Impossible Dont Exist (1/1)

Summary: “m style="line-height:1.6;">There is one thing Yifan desired desperately: to have a child that he could call as his own.”

Warnings: PG-13, language, yaoi (boy X boy), mpreg (male pregnancy, Chanyeol), cliché, a semi-vivid description of male childbirth(?)

A/N: In celebration of Krisyeolvember and Kris' birthday, I'm going to start posting some short one-shots whenever I have the time. ;) Thanks for reading and please comment to let me know how it was. I love you all. <3Kris and Chanyeol have known each other since they were born. Their parents had been best friends in high school and had wanted for their own children to grow up to be best friends as well.Growing up, Kris and Chanyeol were inseparable; where one was, the other was not far behind. They were known as the twin towers for their distinct resemblance; both were very tall and dressed in the same fashion. While Kris was always concerned about Chanyeol’s safety, Chanyeol would always preoccupy himself with doing everything in his power to please Kris.For this reason, their parents had joked that the two boys would end up getting married in the future, a joke that the two boys denied profusely (“We’re just friends, mom! As if I would marry an angry bird like Kris! Never in a million years will I be caught dating Kris of all people!” “You think I’m going to end up being married to Park Chanyeol? You’re kidding, dad! That would be one hell of a marriage!” “I’d rather date a dead monkey!” “What a joke!”).Despite their profuse denial, the two were deeply conscious about what the other thought of him.It’s ironic how fate played with Wu Kris and Park Chanyeol…..“Kris, what’s the thing you want the most for your birthday?” Chanyeol murmured, snuggling against his spouse’s chest. Kris hummed.“Anything?” He nodded.“Anything. Name it; I will do everything in my power to obtain it for you. I swear.” Kris grinned.“You can’t take back your words now.” A shiver ran down Chanyeol’s spine; was it a sign of forbearance?“Uh… yeah, sure. You know that I won’t. Even if I have to tear chunks of my hearts in order for you to have what you desire, I will do that.” Kris tilted his head, burying his face in Chanyeol’s neck...Midway their high school careers, Kris and Chanyeol had gotten into an argument, mainly due to the fact that Chanyeol was spending less and less time with Kris and more and more time with another classmate, a male named Baekhyun. Because of this dispute, the two did not talk for several months.“Who are you to tell me that I can’t spend time with Baekhyun? You’re not my mom!” Chanyeol screamed.“You just can’t! I forbid it!” Kris exclaimed. Chanyeol hissed.“I can and I will spend time with him! At least Baekhyun treats me like a true friend would.”“I am your friend, damn it!” barked the older.“Yeah right! You would ditch me in order to hang out with your basketball friends. Because that is just what a best friend would do.”“Fuck you and your friend!” Kris growled.“I hate you, Wu Yifan!” Chanyeol screamed. “Don’t ever talk to me again! I never want to see you! Just die!” With that, Chanyeol stomped away, without a fleeting glance. At that moment, something struck Kris in the heart.“No… No…” He walked limply. “Park Chanyeol. No…” Immediately, he turned around and punched the wall. “Don’t say that. You of all people can’t say that!”..“Kris?” Chanyeol called out uncertainly. The older male was currently nipping at his neck.“Mhm?” The nipping turned to sucking and harsh biting.“A-ah. Kris. Stop; you never finished your thought. What do you want for your birthday?” He pulled his face away for a brief moment.“I think it’s pretty clear.” Kris grinned lustfully.“H-huh?” Chanyeol stuttered. He didn’t like this feeling; it was fear. The blond male leaned forward so that their faces were mere centimeters apart; they were so close that Chanyeol could count the amount of eyelashes his husband had.“I want a kid.”..“Yah, Park Chanyeol!” Chanyeol ignored the voice shouting his name.“Ignore him, and he’ll go away. Don’t think about it,” he whispered to himself. “You don’t want to ever see or talk to him again. That asshole.”