post #49 [closed]
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1. post anonymously unless linking to a fill posted somewhere else
2. use the subject line to indicate pairing (in alphabetical order using stage names i.e.baekhyun/chanyeol) prompt details go in the comment.
3. use necessary content warnings
4. do not embed on meme. link to images/videos. label nsfw content.
5. do not repost prompts ( Read more... )
“mister xing promised to give me ice cream if i didn’t tell you that he let me in,” says baekhyun. he clears his throat and continues with a flourish, “mister yixing most definitely did not let me in.”
kris makes a mental note to have Words with yixing later. it probably doesn’t help that yixing isn’t scared of him at all. yixing laughs in the face of danger-that is, he outright laughs at kris when he trips over the shoes he’s left outside his room again or when he wakes up in the morning, complete with puffy eyebags and bed hair. sometimes, he thinks about getting a new right-hand man but then he remembers that there isn’t anyone else who knows his schedule so well or can keep baekhyun under control, so.
“of course,” says kris, ruffling baekhyun’s hair. “why did you even want to come in anyway? aren’t you playing with kyungsoo? it’s a nice day today. you should play outside.”
“umm,” says baekhyun, suddenly looking rather apprehensive. kris has only seen that expression on his face twice: once when he had accidentally spilt a bottle of his dad’s expensive cologne on the carpet, which had been an absolute bitch to clean up, and that time when he had used permanent marker to draw flowers on the dog’s fur. “umm, because i love you, dad.”
kris raises an eyebrow.
baekhyun hesitantly bites his lip before he opens his mouth, ready to spout out another excuse, when kyungsoo comes charging in and barrels onto the bed, all wet-eyed and face flushed with anger.
“YOU,” he screeches, jabbing a finger at baekhyun whilst kris nurses his bruised cheek where kyungsoo had headbutted him. “YOU. I AM TELLING DAD ON YOU.”
“kids,” says kris exasperatedly. he’s balancing one hyperactive eight year old on one knee and a furious seven year old on the other whilst trying to placate both of them from killing each other. fun bonding times with the wu family, hooray! “kyungsoo, what’s wrong?”
“POO POO HEAD HERE”-baekhyun gasps, scandalised, and whispers into kris’s ear, kyungsoo said a bad word! and kris can’t help but grin despite himself-“SAID MY MY LITTLE PONIES WERE STUPID AND THAT I HAVE COOTIES BECAUSE I AM WEARING A TUTU. DAD. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. DAD. DADDY. DAD. DAAAAAAAD. TELL HIM OFF.”
“baekhyun said that i have cooties because i am wearing a tutu,” mocks baekhyun. kyungsoo’s shrieking increases by about a decibel and he lurches forward to push at baekhyun’s shoulder, and baekhyun quickly dodges it, cackling loudly. kyungsoo’s eyes start to water and he stares up at kris, trembling bottom lip jutting out in a pout, and sadly whimpers.
“daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad,” he says.
kris massages his temples. this is not what he wants to come home to after a long day of trying to coerce luhan into not massacring the whole of suho’s family. being a mafia boss is no fun when he doesn’t have an arch-nemesis. it doesn’t quite make being a mafia boss worth being a mafia boss without someone to trade snarky jibes with and occasionally try to fire bullets into their head. all he wants is a hot bath, which he hopes yixing has remembered to run for him or else he’s seriously hiring a new lackey, whether they’re good with kids or not, and a nice, long nap to soothe his tired bones. instead, he has to deal with baekhyun and his shenanigans.
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“baekhyun,” he says, “that is not a very nice thing to say to kyungsoo, is it?” baekhyun shakes his head immediately, quietening down at kris’s serious tone. “you should apologise. say sorry.”
“nuh-uh!” says baekhyun. “he called me a poo poo head first!”
“no!” kyungsoo interjects. “you said i looked stupid!”
“i was only telling the truth,” sneers baekhyun. “mister yixing said it was bad to tell lies.”
huh. so yixing is actually good for something once in a while. who knew.
“KIDS,” says kris in his I Am Angry and May or May Not Shoot Someone in This Room Except Not Because You Are My Kids voice. “baek, apologise. soo, apologise.”
