15^th February, 2010

Wu-Park Residence

Morning, living room

A clear distress coloured Kris Wu’s facial expression. He watched as the person he embraced a moment ago was now miles away from him. He wanted to approach the boy – he did many times before – but his wife shot him some tearful glares and he stopped and Kris being the awkward worrywart that he was silently stood by the edge of the long sofa the 17-year-old had planted himself onto.   

Park Chanyeol was bawling. Yes, bawling…

Bawling his eyes out and Kris felt extremely guilty. For one, he didn’t know what to do. Second, he was 99.9% sure he was the cause of the tears.

“Chanyeol-ah…”

“I hate you!!”

There. That was the evidence.

Maybe he should retrace what he did.

Think hard, Yi-Fan, think. What did you do?

A moment of frustration and he finally remembered.

Ah, I think I know why, he thought. The more he thought about it, the guiltier he felt. He just got home past midnight…around 3 from a dance practice; the one he got lots of scolding because he kept on messing the routine every time then he and Joonmyun was called for a meeting with Lee Soo-Man about them being selected as co-leaders. Then, he went back for the practice. Thank god their choreographer, George, was patient with him even if he did have a knack of yelling at every wrong move Kris did. He was finally satisfied when he got them all down around 2-ish. He was in SM practically the whole day, only going out for some food.

And he completely forgot. 

The day before was supposed to be a day off for them and he forgot all about the promise he made to Chanyeol.

A date. He forgot about their date!

“Let’s go out, baby. Just the two of us. A date. What do you say, Chanyeol-ah?”

“A-a date? When?”

“14^th…okay?”

A kiss.

“Okay!”

And a smile.

He woke up in the morning and went to find Chanyeol. He hugged him like he always did – always do – and Chanyeol snarled at him before stomping out of the kitchen into the living room finally crying his heart out after his initial anger.

“Chanyeol-ah…”

“GO AWAY!”

 “Baby, I-“

“Don’t ‘baby’ me, Kris Wu!” Chanyeol snapped at him. Chanyeol’s cracking voice stabbed his heart. He took a big step forward and silently sighed in relief when his still crying wife didn’t move to avoid him this time. Slowly kneeling in front of the younger, Kris’s chest was hit with the pillow.

“I. waited. the. WHOLE. DAY. For. You!” with every word stressed on, Chanyeol hit Kris’s body and the taller one let him.

“I’m sorry…”

“Where were you!?”

“I’m sorry…”

“You promised me!”

“I’m sorry…”

“God, these hormones are killing me,” Chanyeol sniffed as he rolled his eyes, trying to keep his next bout of tears at bay. He exhaled and felt a lot calmer. All the hitting released all his pent-up frustration. Kris explained slowly and his voice was sometimes muffled. Chanyeol stared at the elder as he processed Kris’s words.

He roughly wiped the drying tear tracks down his cheeks and sniffed again.

“Gosh, I’m acting like a girl,” he murmured and he saw a hint of a smile on his husband’s face. He didn’t know why he was so emotional about this one. Maybe it was because his period just ended.

But it was supposed to be their date! Their first date! And the Valentine’s Day was the hard-to-come-by chance he got. He hit Kris again – harder than before – and smirked when he saw Kris cringed as he rubbed his sore shoulder. Chanyeol’s face fell.

“I’m sorry,” Chanyeol whispered to his ‘punching bag’. Now he felt sorry.

“I’m sorry too,” Kris looked up and softly stared at Chanyeol’s rosy face. He took the younger’s hands in his and kissed each fingers. Chanyeol felt touched. He married a perfect man for him and these were all he ever wanted – affection and…love. There was no more of those initial blushes and awkwardness when they wanted to be intimate.

“I’m really sorry, Yeollie-ah. I didn’t mean to,” Kris said again and gently pulled the pillow Chanyeol used to hit him off the 17-year-old’s lap. He felt Chanyeol’s slender finger on his jaw and he looked up again.

“I forgive you,” Chanyeol said before pulling the Canadian’s face for a kiss. Kris returned it and deepened the lip lock. He bit Chanyeol’s plump lower lip and his wife moaned before slightly opening his mouth. Kris’s tongue took the opportunity to enter the warm cavern and mapped everything he could taste. Chanyeol moaned again, breathless. Kris slowly pushed the younger down into a lying position with him on top, never breaking the kiss. He manoeuvred his body in between Chanyeol’s slim legs.

