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“Kim Mingyu if you don’t get up in the next five minutes I will throw away the life size tiger!” Wonwoo’s voice boomed through the open loft.
“You wouldn't! You love Hoshi!” Screamed Mingyu muffled a bit due to the pillow that was currently curled between his two ears.
Wonwoo sighed and turned on the lights to the apartment then opened the curtains letting in vast amounts of sunlight from the large windows. “I'm starting to regret this housing choice,” Mingyu sighed now in an upright position.
“Perhaps you should've actually looked at the apartment instead of just sending me out,” Wonwoo responds with an edge in his voice.
Mingyu sheepishly speaks up, “Woah, I get I didn't wake up early but that's no reason for the hostility.”
Wonwoo sighs and explains that he’s had a rough morning, not that Mingyu can fully comprehend. He’s never had to wrestle with a child to put on a school uniform. Curse the bougie private school that gives Jihoon red clothespin almost every day. Hell Wonwoo is shocked every time the school accepts him back into the building. The kid has gone through two potted plants, a sharpener, and a Chromebook. Although highly likely because of the oh so generous looks of Jihoon's father or his wallet. Could be either from the gossip of the random mothers that Wonwoo can't care to remember.
That's when he remembers to message Soonyoung, “God! Wait, did you pack Jihoon’s lunch box and are you sure you know what time to pick him up?”
The other end responded almost immediately, “I packed Hoonie’s lunch with the oh so precious pizza and cereal? Odd choices. And yes I’ll be there at 2:00 waiting for him to run into my arms.” Wonwoo snorts at the image of Soonyoung’s arms spread open crouching to his son’s height only to be whacked with the six year old’s surprisingly hard backpack. Wonwoo suspects that's partially why Jihoon brings so many books to school.
Mingyu waves his hands in front of the elder’s phone trying to recapture his attention. Without looking fully up, Wonwoo hands him a bento box ready for Mingyu to eat in the car. The two tall men walk out to the car park where Wonwoo sits in the driver’s seat while Mingyu takes the back. Just for a little bit of happiness Wonwoo turns the car a bit colder to see Mingyu squirm in the back. What it’s revenge for the grumpy cat comperasions Mingyu makes.
Sure, it's not like Mingyu had to show up at a good time to the studio, he mainly gets to do what he wants but it still matters to look presentable. Although judging by the whispers of the office workers he definitely should have not worn slippers, sweatpants, and a hoodie compared to Wonwoo’s neat all black ensemble of dress pants and dress shirt.
The day is not too busy, they're not expecting much of him, just simply a bit of messing around with the beats and figuring out some lyrics. He wants to go with a softer rap and if the company lets him sing this time that’d be preferred. He likes the bad boy harsh rap only so much.
Many fans like the aggressive stage performances but they're starting to wear him down after the two hour long sporadic movements and speed rap. Mingyu wants something that moves someone, not just makes them angry or feel like they can beat someone up. Trust me he’s heard that far too many times about his songs. He can't tell if he should be flattered or offended everytime he hears that as a description.
It’s already three pm and Mingyu can feel his head spinning. He wonders if he can sneak a break while Wonwoo takes a phone call. He stretches his legs and decides to pick up on a little of his manager's call.
“Yes, I am aware. If he asks for treats, deny him. I don't care if he puffs out his cheeks. Do not squeeze them. Soonyoung I am telling you it will not end well-” Wonwoo is instructing through the phone.
Mingyu waits till Wonwoo shuts off his phone before startling Wonwoo by asking, “You got a new pet babysitter?” To Mingyu’s surprise he gets a rare laugh from the older and a pat on the shoulder like he’s an idiot. Which considering Wonwoo has been his manager longer than half Jihoon’s life and still doesn't know of the boy’s existence he might as well be.
It’s five pm and Wonwoo decides the work day is over and takes Mingyu to get food. Perhaps it’s because he just got tired of the taller non-stopping whining and complaining. Currently on Jeon’s list of worst nightmares right above Jihoon meeting a cat is Jihoon meeting Mingyu. At that point Wonwoo thinks he’s gonna abandon one of them and it's leaning towards the twenty-four year old.
Mingyu’s mid bite when Wonwoo excuses himself to the bathroom. The waiter comes around and Mingyu has a horrible idea, he grabs the coat and pulls out definitely not his wallet. He opens it and freezes, there’s a polaroid of a little boy sitting there. Mingyu tight lipped smile asks for a minute before the bill.
He gazes at the boy’s face long enough to see an absolute no resemblance to Wonwoo and the child. Oh god is his manager a creep? No right? To be fair whoever the kid is he looks pissed. Incredibly mad and doesn't seem happy to be photographed. Although if Mingyu was sitting in the library he wouldn't be either. It looks much too creepy and classical for a child. Before he knows it Wonwoo’s back and Mingyu fumbles with the wallet till it falls right in between the latter’s feet.
“So do you just carry polaroids of young boys, because if so you're fired and I'm reporting you to the police!” Mingyu sputters out, picking up the polaroid and wallet.
“God, Kim Mingyu he’s my son,” Wonwoo exasperates like it’s common knowledge.
That’s when Mingyu’s brain crashes and he screeches, “Your what!?”