“because someone here keeps distracting me,” you shoot back, turning your chair to glare at him, but keonho only smiles back innocently.

he looks around the room, pretending to be clueless. “i wonder who…” you throw a highlighter at him. “okay! sorry.”

“thank you,” you say with a smile. you spin your chair around to face your desk, regaining your focus. your eyes scan the notes mindlessly, rereading the same sentences over and over again.

you aren't sure if it's because you feel keonho’s gaze practically burning into your scalp, or if your brain is completely fried from studying for hours. probably the latter.

you sigh defeatedly, turning your chair once more to face your boyfriend. his elbow is propped against your desk, his head resting lazily in his hand, grinning like he knows you were gonna give in.

“done already?” he asks, voice annoyingly soft and teasing.

you narrow your eyes at him. “i hate you.”

“no you don't.”

you roll your eyes, leaning back in your chair and crossing your arms, pouting. “my brain’s not working anymore.”

“take a break.”

“i've been,” you point out. “because of you.”

“hey,” he lifts his hands in defense, smiling. “it's not my fault you can't resist my handsome presence.”

“i'm gonna throw this textbook at you.” you threaten. you try to hold onto your annoyed expression, but it slips a little the moment you hear a small chuckle from him.

there's a brief pause before you hear his chair rolling a little closer to yours. “come here,” he says after a second. you stare at him dumbfounded. you should say no and return to your studies before thinking about anything else—but instead you roll your chair a little closer.

“two minute break,” you warn, leaning into him. “nothing more.”

“whatever you want, princess,” he says easily, the pet name sliding off his tongue like it's no big deal. he leans in slowly, as if he's giving you time to stop him.

“keonho…”

your hands wrap around his neck, softly tugging him closer as he deepens this kiss. his hands settle at your waist, thumbs brushing gentle circles that make it hard to remember anything you were just studying.

you sigh quietly into the kiss, and you can feel him smile against your lips. for a slight second you can feel the weight off your shoulders.

you barely pull back, resting your head against his, your breaths uneven. he exhales a soft laugh. “y’know i think we just studied chemistry,”

“do not pretend your distraction was educational.”

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