♞ – type zero mission: fansign – ♞ [+8 Rapping, +8 notoriety] tw: assault/violence, swearing and family dispute
It was easy to spot him in the midst of screaming fans. A middle-aged something man had no business standing by the corner of a new idol fan sign unless they were up to something no good or a chaperon of one the many teen bodies bumping against each other. But there was something peculiar with this old man, evident in his dead stare towards Viggo.
Type Zero has just about finished their fan service and is permitted to take a break before they proceed on with the actual fan signing. Quickly sticking a gum between his lips to get rid of the nicotine jitters, Viggo makes his way towards the backstage of the venue. Nodding and smiling at their fans but mostly kept his head down till he reached their designated prep room.
The corridors leading up to said room is mostly deserted except for the few occasional staff members running around and making the changes on stage. Viggo clasps the shoulder of the security assigned to him, asking the man for a bit of privacy as he meanders towards the restrooms. Viggo tugs the collar of his shirt feeling a little suffocated with the current happenings. Preferring to deal with a nagging PD later in favour of a little breather.
In a blind spot, at the corner of the entrance between the men’s room and the corridor, Viggo’s body is harshly tagged towards a corner and pressed against the cold wall. Instantly, Viggo’s hands come up in order to protect his body and was ready to hit his assaulter.
“Wait- please, wait.”
Viggo gasped as he stared at the man he noticed earlier, only this clearer view of his assaulter has him blinking rapidly. A chill runs down his spin as Viggo realises he was staring at who seems to be an older version of himself. “Who the fuck are you?” Naturally voicing his concern in English, shocked mind completely forgetting to function in the right etiquette or language.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry.” The man sobs out, mumbling in Korean as he tries to cradle Viggo’s face. But the younger’s returned reflexes has Viggo slapping the man’s hand away. “I just needed to talk to you, at once. I didn’t- don’t be scared. It’s me your father.”
Logically he knew with resemblance alone that he was related to the sobbing fellow. But to actually hear it said aloud, has his very soul leaving his body. Instantly so many things occur, even though he remains physically frozen. Everything Viggo dreamt of doing at this moment instantly flying out of the venue as all he can do is stare at the hysterical man.
“Sorry, please, I had no choice- your mother passed away after giving birth to you and I couldn’t I didn’t know what to do, please my son-“
My son, that has him snapping out of revere. Viggo violently rips the old man’s hands away from his person. Forcefully pushing him away enough to have his hysterical body slam against the other wall. In a distance, Viggo could already hear the yells and stomping feet coming their way. “I’m not your son, you delusional old fuck. Stay the hell away from me!”
He didn’t have to physically shove the man away as a set of security already has a grip on Viggo and is pushing him towards the worried Legacy staff members while his estranged father is being silenced and escorted outside the building. Far away from the innocent crowd getting organised to meet with Type Zero.
He was taken to another room by their manager, the one next to where he knows his members were waiting and probably heard the commotion from outside. “Fuck,” he curses out as he flops down against a wall, tears streaming down his face. This is their last week of promotions, literally the last thing he needed. The last thing the whole group needed.
A hand urges him to stand up, quickly a set of tissue and sponges wipes the tears and blotches out of his face. “Keep it together, Park. Just a few hours and I promise I’ll take you out of here myself. Focus on your achievements and don’t let some crazy man ruin this moment for you.” The solid and calm voice of their PD echoes through his subconscious mind, as hands fly to make sure his appearance remained pristine and presentable to be out in public again.
“Hey Park,” he feels someone patting on his cheeks lightly, “Viggo come on, buddy. Breath. You can do this.” Looking down at their manager, he feels himself slowly nodding. He doesn’t fully remember settling into his own skin but he comes back to his senses enough to act like a functioning human.
In no time, the fan sign has only been delayed for five minutes, before Type Zero is back on stage. There was something stiff about his own approach and he could feel the worries glances off his members. Once they sat down, Viggo tries to act as naturally as he can- smiling and joking around with their fans. As though nothing has happened backstage. Except if someone were to ask him what happened during the actual fan signing, Viggo would honestly respond with an “I don’t remember. I honestly don’t know."
