Kindergarten
Kris/Chanyeol ft Sehun | G | 921w
Inspired by : two kindergartens just been built near my house simultaneously.
Kris Wu leaned against his car, hands in pockets casually, frowning. Looking good as ever from every direction even only in his pajamas with bed hair, still looked like he’s posing for a random - because pajamas and Lamborghini Aventador, really?- and yet high class- his face, his pose, it’s all perfect for Chanel, okay- commercial. Too bad model agencies nowadays were too blind to not take this guy to runaway or photoshoot.
Kris tilted his head, trying to find a logic reason why in the world he’s standing there instead of laying on his lovely bed now.
“ Sorry to wake you up, Kris. But can you help me to pick up Sehun? I have sudden meeting.”
A victorious smile lightened up his whole face - now he looked like angel sent from heaven above. He locked his car, taking his steps entering the building. There’s no many people seen there, it’s already four after all. Kris looked around, facepalming as realization hit him he didn’t know what class his nephew’s in. He squeezed his pockets to find nothing beside the car key.
He walked past the corridor, peeking over low windows. He could see pink flowers, suns with faces, mountains, animals, power rangers, but no Oh Sehun. He walked to second floor. He knocked Principal’s room.
“ Excuse me,” he popped his head in. A woman might be same age as his sister behind a long desk across the room lifted up her head.
“ Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?”
“ Um, I’m here to pick up my nephew, is he still here? His name’s Sehun.”
“ Sehun? Ah, yes. Please follow me,” the principal led him out. They went down again and Kris knew she’d only bring him to an empty class. He could see the woman beside him stiffened. “ He should be here.”
“ But he’s not here.” Kris blinked his eyes robotically. Shivers crept down his spine.
“ Well, I can take care of this,” the principal looked as pale as the whiteboard hanging next her. She made her way out followed by the young man. She called all her workers, all parents’ contacts. None positive about Sehun’s whereabouts. Kris ended up calming down the principal although inside he himself couldn’t stop complaining.
“ Samchon!” Kris opened his eyes as soon as he heard that voice. The wanted boy letting go a hand, running towards him. Kris opened his arms and brought him into tight embrace. The scene looked so touching. They drowned into their own sea before eventually a bomb exploded just a meter distance.
“ Yah! Park Chanyeol!”
Kris took a look at the now scary principal. He automatically moved to side a step.
“ How can you do this to me!”
Kris’s eyes followed the direction. All of a sudden, he could hear angel choir in his mind and invisible blower against his face with too bright effect as addition.
“ What? I didn’t do anything!”
Everything’s back to normal in a mere second. Kris’ jaw almost dropped. The angel was a freaking boy?
“ You should tell me if you want to take him out-“
“ It’s okay, Madam. You scare my nephew,” Kris said. He could feel Sehun gripped his tee, his tiny body trembled in his arms. “ It’s okay.”
“ I’m really sorry about this and I’ll promise that this will never happen again.” She apologized. The young man nodded. ”And you Park Chanyeol, we’ll talk about this at home.” The woman said before going back to his office, leaving the males alone.
It’s awkward. Even more awkward than when Kris experienced his first kiss.
“ So you’re Sehun’s father?” The angel- the boy- Chanyeol broke the silence, asking with his curious, pretty doe eyes.
“ No, I’m his uncle.” Kris shook his head fast.
Chanyeol spared him a sheepish smile. What a perfect teeth he has there. “ Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot. He called you samchon just now.“
“ Samchon, hyung is so kind!” Sehun giggled. “ He bought me ice cream!”
“ Oh yeah? You like it?” Sehun nodded. Kris ruffled his hair before turning his face back to the boy. “ Thank you very much.”
“ It’s nothing.” Chanyeol waved his hands.” I found him crying alone and I don’t know what to do. I like ice cream so I brought him out to buy one. Sorry to make you worry.”
Somehow the man didn’t like the guilty that obvious on the boy’s face. “ It’s okay. The important thing’s he’s with me now. Well- uh-,” Kris could feel his cheeks blushed but he knew he would regret it if he didn’t ask. “ Do you work here?”
“ Yeah, kind of. The woman from before is my sister. I have nothing to do since it’s still holiday so sometimes I come to help. I like kids anyway, they’re cute.” The boy leaned forward then poked Sehun’s cheek gently. The owner did the same to him. Kris needed to hold his breath watching the two or else his image’d be ruined.
“ By the way, isn’t it unfair?” Chanyeol straightened his back, looking at him.
“ W-what’s unfair?”
“ You’ve known my name but I don’t know yours.”
“ Samchon? Why is it you again?”
“ What? You don’t like me?”
“ No no, just wondering. Where’s umma?”
“ Well, your mom’s really, really busy these days. Meeting here and there, clients everywhere. She told me to pick you up- hello Chanyeol.”
