Like Father Like Son (Kris/Lay/kid Chen)
EXO Chen One-shot Collection
I'm on a roll here xD
For a prompt on exopromptmeme here
Title: Like Father Like Son
Characters: Chen, Kris, Lay
Warning: fem!Lay, kid!Chen
Pairing: Kris/Lay
Genre: domestic fluff, humor
"Mummy mummy look at this!"
Yixing cringes. She knows that tone in her son's voice - that eager, bubbling excitement of showing her his latest discovery.
And more often than not, that discovery comes in the form of imitating his daddy's everyday habits.
Much to her disgust.
-
Yixing puts a hand over her husband's arm.
"Fan... You've got to do something about this."
Yifan yawns sluggishly and drapes his arm around Yixing with a lazy smile. "About what, Xing?"
"About our son's obsession with imitating every single behaviour of yours."
Yifan snorts and plants a sloppy kiss on her ear, earning a smack on his chest.
"I'm serious, Fan ah!!"
"But isn't it cute???" He smiles fondly as he fingers the picture of their cute little son stuck on the fridge door. "Like daddy like baby..."
Yixing rolls her eyes.
"Jongdae thinks it's cool to slouch on the sofa and prop his legs in the table and chew gum while watching football on the TV!!"
Yifan bursts into peals of laughter. "Our baby's legs aren't even long enough to reach the table from the sofa..."
"Precisely!!" Yixing face-palms, and pulls Yifan's arm off her shoulder, spinning him around to face her squarely.
"Have you seen what he did to our sitting room, Fan ah?"
A look of surprise flashes through Yifan's face, and he pulls back to lean over the island, peering around the pillar to look at the sitting room. To his amusement, the sofa and coffee table are now so close, they are almost kissing.
Yifan opens his mouth to laugh, but freezes when he catches sight of Yixing's furious look. He sighs and wraps her in his arms, tucking his chin close to the curve of her neck.
"Alright dear, I'll go talk to him, okay?"
Yixing sighs and hugs him back. "Jongdae is three and a half, Fan ah. You think talking to him will work?"
"So what should I do, princess?" His voice muffles into his shoulder.
Yixing bites back a giggle as his breath tickles his neck. "You show him the right thing."
"Show him?" He echoes.
"You have to go on your best behaviour. For the whole of next week, and maybe longer. Until Jongdae learns the right things."
Yifan pulls away with an exasperated look. "But Xing ah..."
"No buts, that is final." Yixing squishes Yifan's cheeks together and kisses him on the lips, before turning to head back to their room.
"Unless you want our baby to grow up thinking his daddy is a scruffy couch potato with a nonexistent backbone and the behaviour of a teenage delinquent?"
Yifan makes a face behind her back. "I don't act like a delinquent..." He blinks and swallows, muttering under his breath, "... Actually maybe I do...."
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The next day is Saturday. Saturdays in the Wu household are usually spent relaxing together on the bed for extra-long morning cuddles, before Yixing crawls out of bed reluctantly to prepare lunch while Yifan and Jongdae have their "male bonding time".
That day, Yixing is slightly apprehensive about leaving Yifan alone with Jongdae. Yifan catches her staring at them, and he waves her away with a reassuring smile.
"I promise I'll be good." He winks, and she scrunches her nose at him, turning to leave the bedroom.
Jongdae looks up at him, eyes crusty with sleep, cheeks puffy and too adorable for Yifan to handle. He pinches his cheeks and coos, "Jongdaeeeeee...."
"Are you a big bad wolf?" He asks with a tilt of his head.
"What makes you think so?" Yifan cuddles his son, pressing the fluffy cheeks against his own.
"You said you'll be good to Mummy. Means you were bad. Big bad wolf."
Yifan chuckles and tightens his arms around the small body. "Maybe... I am a big bad wolf disguised as daddy!"
Jongdae gasps and tries to wriggle out of his grasp, but Yifan just hugs tighter, causing Jongdae to shriek and yell in-between giggles. "Let me go big bad wolf!! I'll huff and puff and blow your house down!!"
Yifan pulls away and leaps off the bed with a single fluid motion, beckoning his fingers towards the toddler with a cheeky grin. "Come get the big bad wolf!!"
Jongdae squeals and clambers off the bed, short legs swinging precariously off the bed before he squeezed his eyes shut and hops off, heels bouncing on the floor and hurrying after his father.
"Blow your house down!! Huff and puff and huff and..." Jongdae is muttering incoherently to himself as he throws himself in Yifan's direction. Yifan takes off into the corridor and into the sitting room, dodging Jongdae as his short but rapidly-pumping legs follows him closely behind.
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Yixing pops out of the kitchen to discover a giant mess on the living room floor. In an attempt to escape from his surprisingly fast and energetic son, Yifan has flung several cushions and magazines on the ground, and is currently hiding behind a standing lamp with little Jongdae approaching him with a tennis racquet.
Yixing screams.
"YIFANNNNNNN!!!!"
Jongdae startles and drops the racquet, turning to stare at his mother in utmost surprise. Yifan sheepishly emerges from his hiding spot and swoops Jongdae off the floor, trying to hide the little bundle of mischief from his mother's piercing glare.
