ʚ𝖿𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖺ɞ

"Kim Yugyeom!" you whined, making him jump and hit his head against the top of your refrigerator's door.

The tall man stood, palming the growing lump on his head from the impact. With his bottom lip stuck out, his tattered clothing clung to his body as if he had been wearing it all night. Scuffing his thick hair, his hand moved to shut the fridge's door back shut.

"Oh!," you yelled, his groan making you walk towards him and offer some comfort to the sudden pain by placing your hand on his arm. "Are you alright?"

"I'm sure I'll be fine once this minor concussion subsides." he murmured, opening the freezer door and pulling a frozen bag of vegetables out to place against his head. "Can't a guy make cereal in his own home?"

You sighed, not having been warned that he would be making his way home from a party that night this early in the morning. Yugyeom's schedule had been made opposite of yours, your day going from morning to night, his going night to morning. Usually, you would find him passed out on the couch just before you went to class, but that wasn't the situation today.

"I didn't know you were coming home this morning," you stated, watching him retrieve the carton of milk from the fridge.

"I'm here to get rid of a hangover," he said gently.

Holding the bag of frozen peas to his head, he poured the milk, placing it back into the fridge before getting a spoon from the silverware drawer. Wobbling his way over to the counter, he took a seat on one of the stools and began to eat. Still holding the bag to his scalp, he glared at your freshly-waken state. Eyeing your bare legs beneath the over-sized shirt, a blush rose on his cheeks. You awkwardly coughed, leaning against the bat like it was a cane as you kept from looking into his eyes. With the air thick, you turned back towards the fridge, staring at the small notepad written with your testing schedule.

"I have a test later." you sighed, reading over your quick handwriting on the magnetic notepad. "I need to go over the highlights."

Spinning on your heels, you felt his eyes follow your figure as you walked down the hallway towards your bedroom. Shutting the door, you were in and out in minutes after getting yourself decent enough to go back around him. Carrying your bag out to the living-room beside the kitchen, you tossed it down onto the couch and made your way towards the fridge again for a glass of water.

"What are you studying for?" he asked, making your head turn to look at him, the glass in your hand shaking.

"Uh," you stuttered, looking over the note again like the subject managed to slip from your mind from his simple question. "It's a test that follows a timeline. You have to memorize what happened and when."

His head lightly nodded at your words, standing from the stool to place his empty bowl in the sink. Walking over to the couch, he sat down and tapped the open cushion beside him for you to take a seat.

"You made flashcards, right?" his question already had an answer.

You and Yugyeom had become roommates the start of your freshman year of college, and though he rarely had any classes, he still knew the gist of school. Having been roommates for a handful of months now, he didn't ignore how you would sit in the dimness of the overhead light of the stove late at night redoing notes and making flashcards to study. Most of the time he would offer to pick up food for you so you didn't have to take a break for too long, but this was the first time he offered to help you study.

"You want to help?" you asked, his grin and head bobbing in a nod making your face contort in confusion.

"I have to fight off this hangover somehow, and sleeping will just make me more miserable," he said with a laugh. "Come on, let's study!"

You sat on opposite ends of the couch, your bag now discarded to the floor as he slipped card after card to the back of the pile. Reading off the description of the date first, he helped you catch the rhythm of the timeline before swapping and reading it the opposite way, saying the date for you to answer with the description. An hour had passed, and Yugyeom was beginning to mess with you by reading the descriptions in different ways to see if you still knew what date it was.

"You're confusing me!" you whined, crawling towards him to snatch the cards from his large hands.

"No!" he giggled. "I'm testing you for your test! You need to know them in different ways in case your professor writes them out of order."

He wasn't entirely wrong, having taken the exact same test his freshman year and being interrogated by the descriptions being out of order.

"You know I'm right," he spoke softly, head tilting down to give you a displeased look.

Sighing, you gave in to his shenanigans. With a playful grin, you went over the cards another time, his hand around your wrist when you would reach for the cards in confusion. Grip tight, his laughter was contagious as you fidgeted against his hold with your own burst of humor. Pulling yourself from him to get to the cards, the deck finally found your fingertips. With gravity in place, your body leaning away from the back of the couch caused you to slip to the ground, Yugyeom's body falling onto yours. Nothing but laughter in the air, his eyes met yours below him.

"Thanks for helping me," you said to him gently, his lips pressing together to raise into a toothless smile.