Feeling almost out of breath, Kris moved his lips down to Chanyeol’s long and creamy neck and he pulled Chanyeol’s white oversized shirt as he hungrily kissed the exposed skin all the while listening to Chanyeol’s ragged breathing and feeling his long fingers in his hair.

“Yi-Fan…”

Kris bit Chanyeol’s skin – just above his collarbone - and on it. Chanyeol let out a soft moan and his hands moved to Kris’s neck. Kris continued to attack Chanyeol’s neck and stopped near his spouse’s red lips. He looked up and admired his work and smirked in satisfaction as he eyed the reddening spots on Chanyeol’s shoulder and neck.

“Hyung…”

This was as far as they’ve done and Kris knew even if Chanyeol was letting Kris touched his body, the boy was still afraid to take any step further. He hadn’t even said he loved Chanyeol yet. He wanted their first time to be special – not on the living room’s couch.  

Kris shifted his gaze to Chanyeol’s clouded ones. He bowed his head and Chanyeol’s thin arm wound around his neck.

Now was a time as perfect as any other.

He whispered huskily.

“I love you…I…really love you, Park Chanyeol. Will you go out on a date with me…today?”

Kris felt dread in his gut when he felt Chanyeol’s body stiffened. He felt Chanyeol’s arm slowly sliding to his shoulders and gripped them. The silence was too much for Kris. He didn’t lift his head instead he buried it into the crook of his spouse’s neck – resigning to a possible rejection.

A light giggle made Kris’s eyes snapped open.

“That tickles, hyung…”

“Huh?” Kris watched Chanyeol’s serene face blushed.

Chanyeol cupped his husband’s handsome face and raised his body to give Kris a chaste but soulful kiss. The scared face Kris was wearing amused him.

Did he really think Chanyeol didn’t love him back?

“Took you long enough, you big oaf!” Chanyeol chuckled as he playfully hit Kris’s broad shoulder.

Slowly, a smile grew on Kris’s face as he widened his eyes. He let out a short chortle of disbelief.

“I love you too, you slow giant!” Chanyeol said. The familiar heat covered his neck and ears but the sincerity in his confession rang clear.

Kris, in his euphoric state, kissed the smaller one all over his face until finally settling his lips on Chanyeol’s defined collarbone…every single kiss was his show of gratitude.

“And of course I’ll go on a date with you,” Chanyeol whispered as he tangled his fingers in Kris’s black locks.

“Oh, let’s go to the amusement park, hyung!”

~~~

SM Building, Studio Room 12

“Great news, guys! No practice today. Soo-Man-sshi said it’s better for you guys to take a day off again. Yi-Fan won’t be coming because he’s meeting his parents and Chanyeol is attending a family ceremony of some sort. So you guys are off the hook! I’m sure you all are still feeling a bit lazy!” their manager, Dong-Man hollered into the studio room.

Their other manager-hyung, Chil-San followed with an eye smile. The 10 boys looked up to their managers and their faces lit up as if they won a lottery and the room was suddenly not so quiet anymore. Xiumin, Luhan and Yixing were holding each other’s hands while yelling a chorus of ‘lalalalala’. The 3 magnaes (and Baekhyun somehow was included) were jumping around in the studio hollering incoherent words and the managers were too happy to actually understand them. The other 3 were silently cheering. Jongdae was doing a small hand dance on his own.

“Calm down, guys. Don’t destroy the room. See you and take care~!” the 2 managers left them on their own accord. Hopefully, the newly appointed leader could control the rambunctious bunch.

“Hey, hey! Listen up!!” Joonmyun yelled over the noise. “Let’s go out and play, ALRIGHT??”

The noise actually simmered down once they heard the leader’s suggestion. Truly a kid at heart, Baekhyun instantly agreed.

“HYUUUUNG! Let’s go to the amusement park, oh!!? Pleeeease?? Let’s go to the Lotte World!!!” the magnae, Sehun pleaded. His accidental lisp that came out added to the aegyo effect he was pulling.

“Let’s go together, hyung!!??” Tao shyly but excitedly added. “I’ve never been to one here.” Tao’s sympathy attack.

“Come on, Joonmyun-ah! I’ve never been to one here too,” Luhan added while Yixing furiously nodded. The oldest Kim Minseok was smirking. All their eyes gleamed and it was scaring the Choi Siwon look-a-like a tiny bit.

Kyungsoo looked at Joonmyun and saw the hesitance on that handsome face. He slowly touched the older one’s arm and Joonmyun turned his head.

“Let’s all go, hyung?” Kyungsoo’s soft voice said. “It could be fun.”

A warm smile almost motherly was directed to the elder. And how could Kim Joonmyun refused such a beautiful face?

“All right, let’s all go!” Joonmyun yelled happily and the noise erupted again. Baekhyun was definitely pleased as he belted songs as they all went for the door.

Joonmyun sighed as Kyungsoo helped him to his feet. “Look at all these kids, Kyungie. They don’t even behave their age – look at Luhan and Minseok hyung. I bet they’re the ones who are more excited.”

Kyungsoo chuckled. “Let them be. After we debut, there won’t be any time for us to be like this. Let’s enjoy what we can do for now.”

“I guess you’re right, Kyungsoo. Let’s just enjoy for now!”

Do Kyungsoo laughed as Joonmyun slung his arm around his shoulders and went to follow the group with determination flaring in his eyes.

“To the Lotte World it is!”

