Anonymous: Pretty blog~ return of superman! Hoshi au please? 😘😘
Title: Topsy-turvy (Hoshi/Soonyoung)
Genre: Fluff, babysitter!hoshi
A/N: Finally! It’s not return of superman though. It’s based on The Nanny Diaries movie…Anyways, I hope you’d still enjoy it!
p.s. who is dying over those Hoshi scenes in Lili Yabbay/13 Month’s Dance???!! I am.
If only there was another way to save up for money, Hoshi would have gladly taken it. Correction: another sober and safe way that is not related to cubicles and economics to save up for money. Hoshi sighed as he leaned back against Joshua’s sofa. If only. If only. He tapped his shoe on the floor, nervously.
“Relax, Hosh. You’re lucky you found a job here, you know. You’re also great with kids,” Joshua said as he poured orange juice into a tall glass. The vivid colour got Hoshi nodding, eager to drink it up. Joshua walked over to him and placed the glass on the coffee table in front of Hoshi, probably not noticing the way Hoshi’s eyes followed the glass. He probably thought they would be speaking.
Hoshi took the glass once it was placed on the table. He drank it, lips never leaving the glass rim. As if he had never drunk orange juice. Joshua watched him in utter disbelief.
“O…kay,” Joshua said, both his hands slightly raised, once Hoshi put the glass down with a click! “Can we talk now? I’m trying to relax you here, you know.”
Hoshi looked confused for a moment. What was there to talk about? Ah yes. “Ah, yeah. Sorry.”
Joshua sighed and closed his eyes. He opened them, “Never mind. Just…be careful, alright. It’s a kid you’re handling you know. A kid of rich people.”
“Yep. No problemo,” Hoshi nodded as he stood up from his seat and ruffled the older one’s hair in goodbye. As soon as Hoshi was sure Joshua can’t see him, his shoulders sagged with his problems.
Hoshi effed up. In an effort to please his mother, he took Economics in the community college. No, he didn’t like Economics. Who likes numbers and inflation and deflation anyway? All he could think of was the balloon and that sad wheeze it gives when it deflates. And now, she thinks he’s looking for a job in the city. Nope. Nope nope nope. No can do. Hoshi didn’t want to end up in a cubicle, forever thinking about balloons.
He wanted to dance. He wanted to listen to the music and let the beat synchronise with his body. He wanted to raise his hands in the air. He wanted to jump. Dance dance dance. He wanted so so much.
But he was stuck in the city, about to babysit a probably stuck-up kid while he lied to his mother.
As soon as the elevator to the family’s penthouse dinged, the woman in front of him shoved a pink bag in his arms. She beckoned him to enter the spacious room while she ran back and forth the room.
“You are Hoshi, am I right?” she called from a room while Hoshi awkwardly stood in the middle of the living room. Hoshi nodded his head but then remembered she wasn’t there, “Yes, Mrs…”
“Mrs. Kim,” the woman returned in front of Hoshi, heavily breathing. A little girl followed Mrs. Kim and sat on one of the sofas, her arms crossed. “And that’s my daughter, Chae-young. Honey, say hi.”
For a moment, Hoshi thought the mother was talking to him because the kid just stared at him.
“Chaeyoung,” Mrs. Kim warned. Chaeyoung rolled her eyes and huffed, “Hello, Hoshi.”
Mrs. Kim was satisfied and she left Hoshi standing there as she went to find her heels. Hoshi shifted, being scrutinised by Chae-young. Hoshi gulped.
“You’re the one taking me to my class?”
“Y-yeah,” Hoshi was always good with kids. He didn’t know why he felt particularly
scared nervous with this one.
“You know Y/N’s studio?” the kid said. Hoshi shook his head. He wasn’t often in Gangnam District. The little girl nodded, “Of course.”
Hoshi wanted to choke her.
Mrs. Kim appeared again and guided the two out of the penthouse while she talked to Hoshi about Chae-young’s activities for the day and where Y/N’s Studio is. Everything went so fast that it was only him and Chaeyoung in front of the building.
Both of them walked while Y/N’s Studio was repeated over and over in his mind. Chaeyoung threw insults every now and then making Hoshi want to strangle her more. They stopped at the studio. Hoshi realised it was a dance studio. He stood there, jaws hanging.
