Type: Fluff and a tiny bit of angst

Pairing: KrisHo

Just after the sun had set, Kris had wondered onto the patio of his penthouse, savoring the light breeze and the smell of the night air. Kris had always loved the night; he loved the cool air and the sounds of the city as darkness descended over it. When the world was dark, Kris didn’t feel like he was missing much. His world was always dark, but at night he was just one of many creatures who had to rely on his other sense to get by.

Kris had not been born blind, but has lost his sight in his youth. For a long time, he had resented his body, his useless eyes. He had hated the world that had conspired against him, taking away something as important as his vision. It took years of therapy and the support of his friends and family before he learned to embrace the change in his life. That was when Kris fell in love with the night; it was also the time that he started writing bedtime stories for children and novels for young adults.

Now, over a decade later, he was a renowned author, having sold millions of books that had been translated into over a dozen languages. It was the success of his most recent children’s book, Cubby’s Way Home, that lead to Kris hosting a book signing earlier that day. He had attended dozens of these events over the course of his career, but this time it had been different.

Kris had sat behind a table in the center of a bookstore, the sounds of many hushed adult voices and the shrill voices of children alerting him to the fact that this was one of the largest book signing that they had hosted thus far. He had signed dozens of books already, but his agent informed him that the line wound through the store and wrapped around the block. Many of the people who had spoken to him thus far had been parents whose children adored Cubby’s story, but a few young adults and aspiring writers had come to praise his YA novels.

Regardless of why they had come, Kris loved meeting the people who cared enough about what he wrote to buy and read the book, then attend the book signing; it was the sign of a committed fan. It was in situations like this, surrounded by his readers, that Kris thrived. It gave him the motivation that he needed to keep writing.

The only thing that he would change about the experience were the comments people made about his visual impairment. He didn’t want to be known as “The Blind Author” and he didn’t hold these signings to be on the receiving end of others’ pity. He just wanted to talk about his books, about being and author, because that is who he was; he just so happened to be blind too.

The next person was directed to the table and Kris heard quiet whispers until the soft voice of a child reached him.

“Hello, Mr. Wu,” the girl said, her voice shy and uncertain.

Kris smiled and leaned forward. “Good afternoon. Who might you be?”

There was some shuffling and a quiet chuckle from a man, a chuckle that drew Kris’s attention.

“My name is Kim Sooyoung. I am five years old.”

“Ah,” Kris hummed. “It is nice to meet you, Sooyoung.”

There was a moment of silence before a new voice, perhaps the most beautiful and iest voice that Kris had ever heard, spoke. “She loves your books. I can’t get her to go to sleep at night until I have read two or three of your books to her. Cubby’s Way Home has become her favorite.”

“I see,” Kris responded with a soft smile. “Then you are her father, correct?”

“Oh! I didn’t introduce myself. Forgive me. I am Kim Joonmyeon, Sooyoung’s father.”

“It is nice to meet you, Mr. Kim,” Kris said before turning his attention back to the little girl. “I’m glad that you like Cubby so much, Sooyoung. Would you like it if I wrote another book about him?”

There was a very excited squeak and more shuffling before Sooyoung spoke again, her voice sounding much closer than before. “Yes, please!” Her excitement was nearly palpable. “But Cubby already found his new home with his new mommy and daddy. What would he do in his next book?”

Kris chuckled and titled his head in amusement. “Well,” he lowered his voice to a stage whisper conspiratorially, “now that Cubby has a family, maybe he needs to make some new friends?”

There was another squeal of delight.

“Who will they be?”

“I think you will have to wait to find out,” Kris chuckled.

“But why?”

Kris could almost picture the pout behind those words.

“Sooyoung,” Joonmyeon chastised, “Mr. Wu can’t tell you all of the secrets about his next book.”

“But Daddy…”

Kris chuckled, finding the family’s antics endearing, but then his agent stepped forward to tell them that it was time to move on to the next guest. As Kris signed the book and waved goodbye to Joonmyeon and Sooyoung, he found himself wishing that they could have spent a little more time together.

The rest of the signing passed with little worth noting. By the end, when the last book had been signed, Kris was left feeling tired but fulfilled.

The store owner was having a conversation with Kris’s agent who was also his ride home, when he heard that voice again.

“Mr. Wu?”

“Mr. Kim!” Kris’s surprise must have been evident because he heard a soft chuckle and an amused giggle. “Sooyoung is here too.”

“Yes, Mr. Wu,” Sooyoung replied and Kris could practically hear her smiling.

Before Kris could say anything else, he heard the tell-tale click of his agent’s heels on the tiled floor.

“We’re sorry, but the signing is over. You will have to leave now,” she told them, her voice friendly, yet leaving little room for argument.

Both Kris and Joonmyeon spoke at the same time, the former to assure that it was fine and the latter to apologize.

“We can’t leave yet,” Sooyung interjected, “Daddy has to ask Mr. Wu if he will go-”

“Sooyoung!”

“On a date with him.”

Kris’s mouth fell open and his eyebrows rose, the perfect picture of surprise. He could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks, tinting them an embarrassing shade of pink. “Uh…what?”

“Sooyoung,” Joonmyeon sighed.

“What?” The little girl asked, her voice indignant. “You said that he was handsome!”

There was a beat of silence before Kris asked, “you think I am handsome?”

Another moment of silence.

Kris could feel his face heating up in embarrassment due to the awkward atmosphere that had surrounded them.

“Yeah, I do.”

If Kris thought that he was red before…

“Could I get your number and we can talk about this privately?”

“Oh! Yeah!”

At the time, Kris had been too surprised to really think about it, but now, as he stood on the patio, enjoying the sounds of the night in the city, he thought over his conversations with Joonmyeon. He hadn’t, not once, mentioned Kris being blind or shown interest in how much money Kris made from book sales; he treated him just like any other person that he might have found attractive and, for that, Kris was so thankful. He found himself clutching his phone, just waiting for the moment when Joonmyeon would text or call him.

Just like his character, Cubby, had found his home with a couple who had loved him unconditionally, Kris couldn’t help but think that he might find his own home with Joonmyeon and Sooyoung.

A/N: Hey, All!

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