Krisyeol; The Immutable Truth

08 ◕ The Name (🇬🇧 vers)

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"You didn't say they were going to be naked"
 
"Stop overdoing it. They're wearing clothes. Yeaaahhh even if it's just a bra and panties"
  
Kris punched the upper arm of his classmate. "Hyung, who told them to dress like that?"
   
"me"
    
Kris turned. "Hyunseung sunbae" he squeaked. Staring at Hyunseung who is now perched on a bright yellow sports motorbike like a highlighter.
     
"You see that woman?" Hyunseung asked, pointing to a woman carrying a chess flag. She wore bikini panties with a small tail behind her.
      
"Her hole is mine today" Hyunseung said confidently. Seungri beside Kris chuckled.
       
"Your dream is Hyunseung. Even though you're the one holding this race, but if Kris comes, it's the end for you"
        
Hyunseung laughed. At that time the most beautiful woman walked into the middle of the road. Swinging his flag in front of nine riders who were ready to spin their motorbikes.
         
"3... 2... 1, GO!!!"

The sound of the exhaust and the smoke of the motorbike looks chaotic. Cheers were heard. The drivers focused on their goals, but unlike the others, Kris seemed relaxed at the front row.

He enjoys the sensation of shifting gears or pressing the clutch on his motorcycle, turning on the gas and slightly naughty lifting the front tires by pulling on the brakes while keeping the gas on.
  
He heard the cheers sounded crowded praising him. He smiled faintly. The distance of 5.89 km feels so close. Kris had already seen the end of the race.

/wuusshh/

The flags fluttered and the wind blew violently along with the cheers that proclaimed Wu Yifan's victory. He braked his motorbike and smiled triumphantly when Hyunseung and Seungri now reached his right and left.

"Shit!" annoyed Seungri and Hyunseung after removing his helmet. Kris also took off his helmet and put his helmet on the motorcycle mirror.
 
"Hey Yifan..."
  
The girl got on Kris' black Sport motorbike and hugged her waist tightly. Kris looked at Seungri who smiled meaningfully at him.
   
"Which hotel, oppa?"
    
Another girl rides Kris' motorbike. She sat at the front.  Facing Kris and hugging Kris tightly. Kris seemed to be meat flanked by two pieces of white bread.
     
"Hey Kris, playing a threesome eh-?"
      
Kris rolled his eyes in exasperation. He tilted his head, the woman increasingly dared to kiss his long neck. Cheers are heard. Chris sighed.
       
Until his eyes found Chanyeol there in the crowd of viewer. His heart raced when He saw how his classmate was looking at him. He looked shocked and couldn't believe it.
        
Chanyeol looks turned away, but his friends tried to hold him back. Chanyeol looked uncomfortable in Kris' eyes.
         
They were seen arguing until Chanyeol finally decided to leave with wide footsteps.  Kris looked at Chanyeol's back.

'1.. 2.. 3.. 4.. 5.. 6.. 7.. 8.. 9.. 10.. 11...'

hhh.
  
  

Kris pushed down the woman in front of him. Then pulled down the woman behind him. He looked at Hyunseung and Seungri alternately,
 
"They're all yours" he said then turned the gas fast.  Towards the direction Chanyeol went.
  
How many times had it been said, and Kris was tired of lying to himself. He knew something was wrong with his heart. He's not what he used to be. And it's all because of Chanyeol.

Tin tin!
  

Chanyeol seemed to flinch when Kris pressed the horn of his sport bike. He turned. Then put on an annoyed face.
 
"Oh. Not going to the hotel.?." He said flatly. As flat as asphalt road. Kris laughed. Chanyeol walked back fast, Kris followed him using his big motorbike.
  
"Go"
   
"I want to take you home"
    
"I can take the bus"
     
"It's One o'clock at night, Chan?"
      
Chanyeol stopped in his tracks and looked at his watch. He sighed.
       
"Your bike is dirty"
        
"Hey, are your eyes unwell? A shiny clean motorbike like this you say dirty?!"
         
Chanyeol folded his arms over his stomach. He turned his face away and snorted. Nagging that Kris' motorbike is very dirty.
          
"You're like a sulking lover"
           
Chanyeol glared at Kris. He sighed and then stepped back.  Which Kris immediately turned on the gas and matched Chanyeol's steps with his motorbike.
            
"Chanyeol"
             
"Mmm"
              
"Could you just obey me and go up now?"
               
