Exo Imagines

85. Tao (cute)

A/N: For those of you who requested a cute Tao imagine :)

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It was early on a Sunday morning and the smell of syrup, sugar and bacon filled your lungs. Last night adding to the long, unbroken list of nights you slept in a bed that wasn't your own.

This house was so much happier, so much livelier and just in the whole, so much better, than your silly one bedroom university dorm room.

You melted into the cushions of the long sofa, watching a group of friends as they battled away on Grand Theft Auto, one of them proceeding to shoot the other, currently riding a helicopter down to the ground.

"Chen!" The tall, blonde haired lad named Kris groaned and threw a cushion at his laughing friends face, the feeble attempt to stop him only making Chen laugh harder and more uncontrollably than before.

With the squeaking of the door behind you, you shifted your weight to look over your shoulder, meeting eyes with another tall, blonde haired boy, an apron with the words "kiss the chef" hanging around his neck, a neat little bow securing it to his waist, his chest bare beneath it.

"Breakfast is ready!" The lad yelled and as you had predicted, remote controls and cushions flew through the air as the five lads sat around you fumbled to get to the dining table first, a vengeful Kris snickering to himself when he landed in the chair right ahead of the stacks of food before Chen did.

"Better luck next time, punk," Kris sneered and reached over the table to grab a slice of neatly buttered bread, his backside elevated off the chair, giving Chen a chance to swipe the seat from beneath him and watch as Kris sat back and plummeted to the carpet, letting out a strained "umph" as he hit the floor.

"Chen, you little shit!" Kris growled and was just about to launch the bread at Chen's face when somebody cleared their throat.

"I would much prefer it if the food was eaten, not thrown about my dining room." You watched Tao as he set several plates in front of the guys and then started to fill up one dish. Turning, he walked towards you and set the plate on the coffee table and gave you a quick peck on the temple. "Delicious pancakes for my delicious girl."

"Tao, you're so corny," you chuckled, hiding your blush.

With a chuckle, Tao motioned towards the pancakes, setting some cutlery on the table. "I made them especially for you.

Set in front of you was a stake of three delectable looking pancakes, smothered in a lavishing of golden syrup and several blueberries dotted about the top. It took you several seconds to realise that the blueberries had been arranged to spell a word, but after the journey from the dining room table to you, many had rolled out of place, the only letters you picked up were "mo" and a question mark at the end.

"Babe, you spelt 'movie' wrong."

"What... Oh." Suddenly realising, Tao proceeded to rearrange the fruit again with a smile on his face when he heard your startled gasp.

Set across the pancakes, the blueberries now spelt the words "move in?"