“NO,” they both say in unison, folding their arms.
it’s a little bit scary how they’re both really similar and totally different at the same time. they’re both short-kris likes to think it’s, like, stunted growth or something and that they’ll shoot up when they’re eighteen because he is an optimistic person who likes to focus on the positives in life-and they’re both loud as hell when they want to be. but kyungsoo is bookish and he likes to read and play with my little ponies and bake and his newest obsession is ballet and sparkly tutus, whereas baekhyun is more of an active person. actively annoying every single person in the mansion. he’s a little ball of hyperactive energy and the only time when he isn’t screaming his head off or trying to convince yixing to let him touch kris’s rifles is when he’s asleep. it’s a good thing that kris always manages to coincidentally turn up whenever he’s in the middle of using his puppy dog eyes and yixing’s reaching for one of the many guns placed around the house, ready to hand it over.
“kids, do you want to do this the easy way and say sorry, or do you want to do this the hard way?” says kris.
“i’m not saying sorry until baekhyun says sorry!” huffs kyungsoo.
“same!” says baekhyun.
“then it’s the hard way,” says kris. wrapping his hands around baekhyun’s waist, he lifts him off onto the bed, and follows with kyungsoo. they both sit there, cross-legged and turned away from each other, frowns marring their faces, as kris walks over to his closet.
one does not simply just become a cool, hot mafia boss. one must first have brains. kris is the brains of the family. he has the ideas. and this time, his idea is pretty goddamn neat. about two months ago, baekhyun had started becoming rather cocky, teasing and taunting his younger brother about everything, and needless to say, kyungsoo has not taken to it well. every day, kris wakes up to both of them squabbling down the hallway until yixing bursts down his door and dumps two wailing children into his arms. at least sehun, who’s three, is a lot less trouble than the other two, but something tells kris that he hasn’t seen the worst of sehun yet.
there is something that he’s prepared for an occasion such as this. he had spent all of last night making it and he grabs it from the closet, making his way back to the bed. the two children are still glowering at each other and he tuts quietly before he yanks baekhyun over to kyungsoo and with the large, oversized t-shirt in his hands, he pulls it down, over their heads, trapping them together.
“EW,” says baekhyun. “KYUNGSOO IS TOUCHING ME. I HAVE THE COOTIES. DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD. SOMEONE CALL A DOCTOR.”
“DAD,” says kyungsoo, flailing his arms as he tries to wriggle his way out of the t-shirt to no avail. baekhyun grimaces and lets out a pained wail from the cooties invading his immune system. “DAD, BAEKHYUN IS BULLYING ME.”
“both of you,” says kris. “both of you, listen up, okay? this is the Get Along Shirt.” he points at the writing scrawled on the white material in black sharpie. OUR GET ALONG SHIRT, it reads. designer HBA swag right here. “until you both apologise to each other, you’re staying like that.”
“but daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad,” they both whine.
“but dad nothing. apologise. or else,” says kris, furrowing his eyebrows together.
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“dad, i feel sick,” baekhyun says, feigning an overdramatic cough. kyungsoo scoffs and rolls his eyes, looking as annoyed as one can whilst wearing a fluorescent pink skirt. “i’ve got the cooties, dad. i’m dying. kyungsoo killed me.”
“GOOD,” says kyungsoo. “i’m not going to your funeral.”
“WELL, I WASN’T GOING TO INVITE YOU ANYWAY,” says baekhyun crossly.
kris sighs as they both begin to bicker again, batting at each other as well as they can when they’re squished up against each other. sharp words and insults are thrown. kris does not even know where they had learnt words like that. perhaps it is time to implement the majestic powers of a swear jar.
or even better, luhan.
“hello,” luhan says, popping his head around the door. he steps in with his rucksack and his parka still on, holding baby sehun with one arm, and grins sheepishly. straight away, baekhyun and kyungsoo start shrieking happily, making grabby hands at luhan, one arm each sticking out of the sleeves.
luhan is a lifesaver, kris thinks. also very, very cute. but mostly a lifesaver. it’s like he has these magical powers wherein he can actually make baekhyun and kyungsoo get along. he is a godsend. an angel. thank you god. kris does not know who he had been in his past life but he must’ve been something akin to jesus or superman because he definitely knows that there’s nothing he has done in this life to deserve luhan. luhan is an angel. a hot angel who is great in bed and the cutest boy alive and great with kids. happy sigh.
“LUHAN,” baekhyun says gleefully. “HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.”
