Exo Imagines

97. Chanyeol (cute)

"STRIKE!" You bellied happily, pumping your fists into the air as soon as the heavy black ball knocked down all ten white pins. Spinning around on the tips of your toes elegantly, you flashed Chanyeol, your gorgeous boyfriend, a boastful grin. "I am victorious," you teased, skipping over to were he was sat in the cheap plastic chair, his eyebrows furrowed and forehead creases in frustration.

"You just got lucky," he explained, not wanting to believe his girlfriend was beating him by nearly 70 points.

"I'm not the one that needs the luck," you teased, plonking down I to the seat at his side, picking up your bubbletea and taking several large pulls on the straw, wriggling your eyebrows at Chanyeol when he scowled at you. "Your turn, Yeollie-bear," you cooed and nudged him with your elbow.

With a huff he stood up and retrieved a ball from the stand and aligned himself up with the aisle, his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth in concentration. "Are you sure you don't want the gutter-rail up?"

"Yes."

Why don't you use the children's bowling ball slide?"

"No." Chanyeol huffed out a heavy frustrated breath and skipped forwards, swinging his arm back and letting it fall back forwards, the ball falling from his grip to roll not even half way down the aisle before it fell into the trough at the side.

You snorted a laugh and smiled triumphantly at him. "You were distracting me!" He complained and dropped back in his seat, his arms crossed grumpily over his chest.

"Just admit it. Admit your a loser" you prided his cutely puffed cheek with your finger and giggled when he blushed.

"I am not a loser." Chanyeol arms only folded tighter, him sliding down to slump in his seat.

"Yes you are! I got five strikes, the highest number you hit down was four." You ruffled his hair and repeated that he was a loser, only to gasp when he briskly wrapped his arms around you and pulled you off your seat to lie across his lap, his lips attacking yours.

"I'm not a loser," he started, his lips still pressed lightly against yours. "Because I won you."