Exo Imagines

114: Tao (cute)

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"Baby," the deep heavenly voice of your boyfriend called as his head popped round the corner of the living room door frame, a cheeky smile on his stunning face, a few splatters of flour dotted about on his nose, cheek and forehead, a few clumps tangling within his short blonde hair. "Come with me a second."

You didn't have a clue what Tao had been doing for the past forty-five minutes and had desperately tried to drown out the sounds of clattering pans and crockery as you endulged yourself in your new five-hundred page murder mystery novel. "Tao, I'm getting to a good bit," you whined as you let your head fall back on the sofas headrest.

"Please, baby," he plead, your heart fluttering when his bottom lip puckered out slightly.

With a deep sigh you set your page marker in your book and set it on the sofa cushion to your left, letting your feet drop down from their resting position on your poof and followed after Tao into the kitchen. "What on earth have you been doing?" you gasped as you spotted the extravagant floury mess. you felt a small cold droplet land against your bare arm and when you looked up at the ceiling you spotted a clustering of pale creamy mixture. "Tao, is that batter... on the ceiling?"

Tao laughed nervously and rubbed at the back of his neck. "I had a little trouble with the electric whisk."

"What are you even doing?" You asked inquisitively as you prodded a lump of burnt, what you thought was, waffles.

"I wanted to surprise you with breakfast."

"Well, you surprised me, alright," you mumbled as you tried to figure out how one lad could make so much mess.

Tao walked over to one side of the counter where a plate of lumpy pancakes sat on a plate, the burnt edges trimmed off and left to cluster up the counter top. "Kyungsoo gave me a recipe," he beamed as he held out a small section of a hot cake out to you. You took a small nibble and instantly regretted it when the vile taste of undercooked batter filled your mouth. "I think you should leave the cooking to Kyungsoo," you giggled and placed a quick kiss against Tao's blushed cheek.

"Maybe you're right," he admitted as he grimaced down at his pitiful attempt of pancakes. "I just wanted to impress you, that's all."

"Tao," you started as you removed the plate from his hands and placed it back on the counter, wrapping your arms round his waist and resting your head on his chest, listening intently the strong rhythm of his heart beat. "I love you no matter what, even if you are a terrible cook."