Radiance; Chanyeol/Baekhyun; PG
Title: Radiance
Pairing: Chanyeol/Baekhyun
Rating: PG
Length: ~1,200 words
It was just another sunny and happy-go-lucky Sunday morning when Chanyeol woke up after the sound of a baby’s cry.
After a few seconds of blinking and getting the sleep out of his eyes, also trapped between conscious and unconsciousness, he let out a groan followed by silent sobs in his mind. This is not I think having kids or babies around will be, he said to himself as he tried to get up from a tangled mess of comforters and feet and his still-sleeping-soundly-as-hell Byun Baek’s so-called possessive arms. He sleeps like he’s dead, for God’s sake. Even the sound of the apocalyptic meteor thundering over the sky won’t wake him up unless it’s the time his body told him to. That’s why Chanyeol was so against the idea of adopting a child, or baby, because, well, it’s only Chanyeol who would be disturbed the most -sounds of fly flapping its wings near his ears could wake him up easily--, followed by another reasons like adopting a child is not like having a dog at all, you really have to take care of the kid and vice versa, ‘till why don’t we get a dog instead, it’ll be much easier for us.
But it’s too bad that nobody could resist the puppy-eyes aegyo Baekhyun gives every time he wants something. Chanyeol had tried to ignore it, of course, but just a second of glance to the expression would make him melt and changes every ‘no’ to ‘yes’, also does for the reversal. Then, after Baekhyun gave him his megawatt smile and a sweet peck on his lips, followed suit by a low murmur of ‘Thank you, I love you very much’ then disappeared from his sight into their shared room or the kitchen or the bathroom, Chanyeol would regret what had he did and promised to himself not to do that again.
It fails miserably. It’s simply nonsensical for Chanyeol to fight after Baekhyun’s ‘special stare’. He decided to just give up after that for the sake of his own brain and his lover’s lovely smile.
“Having a kid is not bad at all! Even better than having a dog!” he remembered Baekhyun said some months ago. “After all, our flat is too quiet and too large for the two of us. I’d like to have a cute child in my house, don’t you think the same too?”
So, the next week, they came back from an orphanage with a small baby boy named Kim Jongin. Baekhyun got attached to him since the very first time he saw the little boy in the crib and refuses to adopt a bigger kid instead, ignoring Chanyeol’s speech titled The Hardships of Living with a Baby in Your House. He listened carefully to the explanations of how-to-take-care-of-a-nearly-one-year-old-toddler from the orphanage’s keeper. He bought Jongin’s food, carefully selecting the diapers or clothes or toys, and take care of him really well during the three-month trial. When they had fulfilled the requirement to be Jongin’s foster parents, Baekhyun was the happiest one. Chanyeol could never forget the tingles of light in his boyfriend’s eyes when he cradled sleepy Jongin in his arms, now legally their child.
Those tingles still warm his heart up until now.
Back to the reality where Chanyeol still has to calm down their baby’s cry. Oh, this creature, he said to himself as he approached the crib in the corner of their room, how could this thing be angelic and demonic like this?
“Let’s see what we have here.” Chanyeol managed to take a hold on Jongin and lift the latter up from the crib and cradles him in his arm. “Tell daddy, is our little Jonginnie hungry? Did you pee? Or do you miss this handsome daddy of yours?” Chanyeol chuckled in his hushed, cracked-after-sleep voice. The cry from the small but full lips started to die down, replaced with faltered sobs and hiccups as Jongin stared at his dad with tears-glimmered eyes. Chanyeol wiped those away with his digits before starting to check his son’s body. Nothing is wrong, in his opinion. The diapers didn’t smell strange. From the way Jongin gurgled some minutes later, Chanyeol could conclude that Jongin was not hungry. Otherwise, Jongin just had his fair share of milk at… 10 p.m. last night and Chanyeol thought it’s enough for that tiny body of Jongin at least for, like, twelve hours.
Jongin started to cry again and Chanyeol growled. “What. Is. Wrong. With. This. Creature.” he punctuated every words as he lied Jongin down on the bed. The little boy started to crawl -he’s fast and really good at crawling-- to the direction of Baekhyun, who was still sleeping like nothing’s wrong. Chanyeol murmured something sounded like what the hell is wrong with him and what thing I did that I deserve all of this while he fiddled with his curly hair.
“He’s hungry.” a soft voice croaked. It was Baekhyun, sleepy Baekhyun to be exact. The said man had sat down on the bed, half-lidded and hair tousled to every direction, calming Jongin easily by making the little boy sit up on his thigh and pat his head softly. “Time for his bottle of milk. Why don’t you know something this easy?”
“Do I really have to exactly know what do I have to do with him every time he cries?” Chanyeol shook his head, still annoyed because he had to have the least amount of sleep today. He’s not a morning person either. “How could I tell which type of cry leads to hunger and which one leads to hello-please-change-my-diapers? Not to forget the other ones! We really need to teach him how to say things as soon as---”
“By spending time with him, of course.” Baekhyun cut off while he was busy with Jongin who refused to sit down. “And it is impossible to force him to talk, because he’ll have his our time to start mumbling his own words. Now, go and make him some milk, would you please?”
Chanyeol shook his head again but did get up from the bed. Making milk is the only babysitting-like thing he could do perfectly. He made his way to the kitchen, walking with limbs knocking unconsciously to things. He let out a low curse with every thud on the table, the chair, the cupboard, and the unreasonably lots of Jongin’s toys scattered on the floor.
The abnormally-tall-for-an-Asian man flails after accidentally stepping on a ball and almost knocked his head on the doorframe, while Baekhyun was left watching his boyfriend with a big, amused grin plastered on his face.
There’s a soft tug on his t-shirt and Baekhyun looked down to see Jongin trying to release the father’s hold on his tummy. Baekhyun lets out a small laugh and set Jongin free, letting him explore the bed by crawling around.
Chanyeol managed to finish the milk five minutes later then it was Baekhyun’s job to feed the hungry baby.
The younger man watched as the eyes of the older shone with happiness and affection. Chanyeol swore he saw Baekhyun radiated, because he really does and Chanyeol wonders why, whether it was because of him or Jongin or maybe both of them.
Baekhyun suddenly turned his head in the direction of Chanyeol’s face and was a bit shocked because of how close the latter’s face to his. He smiled, eventually, before leaned closer to sneak a small kiss over Chanyeol’s lips before getting back to his business of feeding their little angel.
Thus, the Sunday started.