doesn't act like you!" Taemin shouts. I growl.

"Did I ask for your opinion?" I ask furiously. Taemin scoffs.

"What are you gonna do about it, tough guy? Buy my silence?" he asks tauntingly. I roll my eyes.

"Jerk," I mutter as I walk away. Every step I take, though, is filled with his laughter as it sticks to me. As it refuses to let me forget how beautiful it is. How beautiful he is...

Hold it right there! my brain shouts, screeching to a halt. He's a MAN, and you are SO not gay! Stop this train of thought right here! I grit by teeth and look back at Yoogeun, who's running between the rooms with shirts dangling from his arms. 

"," I swear under my breath as I shove the plate into the box, forcing it down to join its comrades in confinement. "That damn bastard..."

I load the last of the boxes into the trunk while Onew and Taemin joke in the front seat. I slide into the back with Yoogeun as Onew presses the button that closes the trunk. Yoogeun watches the process with wide eyes and I chuckle. Taemin scowls at me and I glare back.

"Minho!" Yoogeun calls, tugging on my sleeves. "Are you really my daddy?" he asks eagerly as Onew starts to drive. I grin broadly.

"You bet, kiddo!" I say, ruffling his hair. He pouts and I laugh at the cuteness.

"I'm not kiddo! I'm Yoogeun!" he says firmly, pointing to his own face. I smile.

"Fine, Yoogeun," I say, poking his cheek gently. He's so small, yet he has so much potential in him to be something more. Someone great. I intend to give him that. I want to give this boy - my boy - the world, and I can. I smile smugly. I can do what Taemin never could.

"Appa!" Yoogeun shouts, tugging on Taemin's sleeve. Taemin turns and smiles.

"Yes, Yoogeun-ah?" he asks. I grit my teeth. I'm Yoogeun's appa, not Taemin! But I have enough time to change that, so I try not to let it bother me. Not now, anyway.

"Are you and Minho going to get married?" Yoogeun asks. I burst out laughing, and for once Taemin agrees with me. HIs laughter is full of pure amusement as it rings through the car. Even Onew joins along.

"No, Yoogeun, Minho and I aren't going to get married," he says, as if it should be obvious.

"Why not?" Yoogeun asks. Taemin smiles smugly and gives me a cold glare.

"Because I'm never going to fall in love with him," Taemin says. I give him a simpering smirk in return.

"And I'm never going to fall in love with you either, dear," I sneer. Taemin huffs and turns back to the front. Yoogeun looks up at me, but I turn away too.

"So... Is MInho going to be my umma now?" he asks. I hear Taemin's amused laughter again, and I smile as it lightens towards the end, giving me a glimmer of that beauty that I'd heard earlier.

"No," I whisper, my breath fogging up the glass. Like the sense of beauty that radiated from Taemin, the fog fades, leaving only droplets to cling to the glass.

The rest of the ride is lively as I ask about Yoogeun, wanting to fill in the four years I had mised. His favorite color is blue, his favorite food is anything, his favorite book is "Goodnight Moon" and his favorite TV show is nonexistent because he doesn't own a television. At that last part, I see Taemin stiffen, and I smirk. I see his glare in the rearview mirror. I turn back to Yoogeun.

He's my son. I smile. My own son...

This should be interesting. My life, I'm certain, is going to change. The only downside:

Lee Taemin.

A/N - Kekeke more to come, and COMMENTS ARE LOVE~