The Angel's Lover (Super Junior: Leeteuk)

Welcome To The Family

~Jinmee's P.O.V~

"We have now landed at Incheon International Airport. Please make sure to grab all carry-on bags and exit the plane in a safe and orderly fashion. Thank you for flying with our airline,"

With a relieved sigh, I stood from my seat, quickly grabbing all my bags along with my son's hand, before hurriedly exiting the plane. I really didn't want to be stuck in this metal contraption any longer with the overly zealous attendants that gave certain passengers (one of which being me) the stink eye whenever they happened to pass by them and my oh-so-wonderful seatmates (also known as Mrs. Motor Mouth and Mr. Toots). I was more tired from the two-hour flight than I should have been, and all I wanted to do now was find a bed and pass out. 

Once we made it through the horde of people also rushing to get away from this forsaken building, we stopped by the nearly empty baggage claim to grab the two suitcases we brought on our trip and high-tailed it to the entrance, where my brother was supposed to pick us up and take us away. 

Only, he wasn't there at all, no creepy-looking black van that he'd described nestled among the many other vehicles waiting for their persons to hop in a drive off to their next destination. 

Heaving a deep sigh filled with part irritation and part disappointment, I made my way back into the airport and quickly located a place for us to sit while we waited for our ride, placing my little companion on my lap to clear up a space for an elderly lady, who also seemed to be waiting for someone to give her a ride. 

I paid no mind to her presence and turned my son so that he was facing me instead of the people drinking iced coffees in the Starbucks cafe across from us. He looked a little confused at the gesture but quickly shook the look away when I spoke. 

"Donghae-yah, are you hungry? Should we go get something to eat before we leave?" I asked, rubbing off what appeared to be a dried line of drool from under his pouty lips. .

He looked up at me and promptly shook his head.

"I'm fine, eomma. I can wait until we get to our new home," he answered with a warm smile.

"Are you sure? I can go get you some bread or something from the convenience store," 

"It's okay. I don't want you to spend any money, when you don't need to. I'm a big boy now. I can wait," 

His words brought a few tears to my eyes. Being a big boy didn't mean hiding hunger for the sake of saving a few pennies. I honestly don't know what I did to end up with him as a son and can't help but imagine what his life what be like if he were born to parents that weren't me and his disconnected father. 

And if it wasn't already obvious, money is a bit tight at the moment. I'd been replaced with a machine at my last job and had been laid off (the polite way of saying you're fired) and hadn't been able to find another to bring in the funds needed to survive in Seoul. To add on to the list of troubles, our ancient, crumbly apartment building (where the only real occupants were us and an elderly couple that lived a few floors down) was to be demolished pretty soon to make room for some swanky new cafes that weren't really needed, leaving us with really no place to go. One would suggest I just phone a friend and ask for their living room couch for a few days until I found someplace new, but I had no friends and hadn't had any since I came back home battered and with a child no one but my family knew the father of. 

It's because of this that I'm in my current predicament, stuck in an airport with a hungry child while waiting for the brother that was already supposed to be here to bring us to our "new home" - or the dorm we'd be staying in with way too many people until I managed to find a decent job with decent income and live on my own again.