How's life with EXO?

Chapter 36: Most Awaited

"Why am I the last one to know?"

"But babe--" Young fights through Kris' words. But Kris still cuts through.

"Young, why?"

"Babe, nothing's happened to us yet. I'm not pregnant. And if I am, who would be the father? " She sits comfortably on the bed as Kris gets colorful with his words.

"Maybe someone close to you at school?" He still debates, even though he has nothing to defend.

"Kris we're already over this, rig-"

"Jungkook?" With Kris' last call. He still insists the past issue. Young makes her way out of the room. Kris' lips would just part because of shock.

She didn't want to bother all the boys down stairs or some of the boys in their rooms. The only escape she has, is the baby room. Who would even use it?

(Please play, Not Just You by Cody Simpson)

She cried there. Weak.

She looked around. She was smiling between her hurting and malady.

Tears run dry on her cheeks. Then imagination starts to sprawl up to her mind. Her future. Her conceptual thoughts of having her own family.Kris and her having kids, she taking care of their baby. Caressing every stuff toy and her soft touches to the baby's crib, it just sends her happiness. She doesn't even know if she's streaming tears of being hurt or tears of being happy.

Kris would have thought of it absurd, but Young... she only plans to have a kid and the only father is Kris. No one else.

Loyalty. That's what she was thinking and doing all along, but the big guy doesn't seem to see that effort. She doesn't know if it's because of Kris' carefullness or love, all she knows is Kris' angry.

"Y-young," Someone calls from the door.

Young spun to see. In total aghast she said. "Why are you in the room of Jungkook's son?" Her eyebrows fumed, her heart flamed up. Her blood was boiling.

"It's my son, okay?" Kris steps forward, Young steps backward. "Young..."

"Why Kris? Still don't trust me?" The tears threatening in Young's eyes were finally off the hook. She bursted like a shower. She was trembling.

"Ofcourse, I trust you." Kris helds on Young's waist and pulled her closer. But Young was stiff, she pushed Kris off and she slapped and smacked on Kris' chest. Afflictions was all over her mind. All she could do is hurt Kris back, because she's totally not good with words. Kris halted Young. Young broke down. "Babe,"

"Kris. It's not just you." Young uttered.

"I know. I'm sorry." He pulled in Young into a tight hug. Flinching on his sudden move, Young continues on bursting tears.

"You know how badly I want to have a baby."

"I know. I know. But you're my only baby for now." Young's head rises. A kiss flew right on Young's forehead that made her smile while crying. "I love you, babe." Kris whispers on Young's ears. It was low and husky, but it had a certain ring to it.

"I love you too-- so much." Cuddling more. The most thing that would happen is that Young would kiss Kris on his chin. It's the only part reachable. Sometimes Young would tip toe to reach up to his nose.

Kris kisses her forehead again. "Why are you so cute?" He mumbles. He kissed her on the nose, on the eyes, on both of her cheeks and finally.. Young stops him. Keeping two of her fingers flat on Kris' lips. "Why?!" Kris hesitates.

Young held both of Kris' shoulders, pulled him down. "You're so naughty." Young's face closely on Kris' face.

"Why did you stopped me?" Kris sighed. He was in total frustration.

"Uh-uh!" Finger was moving from left to rigt saying no. "My turn today." She held on Kris jawline, feeling the electrical sensation of the friction between. Kris starts to knelt down for Young to have her chance.

She kissed Kris on the chin which she usually does. On the nose, on the forehead, on both of his cheeks. Kris fidgets and chortled a bit. "Why are you laughing?" Young slaps her.

"This is really embarassing!" Kris laughs.

"Why is it embarassing when it comes to me?"

"It's not that."

"Then what?"

"Because it's you. It's you, Young. I'm just used to making moves on you. And I didn't know you were so inlove with me and this day would come and you will be the one making moves on me. To tell the truth you were making it hard for----" Young hissed and kissed Kris passionately with pleasure and assurance. Kris would just fall into Young's little trap. It's like angels were calling him in that tyoe of silence covering the whole room.

Brought in to the mood. Kris stood up and Young wrapped his legs around Kris' waist. They were interwined, collided with each other. Kissing didn't stop until they got to their room. Kris stopped for awhile and shut te door close.

(Please play, MOONLIGHT of EXO)

Warm hands on Young's back, Kris on top of him. Young couldn't ask more. The sensation was too absurd, that she wished that someone would just pinch for her mind to fly open.

Kris starts to make his hand crawl up under Young's shirt, but she snapped. "Babe.." Kris stopped. "Are you in need?"

Kris gave a fresh kiss on Young's collar bone and answered, "To be honest, I am."

"Should we?" Young starts to hesitate.

"Babe, not now. I'm already in the mood." Kris fights. But his hand was lying cupped up under Young's shirt.

Young moans silently. Keeping her inner silented up for their privacy. "Why do I hear angels when you moan?" Kris mumbled while his in the middle of Young's belly.

The clothes starts to fly everywhere. Young helped Kris on removing his polo, the belt and...

Kris lingers restless. Every touch was electric. It was thoroughly rough. His hands slowly reaching Young's waist line. Shaping Young's body figure up to the top of her pants, gradually pulling it down.

He asked for entrance. His eyes asking Young if she's ready. The moment Kris was about to enter Young's whole being. On the tip of his, slowly but surely... Young screeched in pain. Unbearable pain, that made Kris stop even though he wasn't even close on making his entry. He saw Young's tears falling down. He pulled up Young's pants up again. Prep up Young's shirt back to normal. "I'm sorry, babe. I'll stop, maybe when you're really ready." She kissed Young's forehead and his last passionate kiss on Young's lip.

Kris laid down beside Young and hugged her. "I'm sorry." Young muttered. But Kris insists.

"No, Young. It's just not time." Even though the hour was not time for sleep. The two slept coiled up in each others arms.

Sleeping gets better. Kris' hug gets tighter. Making sure that Young's on good rest and she won't feel the pain anymore. They were almost there. Really. They were there, but still, Kris did what he think is right. Young wants to, but she can't. Kris follows her decision. Kris respects.

He kept on mumbling his words. "I'm sorry, baby. I'm so sorry."

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[A/N] You guys, don't ever let me make smuts. This is so ughhh. This sucks. -.-