“Come on, we’re going to be late,” the girl pulled his hand and they entered the studio. Hoshi had never been so breathless before (except for the time when his friend Woozi’s dog chased him around town). The studio was wide and spacious and bright lights hung above, mirrors surrounded him. It was so beautiful.
Hoshi turned around and placed a hand on the wall next to him. He fell. Along with many hangers and clothes rack. Stupid, it isn’t a wall. Hoshi heard Chaeyoung snicker.
“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Hoshi turned to see you. The bright lights made it seem like you were an angel with your loose shirt and leggings. Hoshi could only say something like unghhh.
You giggled. The other kids followed. Hoshi liked your giggle. You put your hand in front of him, “Come on, let me help you.” Hoshi took your hand.
He sat back, watching you teach the little kids to dance. Watching your body sway to the music. He also felt proud when Chaeyoung got the routine right, cheering for her. Chaeyoung relished the cheer she had always heard other kids receive from their parents. Her parents never saw her dance.
“Thanks,” Chaeyoung said, after the final dance recital. Hoshi was surprised. They usually bickered after the class. Chaeyoung must be on to something. Chaeyoung noticed this, “No, I’m serious. Thank you, Hoshi-oppa. For watching after me. For being there when my parents are going to be late. For watching Barbie with me.”
A grin spread through Hoshi’s face, “Wow, it’s fine, Chae-young. I honestly enjoyed it.”
“Really?” Chaeyoung looked at Hoshi. There was a big fat tear on her face. They stopped walking. Hoshi knelt down in front of her, his hands cupping her face.
“Of course, Chaeyoung-ie. Why are you crying?” Hoshi said. The little girl lurched forward, wrapping her small arms around Hoshi’s neck and burying her face in the crook of it. Hoshi protectively wrapped his arms around her, ignoring the people giving them a second glance.
“I just…I think Mommy and Daddy don’t enjoy me, you know?” the girl said, more tears flowed out of her delicate features. “They’re always away. And whenever they’re with me, they’re either not talking or fighting. And then, I sometimes happen to hear them. Chaeyoung this, Chaeyoung that. I think they’re fighting because of me, Hoshi. I’m making them angry.” Hoshi’s eyes widened at hearing a little girl say that. Chaeyoung sobbed, “Now, they’re sending me off to New York. They don’t even live there. I don’t know anyone there. I don’t want to go there. I want to stay here with you, Hosh.”
She sobbed more as Hoshi took in her words. He couldn’t believe her parents would fight with her inside the house. He was outraged by the fact that they actually neglect their daughter then send her off to a foreign country. He rubbed Chae-young’s back slowly, humming in her ear.
“Chaeyoung, you have to go, you know? You have to be brave and go there. Your parents aren’t mad at you. They’re just…It’s their way of caring for you. They want you to have the things they had when they were young. They want you to sit back and enjoy. We’re kind of the same,” Chaeyoung peered over his eyes when she heard the latter sentence. “My mother wanted me to study this um…certain thing at college and I did it even if I didn’t want to. I knew she wanted a better future for me, you know. But here I am, lying to her.
“Still, I’m enjoying this, Chae-young. I enjoy waking up at 6:30 because your language class is at 7. I enjoy listening to your boring Math teacher drone on and on about…well, Math. I enjoy listening to you try to sing.” she gave a weak laugh at this and smacked his chest. “I enjoy enduring too-sweet strawberry ice creams with you. I enjoy watching you dance. I enjoy bickering with you. I enjoy it. I enjoy our chaotic…topsy turvy relationship, Chae-young. You’re already like my sister. And I don’t want you to go away too. I’ll miss you. I’ll worry about you. But it’s life, you know. When you get older, you’ll understand. For now, you need to understand that you are loved and treasured.”
She pulled back and looked at Hoshi. She looked at the misty eyes of her ‘brother’ and knew at once that it was genuine. She really is loved and treasured. No matter how topsy-turvy she is.
“Promise you’ll call?” she croaked out, her voice hoarse. Hoshi nodded and kissed her forehead. He turned around and patted his shoulder.
“Piggy-back ride?” he grinned to himself and felt Chaeyoung earnestly nod as she climbed on his back. Her warmth making Hoshi tear up a little. After a while of silent walking and staring around Gangnam, Chaeyoung leaned forward and whispered, “I know you like Teacher Y/N. I think it slipped from my lips, though.”
Hoshi’s eyes widen and Chayoung giggled, “You brat!”