“Chanyeol!” The voice was coming closer; he could hear loud thumping footsteps. The brunette sped up, trying to avoid the caller. Unfortunately for Chanyeol, the caller caught up and gripped his hand. “Listen to me when I’m calling your name!” Kris demanded. Chanyeol struggled to get away.“Let go of me.”“Chanyeol—““I thought I told you that I don’t want to see you again.”“I don’t ca—““Well I do. You can’t dictate my life; you’re just a friend.”“I’m your best friend,” argued Kris.“You don’t act like one,” retorted the shorter bitterly. Kris shut his mouth; it’s not a false statement to say that he had been ignoring Chanyeol, but he had been busy with basketball.“It’s not like that.”“Yeah? Well, it’s not like that with me and Baekhyun.”“That’s different; you just can’t ditch me for Baekhyun,” hissed Kris.“Yeah? Well you’ve been doing the same to me for your basketball buddies.”“It’s not—I don’t like it when you spend time with Baekhyun.”“Well, I hate it when you spend time with your basketball buddies, too, but you don’t see me complain.”“That’s different!”“How so?” Chanyeol mocked. Kris pressed his lips into a thin line, frustration painting his face.“It just is.” The shorter made a face.“Forget it.”“Park Chanyeol!” A voice shouted from a distance. The two best friends looked over and saw Baekhyun waving at them. “’Yeol!” A smile bloomed across Chanyeol’s face, angering Kris.“Baek!” He waved enthusiastically. He was about to head over to the other when a hand gripped his wrist tightly.“Don’t.” The Korean male eyed his friend in confusion.“What?”“Don’t go to him.” Anger spread across Chanyeol’s face.“This again. Why, huh? Why can’t I be with Baekhyun when you can be with your basketball friends?”“Because I hate it when you leave my side!”“Wha-““I hate it when you smile at Baekhyun. I hate that he makes you smile when you promised me that you’d only smile for me. I hate it that you act like he’s your best friend when I clearly am. He’s not good for you. He can’t have you; I only want you to be by my side. I like you.”..“You want a what?” Chanyeol asked, dumbfounded.“I want a kid.” He spluttered. “You’re crazy! I’m not giving you a kid! Never in a million years!”“But you promised me anything.”“That’s different!”“Let me quote your words: ‘anything. Name it; I will do everything in my power to obtain it for you. I swear’.” Kris laughed. “You can’t back out now.”“Yo-you tricked me!” cried Chanyeol indignantly. “I meant anything but that!”“But I only want a kid.” Kris leaned in and kissed his spouse’s nose. “Please, Chanyeol. For me.” He swayed; he couldn’t say no; it just wasn’t in his nature.“I swear, you’re only getting one kid,” Chanyeol finally said. “I don’t care if your kid is a boy or a girl; you’re going to have to deal with it!”“That’s fine; I just want a kid to call my own.” Kris grinned; he leaned in and pecked Chanyeol on the mouth. “You won’t regret this, baby.”“Oh, I’m regretting this already,” huffed the brunette. Kris laughed.“Park Chanyeol, I love you.”..After Kris’ confession, Chanyeol looked like a deer caught in headlights. He couldn’t open his mouth to say anything, so he did the next best thing: run off.“Park Chanyeol! Yah! Chanyeol! Yah!” Kris scrunched his eyebrows together. Perhaps that wasn’t the best way to confess his feelings, but it was rather romantic, or at least Kris thought so.He just couldn’t take Chanyeol choosing Baekhyun over him; he was jealous of Byun Baekhyun and the fact that Baekhyun was important in Chanyeol’s life, equally important as he was.Speaking of the devil…“Kris.” The Chinese male raised an eyebrow.“Baekhyun.”“Where did Chanyeol go?” He felt anger rise inside him.“What’s that to you? Chanyeol is mine.” Baekhyun snorted.“Relax. I don’t like him like that, bro; he’s just my friend. Besides, I wouldn’t have a chance; Chanyeol obviously returns your feelings. He always talks about you whenever it’s just the two of us. And it’s kind of obvious that you called dibs on him since forever.” Kris was taken aback.“Chanyeol likes me?” Baekhyun sent him a strange look.“Obviously. You make him feel all sorts of ways; no one can do that to him but you.”