Without energy, Kris walked into the park at the corner of Seoul. He was too lazy to do anything.

How wasn’t he? Piles of assignments to do from his lecturers that day—ah, just forget it. Remembering those just made Kris throwing up. Even, to simply go back to his dormitory, he wasn’t willing to do that. Back to that small room would just remind him about the assignments.

No. Kris did not want to hurry back there. Not now.                       

Kris chose a bench to take a nap. Putting his black bag aside, he lied down. He closed his eyes. He wanted to forget everything for awhile.

Just about to take off into the dream world, Kris felt something touching his cheeks. Mm—well, actually not really touching—but, it kept poking the part of his handsome face. Oh God—How could someone dare to do it? His cheeks were not mochi!

However, Kris chose to ignore it. Maybe if he ignored the annoying figure, the disturbance would stop. Well, actually, the young handsome man was just too lazy to open his eyes. Wasting time and energy! He would rather keep sleeping. Wouldn’t it be better?

At first, the disruption did not stop. However, perhaps because there was no response from the young man who slept like a log—Kris did not even move an inch—, it finally stopped.

Kris inwardly grinned. Well, it finally stopped, didn’t it? No need to bother himself to open his eyes or just to swear at the prankster, right?

However, Kris was wrong. Really wrong.

Not long after, ‘it’ moved to touch the other precious part of Kris’ handsome face.

Hey, hey, hey. Don’t think something weird! It was just Kris’ sharp nose—the precious part of his face which could not be disturbed!

Now, Kris realized that something pressing his breathing organ part was a small middle finger. It kept poking his precious nose as if it was the bell pressed by guests when they were visiting to their friends’ house.

Oh, damn it. He could not stand for it anymore— Kris began to feel irritated.

"Ting-tong, ting-tong!"

That voice—Did Kris hear it correctly? It sounded like a kid’s voice, right?

Eh? So, was he just a boy? A boy who dared to disturb his sleep?

Uh oh—A kid?!

Oh damn it-

Kris really hates kids.

Oh, it’s going to be annoying. Why did he have to deal with kids anyway?

Indeed, Kris hates them. They are Kris’ mortal enemies.

How come?

Well, Kris wasn’t sure about it. However, he knew exactly that kids always hate him. Surprisingly, even though they hate him, they always try to disturb him. Funny, right?

Kris knew that he’s really handsome and idolized by everyone—especially girls. However, Kris realized that he had more antis than fans. Kids were his number one antis. Numero uno.

Kris had thought the reason why kids might hate him because of his coolness—sometimes it seemed hostile and creepy. It might be the first impression when people saw his angry-bird-like-face. But, God—Having the face like what Kris has was not his fault, right? Poor Kris.

After finding the disturber was his number one antis, Kris wanted to ignore him more. If he responded to the little boy, he believed he would be more annoyed and stressed. So, Kris pretended to not feel disturbed—letting the boy bored and gave up later. And then, just leaving him alone. Kris just needed to be a little patient. A bit more. In fact, Kris was never patient enough to wait.

Kris held the patience quite well, until a chewy object touched his lips. Fast. As fast as lightning strike.

Chu~~

Behind his closed eyes, Kris realized that he had just been kissed.

Oh, !

Being kissed?

Impossible! Kris could not stand for it longer—It was the harassment towards him!

The little boy was too much! He needed to be beaten! How did he dare touching—kissing—the most sacred part of his face? Oh God! Don’t blame Kris for not being able to hold his anger this time—even though it was just a little boy he faced! Kris would never forgive him! Never!

Immediately, Kris got up from the bench and opened his eyes widely. He already prepared to spout words of lectures on the boy who dared making him annoyed.

However, the talks filling his head stuck in his throat and disappeared in glance. Kris could not say anything. He was too fascinated by the boy with puppy eyes.  The boy was about five or six years—it was just Kris’ assumption. He was very cute. Too cute, in fact.

The imagination about how the little boy’s face when he grows up came by. Uh-oh, it must be really interesting.

The little boy just blinked his eyes—showing his super innocent face—making Kris wanted to take his back to the dorm and put him on the desk.

“Ya! You, little boy—Who are you? Why did you disturb my sleep?” Kris asked probingly.

The boy grinned—showing a neat row of small white teeth. “Park Chanyeol imnida, Ahjussi. Ah, I didn’t disturb Ahjussi.  I just wanted to awake Ahjussi. I wanted to prove whether the fairy tales told by Eomma were real or not,” he replied innocently.

Kris just frowned. Fairy tales? “What do you mean, little boy? What fairy tales? Wait a minute—Ahjussi?!” Kris shouted. Apparently, he just realized that he was called Ahjussi. Old man.

“Eomma always tell a story about sleeping beauty who will be awoken by a prince. So, because Ahjussi was sleeping here, I think Ahjussi was a sleeping beauty. I’m happy for knowing the fairy tale Eomma told really existed. So, to prove it, I tried to awake Ahjussi by touching Ahjussi’s face, but Ahjussi didn’t wake up. So, I think by kissing Ahjussi's lips like in the fairy tale, Ahjussi would wake up. At last, I know that the fairy tale turns to be true!”

Kris could not hide his surprise. How did the little boy think like that?

And hey-Kris was not a sleeping beauty! He was too handsome to be a princess! The little boy was too much. It was an insult!

"Listen, boy. Mm-what's your name again? Er-Yes, Chanyeol. I'm handsome—so it is impossible for me turning to be a princess. And, kissing me without permission—It was an insult, kid! It was unforgivable.”

Chanyeol just puffed his cheeks. "But, Ahjussi was sleeping like in the fairy tale! And no one said that it should be a beautiful princess. It could be a handsome prince who fell asleep, right?!" Chanyeol kept insisting his belief.

Kris sighed heavily. Damn it all. The boy was good enough for replying his argument. Kris was sure that Chanyeol would be a good talker when he grew up. Kris could not win this debate. He would never win over that little boy!

Suddenly, a thought flashed in the Chinese-Canadian student’s head. He grinned. “Hey, Chanyeol. I won’t forgive you for what you did to me. Yes, you had insulted me and I couldn’t accept that. But, I might forgive you with some conditions.”

Chanyeol just cocked his head.

'-This boy is too cute and innocent,' Kris thought.

Kris’ mind was distracted because of Chanyeol's cuteness. However, he shook his head—trying to put aside the temptation thought. After coming back to his common sense, Kris said. “Park Chanyeol, I will forgive you if you grow up quickly and become a good man.”

"I just need to do that, Ahjussi?” Chanyeol asked innocently.

"I haven’t finished yet, boy! When you grow up, you have to pay for your mistakes today. You should be mine. And certainly, prepare yourself to be my ‘delicious meal’!” Kris moistened the lips with his long tongue—indicating that he was hungry.

Seeing that, Chanyeol was in fear. Immediately, he ran away—leaving Kris who could just laugh. “Eomma! There’s a dragon who wants to eat me!” Chanyeol shouted as he scuttled.

Apparently, Chanyeol did not awake a handsome prince, but he just awoken a nasty dragon—the ert dragon who is ready to eat him when he grows up.

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THE END

Note: Actually, I have no confidence to write this story in English. However, I tried to translate this fic because some peole asked me to do that. So, I'm sorry for bad English (the word choices and the grammar) and for this absurd story. Hope you can enjoy reading this.