"Three points for Kris Wu!!!” the commentator yelped, followed by more screams from the crowd. You could see lots of banners for Kris being waved by the students, mostly by his legion of fangirls. The score read 80-79, in favor of the opponent, with a minute to play in the fourth quarter. It was the last game in a three-game series capping off the annual athletic meet of seven universities, yours and Kris’ universities included. Kris has been playing nonstop for the past 30 minutes, and you felt bad because he looked dead tired. The opponent’s coach called for a timeout, and you were thankful because Kris could have time to breathe.

 

 

If your school doesn’t score, you lose. Your university couldn’t afford to lose because you have been holding the title as the school which has the most championships in seven consecutive years. Clearly, losing this game is not an option. It’s a do or die match.
 

 

Tension was felt by everyone in the arena. Everyone was anxious and were holding their breath, and you saw Kris walking back towards the court. You clasped your hands together and put them near your chest, looking at Kris every now and then with a nervous look at your face.

 

 

The game clock resumed, and everyone was screaming again. You couldn’t hear yourself because everyone was shouting at the top of their lungs. Kris received the ball, and you saw two players from the opposing team guard him, making it a little difficult for him to move around. He dribbled the ball, and suddenly shifted to the right, passing the ball to his team mate. He drove between the two opponents, who backed off immediately because Kris was really tall. His team mate then passed the ball back to him, and with five seconds on the clock, he did the unthinkable. Two feet away from the ring, he leaped like kangaroo, leaving those below him gaping, and dunked the ball into the ring as the final buzzer rang. He landed on his feet, smirking.

 

 

You thought it only happened in Slam Dunk, but your eyes were wide in shock as you saw the scoreboard change. 80-81. Your school won the championship.

 

 

Thunderous screams from your frenzied schoolmates echoed through the air, and his team mates all ran towards the center of the court and lifted Kris up.

 

 

Then you saw him wave at your direction, and your friends beside you couldn’t help but squeal like 10-year old kids. You waved back at him, smiling proudly.

 

 

Kris is the star player of your university’s basketball team, and he’s your boyfriend.

 

 

You’re the luckiest person in the world, according to your schoolmates. You’ve got an insanely good-looking trophy boyfriend to boost. You had every right to brag, according to them.

 

 

But you’re not like that. You loved Kris because of who he really is. Not because he’s popular. Not because he is handsome. You loved his imperfections, and for you, those imperfections made Kris the man that he is now.

 

 

 

After an insane party your school threw for the students that night, you and Kris are now back in your apartment. Another thing that you loved about your boyfriend is that he still manages to walk you home even after a tiring practice. You sometimes told him to just go home and rest, but you eventually gave up because he was so persistent. As soon you swung your bedroom door open, Kris ran inside and threw himself into your bed. You just shook your head as you went to the bathroom for a quick shower. Your body reeked of post-championship game smell.

 

 

“Your bed is too small,” he chuckled as he went back to bed again after showering. He was wearing his favorite jersey shorts that he got from your closet. He had many clothes in your closet, because he often goes to your apartment to spend time with you.

 

 

“Yah, it’s not my problem that you were born a giant,” you snort. Kris loved teasing your height, yet according to him, he found it really good because he gets to protect you. Sometimes you want to hit in the head because of his cheesiness.

 

 

You threw a pillow at him, to which he catches easily like a ball. “What do you want to do tonight?” he asked.

 

 

“Sleep? And I think you should be resting too,” It was a long, tiring day for Kris, indeed, and you wanted him to take a well-deserved rest.

 

 

“I’m not really that tired, you know. Maybe it’s because I was so happy today.” He looked at the ceiling and smiled. You knew how he and his team mates worked hard to reach the championship. You saw them practicing until late in preparation for each game. You couldn’t be happier for Kris.

 

 

“You should have seen your fangirls, I can practically see their lungs because of too much screaming,” you sat beside him and laughed a bit. Kris’ fangirls are really one of the most dedicated people you’ve seen. They wore different customized shirts every game, and they have lots of fangirl paraphernalia with them----banners, cheering towels, and fans.

 

 

“You were doing the same thing a while ago,” you saw Kris smirk. He suddenly pulled you beside him.

 

 

Your cheeks almost turned red as you defended yourself, “I.. I was not!”

 

 

“You were!! You were like this~” he then waved his hands in the air and started screaming ‘Kris oppa, fighting!!’ in a dolphin-like voice. You wanted to facepalm in embarrassment for how stupid your boyfriend looked like that moment.

 

 

“God, Kris, you’re hopeless. I wonder if your fans know that you could be an idiot sometimes,” you retorted.

 

 

“But I’m cute, right?” You fervently prayed he won’t do aegyo again.

 

 

“No you’re not. Sehun looks cuter than you when he does aegyo,” you countered, looking away from him. Sehun is Kris’ team mate, and you can’t resist pinching his cheeks whenever he does the Gwiyomi.

 

 

“Well I don’t have a lisp like him,”

 

 

You faced him again with furrowed eyebrows, “You could be a , you know that?”

 

 

“But you love me.”

 

 

And just like that, he got you again. He pulled you closer until your faces were just a few inches from each other. You stared at him, admiring his well-chiseled face. Yes, you love him so much, you couldn’t imagine a happier life without him. That fact never changed in the four years you’ve been together. He did the same thing, locking his gaze with yours while raking your long hair and putting the loose strands on your ears.

 

 

“Yes, I love the jerk that is you, Kris Wu,” and he locked his lips on yours. He smiled when you returned his kisses.

