Exo Imagines

128. Kris (cute and sad)

"It isn't my fault they don't trust my judgement!" Kris wailed as he kicked his shoes off, letting them fling through the air to crash on the other side of the living room, missing the ornament you brought back from your trip to Egypt by several inches.

"Kris, you need to calm down and explain," you said, keeping your voice at a calmed level, hoping it would somehow soothe your husbands rage. "Just sit down and talk!"

"I don't want to fucking talk!" he screamed, his fingers tagging against his hair as he paced back and forth in front of the sofa. You sighed heavily and walked off into the kitchen, leaving Kris to vent out his anger in peace. Whipping up two hot cups of tea you set one on the coffee table Kris was continuously walking past and held the other in your hands, taking small cautious sips of the hot liquid as you relaxed into the sofa.

"How can you just sit there!" he growled, flailing his arms through the air in frustration.

You smiled gently and set the mug on the the table and held your arms open wide, Kris' deep sigh filling the room and he slumped round the table to drop into the vacant cushion, only to quickly lie all the way down, his messy head of hair settled upon your lap. "Babe," you started gently as you soothed your fingers through the soft fibres of his hair. "You need to understand why they're angry." you pressed a kiss again his cheek and felt him relax into the cuddle a little more. "It's because they're scared. Scared of losing you."

Kris let out a soft sigh, a sigh that signalled he knew way you were saying was true. "They love you Kris, and so do your fans. And the threat of you going is what is causing this frustration. You are a huge part of their lives and even though you may not believe it they still care and support you."

Kris let himself turn so he was facing up towards the ceiling, his deep eyes locking with your bright ones. "What should I do?"

You just smiled and pressed a kiss to his lips. "Talk to them."