...don't blame me. Blame Choi Minho and "Hello Baby". This is their fault. Oh, and Super Junior. In fact, just blame every single part of K-pop and media. They tarnish your brain. Ah, and thanks to TemariDarkSoul, who actually helped with the inspiration for this chapter. XD You rule, and your reviews always make me smile~! (PS: MINHO IS SUCH A GOOD DAD skajfowajdhfaoj;eknajksdnfak can I bear your children? ;-;)

je t'aime
my heart beats painfully for you
thump thump thump it goes

A loud, shrill cry interrupted the soft, buzzing talk of the studio. The sudden sound make many jump; one woman's coffee dropped out of her hand. Another shrieked. All the while, a nervous-looking woman stood in the middle, her eyes panicked and her face slightly red. She knelt down to the source of the noise; a crying toddler, his face screwed up and red, his hair plastered against his forehead.

She could feel the stares of all the workers and producers in the area on her back. Her face became hotter than it already was. "Shh," she said desperately, placing a finger over her lips for extra effect. "Shh! Hwang Dae Yang! Be quiet this instant!"

But the child wouldn't stop crying. And even as fat drops of tears rolled down his face, when he sniffled, dark eyes opened wide and big and you could tell that it would be such a pretty child in the future. Currently, however, Hwang Dae Yang's looks weren't helping Yoo He Yi at all. She hissed as her phone rang.

Leaving the child to sniffle a little bit as he rubbed his tired eyes, He Yi opened her purse and fished out her pink-lined phone. Manicured nails clicked annoyingly on the screen as she pursed her lips and pressed it to her ear, an angry retort ready at her lips as soon as she saw who was on the other side.

"Go Mi Nam!" she shrieked. "How dare you leave me with this..." She trailed off, seeing as how everyone was suddenly staring at her. He Yi's mood got worse. "...kid. I'm not good with children! Some hag comes up in my dressing room telling me that you said to take care of him!" she hissed, albeit quietly.

The musical chuckle of Go Mi Nam's voice floated from the other side. "Don't be so mad, babe. I guess you can tell that it's hyung-nim's kid, huh?" He was referring to Hwang Tae Kyung, who just happened to be the father of the devil's spawn. (Funny, that's what he called her.) "My sister is out for the day — something about some shopping spree? It's for the baby. Hyung-nim is busy with us, and you know that kid isn't allowed on set."

Yoo He Yi raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "Oh? I know for sure that oppa doesn't like me anywhere near him, much less his kid." In fact, she didn't even know how he acted around his loved ones any more. She rarely saw them. Usually, all she saw was Go Mi Nam, and that was enough for her.

"That's why he doesn't know." Mi Nam's voice was oddly soothing, like he knew exactly how to deal with her temper. He knew her nasty side. That was what it was with Mi Nam; he knew her inside and out, and even though it scared He Yi to a great deal, it also calmed her. He liked her, wanted to stay with her, despite everything she was. "Don't tell him. Ahhh! I'm Jeremy, yeah..." his voice trailed off for a moment in murmurs, and He Yi spared a glance at the kid, who was standing awkwardly on the ground, his face tinged with red. "...I got to go, babe. See ya."

"Mi Nam!" she yelled, but it was too late; he hung up. He Yi huffed and closed her phone, pushing it back into her bag.

A woman came over, no more than in her late twenties with pretty, large eyes and a stunning smile. "Ooh! He Yi-ssi, she's so cute! Is this yours?"

He Yi scoffed quietly. "No. This is Hwang Tae Kyung's child. The lead singer from ANJell?" The woman blinked up at He Yi. "And it's a he," she added at the end.

"Oh! Really? He looks so much like a girl!" The woman, whose name was Lee Jung Ah, smiled. "Hwang Tae Kyung? The man married to the main vocalist of Mara Rome?"

"Something like that." Honestly, how was she supposed to know?

Jung Ah started to coo at the baby. "Aw! Little-Hwang, call me noona, okay?"

Hwang Dae Yang sniffed again. He blinked widely. Then, with trembling lips, he said, "Appa."

Both woman stared at him with bewilderment. "A-appa?" He Yi spluttered.

That seemed to set something off in him. Dae Yang started to cry again, his mouth open wide, his eyes closed. "Apppaaaaaaaa! Apppaaaaaa! I want appppaaaaa!" Once again, all the eyes turned to them. He Yi groaned and was about to call Mi Nam again, when the sounds of a camera shuttered and a yell was heard louder than the rest.

ANJell had arrived.

Hwang Tae Kyung, in all his darkened and irritated glory, pushed through the throngs of reporters that were just outside the building, following him out. Behind him were Shin Woo, Jeremy, and Mi Nam following closely. "Leave me alone!" he snarled to the reporters. Four years had done nothing on him. He was twenty-six, still the leader of one of the most popular bands ever, and had one child. He was the current hot topic of every magazine and tabloid.

"Appa!" Dae Yang said loudly, with his childish voice full of hope. Tae Kyung's anger seemed to dissipate for a moment, and he looked around, obviously looking for his son. He seemed to catch on to He Yi and Jung Ah, because his eyes met hers briefly for a cold moment before they turned downward.

Dae Yang didn't waste a moment. He jolted from his spot, and with his short legs, managed to walk-run over to his father. The doors closed behind them as many people slapped the members of ANJell on the back in greeting; Mi Nam started to head over to He Yi, but her eyes were focused on how Dae Yang just seemed to light up.

Tae Kyung had bent down to pick up his son properly, grappling him expertly in his arms and then letting a smile cross his face. It lit his eyes and his whole face, making him seem so much younger for a moment. The baby seemed to giggle before stopping. Tae Kyung began to talk to Dae Yang in low tones, but Dae Yang seemed too mad at his father for ditching him and leaving him with a random woman to bask in his love. (Because really, Tae Kyung spoiled Dae Yang.)

His eyes met Mi Nam's, and he glared. The second-youngest of the group shrugged sheepishly, trying to grab He Yi's attention — for she too was irritated with him.

Tae Kyung's eyes softened as he turned to his son. "Did you miss appa?" he murmured, the corner of his lips twitching up as Dae Yang's cheeks puffed. "I know you did. Dae Yang, I'm sorry, appa won't do that again — okay?"

Dae Yang seemed to accept this, because he let out a toothy smile and placed a big, wet, sloppy kiss on Tae Kyung's lips. The leader of ANJell grinned for a brief moment, kissing Dae Yang in return on the cheek.

"Aw, that's such a nice scene," Jung Ah sighed in content. "I bet his wife is pretty, isn't she?"

"Looks exactly like Mi Nam," said Shin Woo, nodding in agreement. "But yeah, she is." There was something indiscernible in his voice when he said that, like it was strained. Jung Ah looked at him for a moment, also staring at Tae Kyung and Dae Yang.

"That certainly is the perfect scene of a father and son, huh?" Jung Ah said, sighing again. This time, Shin Woo didn't comment.

"Perfect indeed," Shin Woo murmured, as Jung Ah left and Tae Kyung brought his son up and down in the air, an everlasting smile on his usually scowling face.

.:.

fin.
12.26.11