“LUHAN,” kyungsoo says. “LUHAN LUHAN LUHAN LUHAN LUHAN.”
“hi baekhyun,” says luhan, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. he sets sehun down next to his brothers, and sehun just rolls around sleepily on the mattress, tangling himself in the sheets. “hi kyungsoo,” and to kris, his smile turns coy and his cheeks turn a bit pink. “hi.”
“hello,” says kris, his insides turning strangely fuzzy. there’s that familiar flutter in his stomach, the slight quickening of his heartbeat, whenever he sees luhan. he’s no longer a dumb, high school kid that he doesn’t know what that means. he just doesn’t know if he’s really ready to accept it. “finished college?”
“yup,” says luhan, nodding as he messes up baekhyun’s hair. baekhyun giggles. “just finished my last class so i’d thought i’d drop by for an hour or so.”
sehun crawls onto kris’s folded knees and settles in his lap, sucking on his thumb. his eyes fall shut, already drifting off to a nap, and kris runs his hands through sehun’s short hair soothing the boy to sleep. “only an hour?” he says. “you’re not staying?”
“well, i was just gonna go home and probably bum around for a bit to avoid, like, doing homework, but it seems like you need a little help here,” says luhan, the amused tone evident in his voice as he gestures at kris’s handiwork.
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“i’m sure you are,” says luhan, smirking. “i can tell.” he cocks an eyebrow and tugs at the shirt. the hem brushes kyungsoo’s bare thighs underneath the skirt as it floats against his skin and he squirms, laughing softly at the sensation. noticing kyungsoo’s sensitivity, luhan gently tickles him until he bursts out into breathless laughter, and baekhyun screams, “TICKLE ME TOO. I WANT TICKLES. DAD. DAD. DAD. DAD. DAD. DADDY.”
“okay, okay, okay,” says kris in resignation as he pulls the shirt off, plan failing miserably, and tickles baekhyun’s ribs. baekhyun topples over and lies on the bed, cackling loudly, and luhan gives kris a Look. kris gives him a Look back, but it’s more of a i might have been bested by the antics of my children but we shall see who will be laughing in bed tonight. spoiler alert, the answer is me. even as the tips of his ears turn red, luhan grins back and his foot nudges kris in the shin.
“dad,” says kyungsoo suddenly, sounding quite out of breath. kris absentmindedly makes a noise of affirmation, otherwise preoccupied in engaging himself with an intense game of footsie with luhan. “dad, when’s luhan gonna be our daddy too?”
kris’s blood freezes. his breath catches in his lungs. well, that’s something he had never expected kyungsoo to ask.
baekhyun nods eagerly and joins in with Ruining Kris’s Life. “yeah!” he says. “it gets lonely when you’re not at home. luhan should stay! and play with us!”
“UH,” says kris intelligently.
to his surprise, luhan becomes coherent first, cheeks red, and says, “well, do you want me to?”
“yeah!” kyungsoo and baekhyun chime together.
luhan glances at kris bashfully. “mm, well, maybe one day,” he says. “right?”
kris nods and swallows the lump in his throat. “right,” he says, his own face heating up.
seemingly satisfied, baekhyun nods and jumps off the bed, grabbing luhan’s hand. “luhan, come! i want to show you my dinosaur collection.”
kyungsoo follows suit and grasps luhan’s other hand. “noooo, go away baekhyun. he wants to see my polly pocket collection, don’t you, luhan?”
luhan just looks helplessly at kris as he is dragged away by the two boys. kris grins and mouths no can do, amigo and watches them disappear throughout the door. he lies down on the bed and curls up, pulling sehun to his chest, and closes his eyes. these moments are fleeting and few but hey, even when they’re disturbed by two noisy kids, he still cherishes every single second.
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but something tells kris that he hasn’t seen the worst of sehun yet. PLEASE WRITE MOAR *CUES KYUNGSOO'S PUPPY EYES*
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"I love my kids." (Because I always say "I miss my friends" in the exact same way when we're together)
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"Go hard, or go to hell." (Because legit my friend ans I have a saying "Go hard or go home." Soooo)
And baeksoo are the cutest brats ever. Sehun too!!! I wanted to coo at them the whole time I was reading huehuehuehue
Thank you for the fill!!!! Have a nice day :D
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also you have NO idea how hard i snorted at "someone call the doctor" haaaaaaa
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