Lee Jinki was a happy person. A little awkward and clumsy but he was happy. He grew up with supportive parents and him and his sister were like peanut butter and jelly. After his parents retired, they mostly traveled. It didn't mind Jinki at all since he was going to school hours away from home. His sister on the other hand; he had no idea where she was. When Jinki was 15, she suddenly just up and left. She had written a letter to apologize but no word on why she left.

The apartment he lived in was quite huge. Too big for one person but he didn't mind; he was just grateful his parents decided to pay off the apartment and give him monthly allowance so he could focus on his studies. Of course, he tried not to use that monthly allowance. He would work a few times a week at a local coffee shop and would use that for food and other necessities. Monthly allowance were only for emergencies.

Jinki, despite being rich, lived an average life. In fact, he had a daily routine.

1. Get out of bed.

2. Roll around his bed for 20 minutes before deciding to get up.

3. Take a shower & change into his uniform.

4. Eat toast

5. Drink coffee

6. Watch T.V.

7. Drive to school.

He followed these steps like it was a bible and this routine was working out for him so far but today, luck wasn't on his side.

Would someone PLEASE explain to him why in the hell a social worker was standing outside his apartment door with a little kid holding a beat up teddy bear?

"Lee Jinki?" The social worker asked.

"Uh...yes?" Jinki asked awkwardly.

"Hi, my name is Sang, Myung-Dae. May we come in?"

'No' was what Jinki wanted to say, but he felt bad because the kid looked like he was freezing. He stepped out of the way and led them towards the couch. 

"Would you like anything to drink?" Jinki asked, watching the pair take off their shoes.

"Oh no, I'm fine. Maybe milk for the little guy." Jinki nodded and went to the kitchen and poured milk into a small cup with a straw inside it and took a cup of coffee for himself. He went back to the living room and found the social worker lifting the little boy up and sitting him comfortably on the couch. Jinki smiled as he gave the young boy his milk and watched him shyly bow his head to show his thanks.

To Jinki, this little boy was adorable. All the way from his mushroom cut, down to his blue and yellow striped socks. He would be lying if he said he doesn't like kids. He actually loved kids, but he could just never see himself raising one.

"I'm sure you're wondering why we're here."

"Well, when a guy in a suit with a kid comes to your door at 7 a.m. in the morning, you start to wonder."

"I hate to be the bearer of bad news but...you're sister Lee Sun-Kyu has been in an unfortunate accident. I'm afraid she didn't make it."

"W-What?"

"On her way home with her husband, they got into a car accident and neither of them made it." Jinki slumped his shoulders and leaned back against the couch. He used his hands to wipe his face and sighed. Of course, he hasn't seen his sister in years but that doesn't mean he wasn't upset that fact that she had passed away.

"What does the kid have to do with this?"

"This young man, is Lee Taemin. Your nephew."

"Sunny had a kid?"

"Yes, why do you think she left?"

"This is just too much to take in." 

"I understand. Sunny was one of my close friends. It was heartbreaking to see her go...but she told me that if something ever happened to her, I would take Taemin to you." Jinki sighed and buried his face in his hands.

"This can't be happening. I can't take care of a kid! I have school and I have a job! No one's going to take care of him while I'm gone."

"I'm sorry. I understand but it really can't be helped. Taemin's a good kid. He won't cause you any trouble." Myung-Dae said. Onew groaned.

"Fine." Myung-Dae sighed in relief.

"Thank you. Taemin's a sweet child. You won't regret taking him in." After Myung-Dae left, Jinki was left alone with Taemin. He kneeled in front of Taemin and smiled.

"Hi Taemin! My name's Jinki, or you can call me Onew." Taemin stared at Jinki as if he grew three heads.

"H-How long do I have to stay here?" He felt bad for the kid. He really did. Taemin looked scared out of his wits. He was shaking and was hugging his old teddy bear. Jinki was surprised he didn't start crying yet. He lifted his hand and placed it on top of Taemin's head.

"I don't know kid. I don't know."

"W-Where's Umma?" He asked, his voice trembling.

"I don't know how to tell you this but...your mom...is gone."

"G-Gone?" Jinki nodded. He felt bad having to tell a kid his parents were never coming back and he felt even more terrible when Taemin burst out crying.

"I-I W-WANT MY U-UM-MA!!" Taemin cried. Jinki felt like crap. He didn't know how to quiet a kid down, let alone take care of one. All he could do was just sit and watch as Taemin buried his face onto the teddy bear and held it so tightly, Jinki wondered why no stuffing came popping out. Jinki carried Taemin and tried to calm him down but he would continued crying. Now, it wouldn't be a problem but Taemin cried for HOURS; Yelling and screaming for his mom and dad.

It was already 4 pm and Taemin was still crying. He didn't cry as loud as before but still crying. Eventually, Taemin's cries died down to soft whimpers and hiccups with his head rested on Jinki's neck. 

"I'm sorry Taemin...but Uncle Jinki promises he'll take care of you, okay?" He felt Taemin shift his head and hiccup.

"Uncle Jinki?" Taemin mumbled.

"What is it?"

"C-Can I call you appa?"

"Appa?"

"You're warm and soft...like my appa...a-and you can call me Taeminnie..."

"Sure. Anything you want, Taeminnie." 

A few moments of silence and Jinki could feel Taemin drifting off to sleep.

"Uncle Jinki?" Taemin spoke again.

"Hm?"

"Taeminnie is sorry for wetting your shirt..." Jinki chuckled held the boy tighter.

"It's okay..."

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Just a little introduction :P