Pairing: ChaeKris
Word Count: 240

Angel

Chubby thighs curled into an equally fleshly torso, stubby toes wriggling freely in the air, a carefree atmsophere hence disturbed by the intrusion of one harebrained Kris Wu. Prodding and poking the infant's skin at his leisure Kris eventually had the child thrash playfully and stubbornly against his overseer.
However, he soon quieted, his eyes enticed by the drooping thumb thrice his own size, baby palms quick to snatch onto Daddy Wu's hand. Somewhere between processing the expanse of Wu's hand and savoring the flavor of his fist crammed into the moist cavern of his mouth, the radiant boy startled his father. 

Gaping senselessly, Kris made to dislodge the tiny joints stuffed in the boy's ravenous mouth and remove his captive thumb, but the baby fiercely protested the loss of sensation, his sharp cry beckoning his dad to return what was taken. 

Complying with his son's wishes, he attended to him, his admiration of the creation he partook in crafting and molding never ceasing to amaze him. Lightly tapping the flared nostrils of the simmering Wu heir, Kris murmured, "You have your mother's nose."

Laughing heartily upon his discovery, he called to the shrine a little off to his left, "Don't you think so, Chae?" 

Chaerin's photograph crinkled as if in agreement with the statement.

Boldly coddling the child, his lips peppering his crease-free forehead, he hummed, "Momma Chae would have loved you dearly. I'm sure she does."

A/N: chae kris as a parent.

this pains me

nO