EXO Imagines

Chanyeol Imagine ~

A/N HOLY CHOGIWA I HAVEN'T WRITTEN A SINGLE IMAGINE SINCE LAST YEAR. Haha, HAPPY 2017 EVERYONE! I'm sorry I haven't been writing quite as much. I've been busy with school and I hardly find time to write. However, I'll try to be here more often whenever I am free and write more for you guys! We're back in business, yes! Here's a Chanyeol imagine because I just finished watching a dorky compilation of his •w• enjoy!

Chanyeol Imagine ~

Your POV

"Alright, honey! Make sure that Dara is always in your sight. She's small and you might lose her... again." I mumble under my breath. "I'll be out to run some errands and will be back to make dinner, alrig-"

"Ah, no need to worry." Chanyeol chuckled, giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Our little one only fell over the balcony three times. I'm responsible to make sure the fourth time doesn't happen!"

I grimace. "Yeah, totally. Let's not forget the time you threw her into the washing machine, let her fall into the toilet and shoved her into the oven thinking she was a pan of brownies."

He reminded quiet for a moment. "Yah. She did look like a metallic brownie pan."

I sigh. "You know, maybe for the safety of Dara and yours, I should take her to run errands with me-"

"Aniyo!" Chanyeol cuts me off. "Don't worry. Go run the errands, come back and we'll make dinner together. Besides, the little fat potato is asleep now."

Did he just call her a fat potat- this is normal. Why do I question?

I nod. "Fine. If an emergency comes up, the police will call me."

"Stay safe, my love!" Chanyeol kissed my cheek as I gather my stuff to head to the grocery store. Let's just hope I don't come to a burning house. The second time this week.

Your "Responsible" Husband Chanyeol's POV

I whistle, cleaning down the counters after just making some ramen for a late lunch. Dara was asleep in her nursery, like a little angel.

Sitting down in the dining room, I eat peacefully, looking out the window into the city. It's been three years since (Y/N) and I got married. We just had a child, Dara, who is two months old.

I don't know. I just feel the three years (Y/N) and I had gotten married, she would've learned to trust me by now. We both agreed to have the child in the first place and I feel like I'll be a responsible dad. So what I might've accidentally drowned the youngling in the bath, mistaken her for a giant burrito or threw her into the trash can...

... Well.

My mom did that to me before, it should be okay...

Right?

...

Okay, I guess (Y/N) was right! It is difficult being a parent and today is the day where I will not catch our living room on fire! I'll prove to her that I can be responsible.

Did you see the way she THREATENED to take my child away to run errands?! I'll prove her wrong.

I finished up my instant ramen, washed the bowl and headed into the nursery. Little Dara was sound asleep in her crib. I smile, watching her. "Hello, little one~! I hope you're sleeping well."

Dara waves her tiny hand as I chuckle gently. "See, no harm to you, fat potato." I sit down in the panda bean bag, looking around the nursery. The smell wasn't quite as pleasing.

Peaches... and a hint of vomit. Wow, my favorite Yankee Candle scent!

I take out a lighter and light up a vanilla candle by Dara's crib. Instantly, the scent travels around the nursery. I hum gently and close my eyes, resting my head back, not knowing there was a book shelf. A paperback novel falls off the shelf as it knocks down the candle and into the crib.

My eyes widen, as I stand up, quickly taking Dara out of the crib. The fire burnt off partial of my bangs as I quickly swift it away. "NOOOOOOPE, not today!" The fire quickly spreads as I start to panic. The younger starts to cry in my arms. I quickly race out into the kitchen, set Dara down and grab the fire extinguisher behind the stove.

Racing back into the nursery, I put out the fire in the crib. Breathing heavily, I manage to take out the fire. "Woo! That was close..."

Only the sheets were burnt crisp. I threw them into the trash can and replace them with new ones. Other than that, no traces of a fire occurring! I feel the front of my hair, noticing that my bangs are gone. "Aigoo... it's not that noticeable, is it?"

Putting the fire extinguisher back, I was about to turn around to pick Dara up and return her into the crib until the small one was rolling off towards the edge of the counter. I screech, leaping towards the counter but hitting my head against the edge.

Groaning loudly, I managed to catch Dara into my arms as she fell. Her crying got louder. I huff heavily, sitting up and feeling blood trickle down my cheek. "Wow! Ketchup! This would've went well with a burnt newborn!"

I set Dara down on the couch. This young child is a gift from Hell. "Alright, do NOT move an INCH. Got tha-"

Dara giggles and vomiting right onto my shirt. "GOOOOOOO-GOOOO-GAAAAHH!"

In frustration, I was about to go to the bathroom to clean up the cut and wash my shirt until the door opened.

"Wow, I'm quite surprised the house isn't burnt down to ashes! I'm impressed!" (Y/N) smiled, taking her shoes off and setting the bags onto the counter.

"Haha, yeah! No fire!" I smile awkwardly and join her in the kitchen.

(Y/N) looks around the room and sniffs around. "... it smells like a fire. Are you sure-" she turned to look at my state of condition.

I smile. "... there was only one in the nurser-"

"WHAT?! OUR FAT POTATO ALMOST BECAME A BAKED ONE?!" She hollered.

"... Yes..." I mumble quietly under my breath and looking down at my shoes.

"... Aish, Chanyeol. You need to be careful. This happened so many times and I don't think I can trust you with the child anymore." (Y/N) crossed her arms.

"I know, I'm not responsible. Mian." I continue to look down. "I promise, I'll try to be a better father from now on."

(Y/N) looks up at me as she bursts into giggles.

"YAH. I know I'm not the greatest and I risk our child's life-"

"I'm not laughing at that, I'm laughing at you!" She continues to giggle.

"Huh? What?" I frown in confusion.

"Baby food, apple sauce speciality?" She smirks.

"... I thought it was peach, but yes." I mumble.

"Fighting with the counter?"

"Yes."

"Fire equivalency bald spot?"

"That too- what-" I widened my eyes.

"It seems like the fire got a chunk of your hair-" (Y/N) giggled.

I whine loudly and rush to the mirror to look, noticing a chunk of my hair did burn off. "Aigoo- aniyo-"

(Y/N) giggles again. "Maybe I should keep Dara with you more, I dig bald guys."