Exo Imagines

Whenever I Wish (XiuChen)

A deep, thunderous rumble sounded and all head turned to stare at Xiumin with wide eyes. "Was that your stomach?" Kris asked him, trying to hold back a laugh.

A blush worked its way onto Xiumin's cheeks and he quickly turned his head to face away from his group mates.

Standing up, Xiumin made his way out of the Exo dorms living room and headed straight for the kitchen, ignoring the steps echoing behind him.

Xiumin started to rout through the shelves of numerous cupboards, grunting when he came across nothing but tinned goods.

"What are you doing?" Xiumin heard an easily recognisable voice call out.

"I'm hungry!" Xiumin grumbled as he slammed the sedge shut after finding nothing within it but a half full bottle of milk and an empty egg box.

"Hello Hungry, I'm Chen," the younger lad giggled and leaned against the door frame, his arms folded across his chest.

Xiumin spun round to glare at Chen, his eyes narrowed into thin slits. "Chen, I'm serious!"

"Serious?" Chen questioned, tilting his head to the side and merging his eyebrows together. "I thought your were hungry!"

Xiumin's stare became even colder, pouting his lips and securing his arms across his chest. "You have got to be joking?"

Chen pressed his lips back to hold back the laughter building within his throat. "No, I'm Chen."

"URGH!!" Xiumin exclaimed and threw his arms up above his head in frustration. Spinning round Xiumin grabbed a glass off the sink drainer and pulled the fridge door open, quickly pouring the rest of the milk into it.

As he took a sip from his milk Xiumin felt a pair of strong arms work their way around his waist, a chin rested gently upon his shoulder.

"Leave me alone, Jongdae," Xiumin mumbled emotionless.

"I'm sorry hyung!" Chen apologised, nestling his nose into the crook of Xiumin's neck, making sure his lips brushed against the soft skin under Xiumin's jaw.

"I'm sick of your constant degrading nature." Xiumin tried to move away from Chen's tight grip, but Chen only strengthened his hold upon Xiumin's waist.

"Where do you think you're going?" Chen laughed at Xiumin's feeble attempts to pull free from his grasp.

Xiumin managed to finally get out of his you get group mates arms and he strode across the kitchen towards the door. But he didn't get very far, for Chen's hand grabbed at Xiumin's wrist and he pulled him round in a circle.

Once Chen was facing Xiumin, the younger lad took a bold step forwards, a huge grin spread across his lips, and he once against wound his arms around Xiumin's waist, capturing him in a warm hug.

"I'm trying to get back to the living room," Xiumin protested and wriggled about in Chen's arms.

"Not before you give me a kiss," Chen whispered, his face drawing closer and closer to Xiumin's. But when Xiumin refused, trying to pull his head backwards, Chen puckered his lips and rounded his eyes. "Come on, hyung, just one kiss."

Xiumin had never been able say no to Chen when he pulled his big eyed, puppy dog face.

Giving in to Chen's aegyo, Xiumin in turn laced his arms around Chen's neck, and pressed his lips to Chen's, them moulding together like the part we pieces in a jigsaw.

Once Xiumin pulled back he looked deep into Chen's eyes and said, "Don't think using aegyo will make me kiss you every time."

"You're my boyfriend, Minseok," Chen reminded the older boy. "I can kiss you whenever I wish."