Chanyeol squeaked. He glared at Kris but then approached his motorbike. He got on the expensive motorbike and sat a bit away from Kris.
                
"hold with me"
                 
"I. Don't. Want."
                  
"If you fall, I will laugh while you cry!"
                   
“ISSHH!!”
                    
And finally despite being annoyed, Chanyeol approached Kris' back and held on, gripping the black jacket that Kris was wearing.
                     
"Don't grip it, you'll get it wrinkled, this jacket is the price of a motorbike"
                      
"A gift when you buy a motorbike?"
                       
"Tsk!"
                        
Chanyeol immediately removed his hand from Kris' jacket.  "How do you want it!  You told me to hold on!!”
                         
“Like this…”
                          
Kris grabbed Chanyeol's hand and pulled him closer. Chanyeol wrapped his arms around his waist. Then he smiled.
                           
Chanyeol clinging to his back. He could clearly feel Chanyeol's fast beating heart. He closed his eyes, started counting but stopped at five when he heard a strange voice.

'Kruuuuk, Kruuuuk'
  

 

-from Chanyeol's stomach.
  
  

"Ha ha ha"
 

"DO NOT LAUGH!"
  

"Sounds great”
  
  

Crack!
 

"Hey! Why are you biting my shoulder?!”

"You suck!"
 
Kris chuckled. He rode his motorbike to a restaurant that was open 24 hours. Without talking to Chanyeol, Chanyeol looked at him annoyed.
  
"I WANT TO GO HOME!"
   
"Eat first. You'll starve to death."
    
"Ish. Sunbae listen! I do not-"
     
"Shut up, I'm hungry too," said Kris who then moved down from his motorbike. He grabbed Chanyeol's hand and pulled him into the restaurant.
      
"Bring the best food," he said to a waiter who immediately bowed and prepared food for them.
       
Chanyeol took off his black jacket. Leaving the blue shirt behind, and he poured wine into the party glass on his table.
        
"Why?" Chanyeol asked as he sat down, not looking at Kris who was looking at him deeply.
         
“Please be clearer if you ask something”
          
"Why are you here? Not with those two beauties?”
           
"Not interested"
            
"Why?"
             
Kris cupped his face. He looked into Chanyeol's eyes and smiled a little. I don't know since when, that face became his comfort point.
  

              
"Sunbae?"
               
"Has anyone ever complimented your beauty?"
                
"… no"
                 
"You're beautiful, Chan"
                  
Chanyeol was silent for a long time before he took a deep breath. “Maybe so, because you know— I'm in the 2% malepregnant population”
                   
Kris was surprised. He blinked in disbelief. "Hey! Serious?"  he asked and Chanyeol nodded.
                    
“But as you can see. My height makes the hormones in my body unstable. So I'm not like other malepregnants. Which—well, petite?”
                     
Kris chuckled. "Because you're big?" he asked with a laugh, the sound of his laughter irritating Chanyeol and throwing him a tissue.
                      
“Stop teasing me SUNBAE!”
                       
Kris smiled faintly. "If you get married later, how many children do you want?"  Kris asked while pouring the wine into his glass.
                        
"I want to have a son."
                         
"Just one?"
                          
"Yep. I have an older sister and she always bothers me,” he said annoyed. He seemed to be imagining how annoying his sister would be.
                           
Kris looked at him intently. Enjoying every word that comes out of his red lips. His voice, as well as his laughter.  His expression was sincere and innocent. Kris knew, he was already very aware of his feelings.
                            
"I'll name him Sehun"
                             
Kris furrowed his brows. "Sehun? That's too common for a name," he said, Chanyeol threw him a hateful look.
                              
He took out his wallet. There is a piece of paper there. He opened it and read it aloud,
                               
“Sehun means Happiness, honor and justice. The person who has the name Sehun, is a smart, ambitious person and loves to read. Sehun's name is the name of a smart kid!!”
                                
Kris smiled. "How do you know that?" he asked. Then the food came, Chanyeol took a sip of his wine in one gulp.
                                 
“READ THE BOOK!”
                                  
Kris laughed as Chanyeol threw him a hateful glare.  "Eat" he said and Chanyeol immediately ate the food that was served.
                                   
Kris smiled meaningfully. Even though it was the first time he heard it, he already liked it. That name, Kris wants to use that name for his future son.
                                    
If it's possible.

                                     

Kris hopes that the mother of his child is this sweet man in front of him.