~~~

Wu-Park Residence, Master Bedroom

“Errr…babe?”

“Yes?”

“Are you sure this is gonna work?”

“I’m sure it will!”

“If you say so…”

Kris openly stared as Chanyeol adjusted his clothes in front of their closet mirror – a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt – a very Chanyeol-like style…except it looked more feminine.  

“Why are you cross-dressing again?”

Park Chanyeol who was adjusting his long wig turned to face his worrying husband. Hands on his small hips, Chanyeol could really pull the girl reprimanding look and Kris was left breathless. His mouth felt dry as he trailed his gaze from Chanyeol’s clean face to the simple shirt that somehow when the material brushed against Chanyeol’s curves to the jeans hugging those delicious long legs. Chanyeol was pretty as a boy but now…his wife was even more beautiful. Kris’s mind suddenly shifted to…certain thoughts.

“Well, we don’t wanna get caught now, do we?” Chanyeol’s voice brought him back from his fantasy.

“But cross-dressing?”

“It’s one of the things I’m really good at!”

“Why do you even have…these in the first place?” Kris questioned, crossing his arms as he rested his back near the bookcase in front of the closet. Chanyeol turned back to brush his believable hair. His wife’s reflection scoffed.

“Technically speaking, hyung, I AM a girl. I can’t really go out as a guy buying my…my girl stuff! I can give you babies too, ya know,” Chanyeol said dismissively as he concentrated on untangling the knot on his hair.

Kris chuckled. He slowly approached Chanyeol’s tempting slender form and his arms rested on the younger’s waist. Kris looked at Chanyeol’s face through the mirror and the younger stared back.

“Do you wanna make them with me, baby?” Kris seductively said.

Chanyeol’s face instantly flushed. He turned around and hit his erted husband with the wooden brush.

“Ouch!”

“You’re so erted!” he said and went into the closet to retrieve his sling bag and mufflers. He knew if he stayed in the room, Kris would endlessly. Kris had finished dressing up for the day and thankfully the weather was not that cold. 11 degree Celsius; hmmh, good enough. Kris knew Chanyeol was excited.

“Besides hyung, we can hold hands in public if I’m a girl!” Chanyeol called from inside the walk-in closet.

Kris’s face changed for a second before he composed himself. He knew Korea’s law didn’t approve of same marriages and he was heartened with Chanyeol’s attempt to be with him in the public. His wife may not be physically strong but he had a will which wasn’t easily bent. A rustle alerted him. The 17-year-old Chanyeol was donned in a thick grey sweater and a matching beanie donned the happy virus’s head. Kris had to admit, Chanyeol’s style looked good in his eyes. Not too girly and not too sloppy. The patterned muffler went well with the fashion.   

Kris stretched his left arm towards his spouse and Chanyeol gladly took it. For a moment, Chanyeol ogled Kris’s big hand and felt proud knowing Kris was his when his smaller fingers brushed against Kris’s wedding band.

They walked hand in hand out of their house and decided to just take the bus to their destination. Just because they were both rich didn’t mean Kris liked driving around, he was still sometimes geographically misplaced.

Kris wore his glasses to hide from any familiar eyes and his black muffler covered his mouth. They were both wearing comfortable sneakers.  

“Hyung, this is our date, right?” Chanyeol whispered excitedly as they took their seats in the bus. “I can’t wait till we get there!”

“Of course,” Kris smirked. “Let’s have fun at Lotte World.”      

"Oh dear God"

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