..The a few days after they had sex, Chanyeol started throwing up. As he was clutching the edge of the toilet bowl, as if it were a life raft, he began muttering.“Fuck you, Yifan! No more sex for a year! No, no more sex ever!”..A month after Kris’ confession to Chanyeol, Kris did not stop bothering Chanyeol.“Kris,” Chanyeol hissed from his bedroom window. “Get off of my front yard!”“Until you say you’ll go out with me, I will not leave.”“You’re crazy! Never in a million years!”“You leave me no choice…” He approached the tree beside Chanyeol’s room and started climbing it.“What are you doing? Get down from there! You’re going to hurt yourself!” demanded the younger.“Say you’ll go out with me.”“No—What are you doing!?” Kris climbed higher. “Get down!”“Park Chanyeol, go out with me.”“No—“ He managed to get on the branch directly outside of his friend’s window and started to inch toward him.“Will you go out with me?”“Yes, yes. Just get down from there! You’re gonna get hurt!” Kris grinned stupidly...“I hate morning sickness,” grumbled the Korean. “It’s all your fault, BenBen.” Kris raised an eyebrow.“I’m sorry, baby.” He leaned in and pecked Chanyeol’s lips. “What can I do to make it up to you?”“Make this sickness go away.”“Your wish is my command, baby.”..After several dates, Chanyeol finally caved and confessed his feelings for Kris. Kris, who was ecstatic, began screaming at the top of his lungs,“Park Chanyeol is mine! He loves me!”“Quiet down! You’re embarrassing me!”“I want the whole world to know that we’re together, and that you’re the only one for me, love.” Red spread across the shorter’s face.“Stupid. You’re the only one for me, too.”.After their parents found out that they were dating, they started joking around.“’We’re just friends, mom! As if I would marry an angry bird like Kris! Never in a million years will I be caught dating Kris of all people!’” joked Chanyeol’s dad. “’I’d rather date a dead monkey!’”“Dad!” hissed Chanyeol. “Quit it!” The blond raised an eyebrow. “A dead monkey? Yah, Park Chanyeol, as if a dead monkey could satisfy your needs in bed—““Kris!”“No, wait. Kris was even funnier!” Mr. Wu exclaimed. “’You think I’m going to end up being married to Park Chanyeol? You’re kidding, dad! That would be one hell of a marriage!’”“I was kidding, dad. Chanyeol is it for me.”“You’re serious about this, aren’t you?”“Of course.” Kris cleared his throat. “I’m serious about Chanyeol. He will make or break me; I need him in my life.” He began to touch his pocket. “That’s why, Chanyeol, I want to ask you a very important question.” As Kris took out a velvet box, Chanyeol began hyperventilating.“No… no, no. You can’t possibly be—“ Kris sent Chanyeol a reassuring smile.“Park Chanyeol. You and I have been through thick and thin; we’ve known each other since we were babies. There is no other person I would imagine spending my life with. I love you. Would you marry me?”..“Push! Push!” the nurse cried. “Chanyeol-sshi! Push harder!”“Fuck Kris. Fuck you! I swear, I will cut you balls the next time I see you!” swore Chanyeol. The pain was so excruciating. He had never felt anything like this. It was as if his ass were being split into two.“I’m sorry, baby,” whispered his husband. “Hang in there.”“Easy for you to say!” growled the man in labor. “You’re ass isn’t being ripped in half by your child!”“I’m sorry, Chanyeol. I love you.” Chanyeol panted.“I swear, you’re going to dead when we get out of this hospital!”“Yes, okay, baby.” Kris held his hand, kissing it lightly. He felt another contraction coming up.“Push, you’re almost there!”“Ah—wahh!” And finally, the baby was finally released. Chanyeol panted heavily. “My baby. Finally…”“You did it, Chanyeol. I love you so much,” Kris murmured. Chanyeol sent him a weary glare.“You’re not getting another, so raise this kid right!”“Alright, alright.”The nurse held their baby in her arms. “Would you two like to see your baby?”“Please.” Chanyeol gently cradled his child. “A baby boy. My baby boy.”“What should we name him?” Kris murmured, embracing both his husband and child. Chanyeol smiled, despite how tired he was.“Shixun. Wu Shixun.”