Inspired by : two kindergartens just been built near my house simultaneously.
Kris Wu leaned against his car, hands in pockets casually, frowning. Looking good as ever from every direction even only in his pajamas with bed hair, still looked like he’s posing for a random - because pajamas and Lamborghini Aventador, really?- and yet high class- his face, his pose, it’s all perfect for Chanel, okay- commercial. Too bad model agencies nowadays were too blind to not take this guy to runaway or photoshoot.
Kris tilted his head, trying to find a logic reason why in the world he’s standing there instead of laying on his lovely bed now.
“ Sorry to wake you up, Kris. But can you help me to pick up Sehun? I have sudden meeting.”
A victorious smile lightened up his whole face - now he looked like angel sent from heaven above. He locked his car, taking his steps entering the building. There’s no many people seen there, it’s already four after all. Kris looked around, facepalming as realization hit him he didn’t know what class his nephew’s in. He squeezed his pockets to find nothing beside the car key.
He walked past the corridor, peeking over low windows. He could see pink flowers, suns with faces, mountains, animals, power rangers, but no Oh Sehun. He walked to second floor. He knocked Principal’s room.
“ Excuse me,” he popped his head in. A woman might be same age as his sister behind a long desk across the room lifted up her head.
“ Yes? Is there anything I can help you with?”
“ Um, I’m here to pick up my nephew, is he still here? His name’s Sehun.”
“ Sehun? Ah, yes. Please follow me,” the principal led him out. They went down again and Kris knew she’d only bring him to an empty class. He could see the woman beside him stiffened. “ He should be here.”
“ But he’s not here.” Kris blinked his eyes robotically. Shivers crept down his spine.
“ Well, I can take care of this,” the principal looked as pale as the whiteboard hanging next her. She made her way out followed by the young man. She called all her workers, all parents’ contacts. None positive about Sehun’s whereabouts. Kris ended up calming down the principal although inside he himself couldn’t stop complaining.
“ Samchon!” Kris opened his eyes as soon as he heard that voice. The wanted boy letting go a hand, running towards him. Kris opened his arms and brought him into tight embrace. The scene looked so touching. They drowned into their own sea before eventually a bomb exploded just a meter distance.
“ Yah! Park Chanyeol!”
Kris took a look at the now scary principal. He automatically moved to side a step.
“ How can you do this to me!”
Kris’s eyes followed the direction. All of a sudden, he could hear angel choir in his mind and invisible blower against his face with too bright effect as addition.
“ What? I didn’t do anything!”
Everything’s back to normal in a mere second. Kris’ jaw almost dropped. The angel was a freaking boy?
“ You should tell me if you want to take him out-“
“ It’s okay, Madam. You scare my nephew,” Kris said. He could feel Sehun gripped his tee, his tiny body trembled in his arms. “ It’s okay.”
“ I’m really sorry about this and I’ll promise that this will never happen again.” She apologized. The young man nodded. ”And you Park Chanyeol, we’ll talk about this at home.” The woman said before going back to his office, leaving the males alone.
It’s awkward. Even more awkward than when Kris experienced his first kiss.
“ So you’re Sehun’s father?” The angel- the boy- Chanyeol broke the silence, asking with his curious, pretty doe eyes.
“ No, I’m his uncle.” Kris shook his head fast.
Chanyeol spared him a sheepish smile. What a perfect teeth he has there. “ Oh, yeah, sorry, I forgot. He called you samchon just now.“
“ Samchon, hyung is so kind!” Sehun giggled. “ He bought me ice cream!”
“ Oh yeah? You like it?” Sehun nodded. Kris ruffled his hair before turning his face back to the boy. “ Thank you very much.”
“ It’s nothing.” Chanyeol waved his hands.” I found him crying alone and I don’t know what to do. I like ice cream so I brought him out to buy one. Sorry to make you worry.”
Somehow the man didn’t like the guilty that obvious on the boy’s face. “ It’s okay. The important thing’s he’s with me now. Well- uh-,” Kris could feel his cheeks blushed but he knew he would regret it if he didn’t ask. “ Do you work here?”
“ Yeah, kind of. The woman from before is my sister. I have nothing to do since it’s still holiday so sometimes I come to help. I like kids anyway, they’re cute.” The boy leaned forward then poked Sehun’s cheek gently. The owner did the same to him. Kris needed to hold his breath watching the two or else his image’d be ruined.
“ By the way, isn’t it unfair?” Chanyeol straightened his back, looking at him.
“ W-what’s unfair?”
“ You’ve known my name but I don’t know yours.”
“ Samchon? Why is it you again?”
“ What? You don’t like me?”
“ No no, just wondering. Where’s umma?”
“ Well, your mom’s really, really busy these days. Meeting here and there, clients everywhere. She told me to pick you up- hello Chanyeol.”