EXO Imagines (Requests Closed)

Kris imagine (long)

I look up at the scorching heat of the sun. London isn't supposed to be this hot. But right now, the weather is being injustice to its geographic location. Whatever, this is the last day of the trip anyway.* The bus arrived. I got my bright orange suitcase rolling with me, my military jacket hanging lose on my shoulders. My eyes growing smaller by the radiation rays. I definitely look too much like a tourist.* I search for an empty seat, anywhere would be fine really, but the window seats would be better. I luckily spotted one at the center aisle.* "Uhm...Mister." I tapped the classy man with dark tinted sunglasses, he's probably hiding a sleep under those Ray Bans. He didn't move though, giving me more time to observe his facial features. I'm not usually this creepy. But the man's got a well-sculpted face to pass.*

Well, to start off, his hair must have been taken care off by a personal stylist. Every strand landed on the right places and the color although obviously dyed, is the good kind of blond. His nose is just right, his lips form a different but beautiful shape. He oddly looks familiar though. If only his eyes aren't hidden.* "Stop checking me out." He suddenly spoke with a deep charismatic voice, his head still leaned back on the chair maybe a little small for him. I couldn't debate on him though. I was really checking him out. What? Is it wrong to have a crush on a stranger on the bus? "I was trying to wake you up. I want to take the window seat."* He moved away, allowing me to slip by his side. "Don't worry about the sassy suitcase." He rested his shoulders on it, and maybe even was glad that he has something to look after. "Thanks." I muttered.*

"Hey (Y/N). Where'd you go by the way?" My brain didn't process the question but instead was stuck up in analyzing why he knew my name. I searched through my clothing for any IDs from the trip, there was none though. I awkwardly reached for my suitcase for any stickers, there was none though.* "That's not it silly." The stranger even patted my hair. He took his sunglasses off, revealing his full face for the first time. "You once said you had short-term memory, I never thought that was true."* "Kris!" I quickly hugged my long lost friend. Not lost actually. But we've been classmates for middle and high school. Actually, we are in the same circle of friends along with Trixie and Alli and the boys. And he was one of my major crushes in my teenage days. And just now, before he revealed his identity, I had a crush on him again. Don't judge me, I didn't hug him because of that.*

"So, where'd you go?" He pursued. Right. "Unfortunately, back at home. My tour just ended. You?" He adjusted his cap and looked at his phone. "Korea. We are actually meeting up with the boys." Oh right, the boys. "How's Tao?"* "The kid is still a kid. But he has a girlfriend now. Also a wushu expert." Woah, girls in the defense department. I wonder how it goes if they fight. "What about you?" "Girls?" "Yeah." Kris has always been the kind of guy who would get a girl in seconds. And he looked not that good back then. Dark skin, imperfect teeth, black shaggy Japanese hair. I'm not being racist but the hairstyle just didn't suit his caucasian features.* "None." I shot him a bewildered look. There's no way that's happening. "I've changed into someone more mature (Y/N). I don't just pick and date." Oh. I should punish myself for feeling relieved at the information. "You?" Oh me. "You know I don't fancy relationships that much. That will come in the right time."*

"Don't you think it's the right time?" He asked. I shook my head. "No. As what I've read, true love stories begin at 25." Just a year away. He nodded. "How's the trip?"* "Well, it was awesome. It was always my dream to come here, you know." I pointed out. "Of course, I could still remember how thick Harry Potter books are stacked in your room." We laughed. It's amazing how after years, people can still click without the awkward atmosphere.* "But I am incredibly sad because Paris is just a bus away and I could not come." I sighed. Cliche since going to Paris is everybody's dream. But I never dreamt of going there for the romance side. I want to see the Eiffel tower because of the novels. "Then go."*

"I couldn't. I don't speak French or know anything about it. I don't even have their currency." I sighed again. Believe me Kris, I've sorted out all possibilities before I gave up. "I could speak French. I know how to get there. And I have a lot of them foreign currencies." He said smoothly.* "Lucky YOU." I added emphasis. Change routes and go to Paris Kris, since you've got them all. "No. Lucky YOU. Cause if it isn't obvious, I'll be willing to take you to Paris. For one day." I swear my eyes enlarged abnormally.* He just nodded. "I want to go to Paris because of the novels I read Kris. By tradition, people go there with their lovers. Are you sure you want to kick that out?" This man's future girlfriend will surely not be happy if her boyfriend once went to Paris with someone not her.*

"I want to go." His tone was so final. "Do you want to?" It wouldn't be bad going with Kris right? Besides the fact that it's all expense paid..."Yes, I'd go." ******* Paris is breathtaking. Paris would make you feel all tingly inside. Paris has the capacity to wake the butterflies that have hibernated inside of your stomach for years. Paris brings back all the memories you had when you read them novels that once made you laugh, cry, and once made you whole. Paris is Paris.* The day is about to end, though if I could freeze time, I would do it now. "It's beautiful." I muttered. "You've been saying that for the whole day (Y/N)." And of course, there's Kris. He has been extra generous today, I couldn't thank him enough for fulfilling my teenage fantasies. He has been a great companion, willing to take all the fun in.*

"I'm really sorry I bothered you." He changed routes, didn't meet the boys, and payed everything after all. "If you're thinking about the boys, stop that. I always see them, I'm so sick of their ugly faces." You both laughed again, a common gesture. "I'm not going to regret going to Paris with you, (Y/N)."* He said it so fluently and seriously, his brown eyes staring at me directly, boring deep into my inner soul. "Me too." I smiled, for it was the truth. And maybe, somewhere deep inside of me, I don't want to go back to Paris with anyone but him again.* "And I actually missed you. I've searched for you online and through mobile but you seem to be very secretive about your identity." I giggled. True, I ended socializing online and lended my time to working and working and working.*

"Why'd you do that anyway?" I carelessly asked. "At that time, I wasn't certain. All I know is I've missed your laugh and I want to hear it again." I don't know what else to say. Good thing he's looking up the stars or he'll definitely see me blushing my head off.* "Where to after this?" I asked again, I would be coming home, maybe. Though my work leave still has a whole full week. I have nothing else to do here anyway. Not to mention that I have minimal money in my pocket.* "I'd go with you." He said. Smooth and non-hesitant. "You will what?" I clarified. "I'd go wherever you would. I'm sure you'd be hospitable enough." He even added a laugh. Is he serious? "Well, you see, I have nowhere else to go since Korea isn't an option anymore."* I nodded but still felt like something's up. You just don't go with a highschool friend to wherever she goes. "And I really would want to spend my vacation with you." My heart skipped a beat. Like in those teenage days. I like him, that's for sure. That never faded away after years of being separated. Does he feel the same way though?* "Do you think I'm really going to Paris with someone not special to me? I value tradition (Y/N). Also, I'm a practical man. I wouldn't spend too much for just a friend." It's his time to laugh. "And maybe, when we turn 25, we'd be seeing this place again. Together." *

I just smile. The idea is perfect yet imagineable. Kris likes me. I like him. Paris at 25 doesn't sound impossible.* Maybe it's true that Paris is a place for love.

End.

I wish Kris would comeback :( I miss him already and he's my UB in EXO