Actually, he feels that he might be the bigger bundle of mischief.
Yixing sighs and looks like she wants to throttle him to his deathbed. "You promised you'd be good..."
Yifan groans inwardly at his blunder. He can't run away. "Yeah, I did." He admits, and Jongdae whispers "big bad wolf!" at him.
Yifan whispers back "little bad wolf!" and Jongdae giggles.
"No TV for both of you!!" Yixing declares, walking over to the television in a huff and unplugging the cable, pocketing one of the wires.
"Awwww...." Yifan and Jongdae whines in unison, with matching faces of despair.
Yixing wonders why her husband and child can be so similar. Like Jongdae was a living, breathing carbon copy of her husband. And not in a good way. She massages her temples and walks straight back into the kitchen, ignoring the two crestfallen faces in the middle of the sitting room.
-
After lunch, Jongdae sulks to himself because he wants to watch his favourite cartoon show but the TV is out of bounds.
"I'm going to bed!" He announces, and pads into his parent's room. It is a bit early for his afternoon nap, but Jongdae doesn't really feel in the mood to play with his toys.
He flops onto the bed, buries himself under the blankets and closes his eyes.
-
"I'm sorry..."
Yifan follows Yixing around the kitchen like a lovesick puppy as she cleans up, catching every opportunity he can to press his cheek on a smooth surface and stare at her with those really large sad adorable eyes.
She caves finally, and traps Yifan to the wall beside the fridge, pressing her lips to his neck. Yifan sighs into her embrace.
"Fan ah... You're not trying." She reasons.
"I am!!" Yifan protests weakly, and Yixing rolls her eyes.
"You're trying as hard as Jongdae is trying to be cute."
"But he isn't trying..."
"That's the point."
Yifan makes a strangled noise and switches their positions such that Yixing is now pressed to the wall. "Xing ah..." He leans his forehead against hers.
Yixing fights to contain her smile. "And don't try to seduce me to give back the wire because I won't."
Yifan chuckles. There is a cheeky glint in his eye. "I don't really have to."
Yifan pulls out the neatly-folded wire from his pocket with a grin. Yixing gasps in shock and tries to snatch it away, but Yifan is faster, catching hold of her and pulling her into a dizzying kiss.
When he pulls away, Yixing is weak in the knees and seems to have completely forgotten about the wire he stole from her pocket earlier. He cups her face gently and whispers, "I love you babe." Then he leans in to peck her nose and nuzzle her cheek.
Yixing whines softly in defeat. "Fine, you win..." She nuzzles back. "But if you misbehave again I'll cut the wire!!"
Yifan turns pale and Yixing just grins.
-
Later after dinner, Yifan goes out to buy some groceries for Yixing, while she stays at home with Jongdae to teach him how to write.
"You're mixing up the 'k' and the 'n' character again, Jongdae ah." Yixing takes the paper away from him and corrects all the mistakes for him.
Jongdae makes an adorable high-pitched kitty mewl, kicking his legs from the chair. "I don't like writing." He laments.
"Don't swing your legs." She reminds him automatically. Jongdae pouts and tucks his knees under his chin.
Suddenly Jongdae sits up straight and turns to Yixing with a toothy smile. "Mummy watch this!!"
A dreadful feeling coursed through her body as those ever-familiar words left her son's mouth. Oh no, what is it this time?
Jongdae jumps onto her lap, much to her surprise. He kneels on her thighs, coming up face to face with her just right.
"Jongdae?" She watches him with alarm.
Jongdae reaches his palms up to her face and splats them on her cheeks. "I love youuuu," he whispers in a low voice, kissing her messily on the nose and sticking his face to the side of her cheekbones.
Yixing feels a warmth spread from his chest and fill her up contentedly. Jongdae wriggles and pulls away with a cheesy grin, but she pulls him straight back into her arms, cuddling him tight.
"I love you too," she whispers back, and Jongdae sighs happily, probably glad to escape writing for just a little longer. But Yixing couldn't bear to sit this bundle of cuteness back onto his chair and begin another arduous session of differentiating hangul characters.
Maybe she is just a tad relieved that Jongdae likes to follow his daddy sometimes. Because it really doesn't hurt to have another overflowingly cute, sappy and romantic person in the house. Even if it's her little three year old son.
"You suppose to say YOU WIN!!" Jongdae cackles, and Yixing rolls her eyes, jabbing his sides and causing him to squeal and roll about on her lap in laughter.
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Yifan returns home the next moment, and Jongdae clambers off her lap, launching himself on his father with enthusiasm. "DADDY IS HOME!!!"
Yifan picks him up and laughs. "Hey you're supposed to be having writing lessons!!" But Jongdae sticks his face into his neck and plays dead. Yixing couldn't even keep a straight face any longer, and she doubles over with laughter.
Never mind, writing lessons can wait. Cuddles comes first, always, in the Wu household.
Merry Xmas everyone!!!!! :D
*pops confetti* whee~
Edit: found this kid!chen and daddy!kris on tumblr. TOO CUTE!!!!!
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