 

 

Embracing you like a teddy bear and with your head on his chest, the two of you had a very relaxing sleep that night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

You woke up early the next day, and you see Kris sleeping like a dead man. You couldn’t help but admire his beauty. His porcelain-like skin that is pale, his eyes, and his messy hair. You have always loved Kris’ messy tousled hair, especially when it is tied up.

 

 

Your fingers crawled into Kris’ cheekbones delicately as a smile crept onto your lips. You were careful not to wake him up, but then he suddenly twinged. You quickly stop and hold your breath to see if he wakes up. But he didn’t, so you felt relieved. You blushed once more as you decided to give him a quick peck on the lips before standing up and prepare your breakfast.

 

 

But he was not asleep. He was just pretending to be asleep.

 

 

“Come on Kris, I got you. Stop faking it and wake up,” you whined, and you hear Kris chuckle as he opened his eyes fully. You pout, but he suddenly pulled your face close to his again.

 

 

“You liar,” you sneered at him, still pouting.

 

 

“I let you touch my face, I let you kiss me, can’t I do the same thing in return?” He kissed you, a deep, passionate one. He nibbled your lips, allowing you to open your mouth and you felt his tongue sliding in. in between kisses, all you did was blush.

 

 

You definitely loved morning kisses with Kris.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Your phone beeped one afternoon, and you see a message from Kris.

 

 

Coach gave me a few days off, where are you? xx

 

 

You smiled as you keyed in your reply.

 

 

Home. Meet me at the park in two hours. <3

 

 

You saw Kris sitting on the swing, and smiled as you called him. He looked surprised as you approached him.

 

 

“What. is. this?” he asked, stopping in between words.

 

 

“A bicycle. Have you tried riding one before?” He shook his head. You loved how your boyfriend could be ignorant at times.

 

 

“Let’s go biking,” you said as you raked his hair. Playing with his hair was one of your favorite things to do when he’s sitting and you’re standing. You felt taller doing that.

 

 

“I don’t know how to ride a bike,” he shyly scratched his head. He looked absolutely adorable doing that.

 

 

You nudged his shoulder playfully. “Seriously? Jeez, you’re missing half of your life, then. Come on, I’ll teach you.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“YAHHH! I want to stop now!!”, Kris was wobbling as he swerved his bike towards yours. You watch him struggle, and you felt amused looking at him. “Slowpoke,” you teased. He glared at you, and you just stuck your tongue out on him.

 

 

“This is more difficult than basketball. This isn’t fun!” he groaned.

 

 

“Come on, jagiya, you’ll get used to it.” you said, trying to encourage him. Kris was really trying his best, but his bike and sense of balance wouldn’t cooperate. You admired his determination, though, because even if he fell several times, he stood up and tried again.

 

 

After a few more falls and stumbles, he’s finally getting the trick. For two hours, all Kris did was to complain, and all you did was to scold him in a funny way. He finally gave up and just lied down on the grass, panting. You pulled him up and asked him to eat.

 

 

“Why did you even ask me to go biking? I will never get the hang of it, honestly.” he asked while eating skewers, still looking displeased at how things turned out.

 

 

“It’s fun learning new things, isn’t it?”

 

 

“It’s not fun,” he said, pouting as he took another bite of the skewer he’s holding.

 

 

“Aiiissshhhh that’s okay. I was like you at first. I really hated biking because I always fell. I suddenly remembered what Albert Einstein said… ‘Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.’”

 

 

“Wow. That’s… deep.”

 

 

“I think so too. But I really liked that quotation. I think life is really a beautiful ride, so you just have to go along with it, even if you fall and stumble.”

 

 

“You’ve had too much tea, jagiya~” he said, pinching you on the nose.

 

 

But really, life has been more beautiful when Kris came.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You and Kris spent the rest of the night strolling at the park, holding hand-in-hand, and talking about a lot of things. You felt secure whenever you were with him. Kris might look aggressive and scary on the outside because of his piercing eyes and intimidating height, but he’s really a softie on the inside----he loves doing aegyo in front of you even if he looked stupid. His confidence is also very funny---he says he draws like Picasso, when in reality, his drawings are just like those of a 6-year old kid.

 

 

None of you seemed to look restless, as the two of you continued laughing over the jokes Kris made about his team mates and classmates. You burst out laughing when he told that Luhan once made Tao cry after telling him a ghost story, and how Kyungsoo and Jongin imitated Pororo. The park was almost empty, because most people have already left. You looked at your watch and saw that it’s already midnight. It’s almost time.

 

 

You smiled as you looked up, and Kris suddenly stopped talking when fireworks suddenly exploded, creating wonderful streaks of colors that brightened up the night sky.

 

 

“Happy birthday, Kris,” you said. He looked surprised, and remained speechless.

 

 

“Don't say anything,” you said. He was smiling, and he was looking deep into your eyes as you gaze back at him. You moved closer to them and with one finger, traced the shape of his face, around his eyes, his nose and then slowly over his lips and down to his chin.

 

 

You brought your face close to his, and he slowly brought your lips to his, softly kissing only the upper lip, then the lower. He then hugged you tight, as you slowly let the kiss grow, lips parting, until the both of you are swept away with passion. The kiss stopped, and the two of you remained in each other’s arms, smiling.

 

 

“Thank you for coming to my life, now let’s continue this at home,” was all that Kris said, smirking at you.

 

 

Birthday kisses with Kris are definitely better.