Study Session #1
The Best YearsYou sighed, dropping your pencil on your open textbook. Falling backwards onto the bed, the covers billowing around you, you covered your face with your hands and groaned.
Chanyeol looked at you from where he sat at the desk, pen furiously flying across the pad of paper, in a rush to record all the thoughts running through his head. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," came your muffled reply.
You heard a bit of rustling, then felt two large, warm hands pulling your own hands away from your face. He trapped your wrists below his hands, pressed against the blue bedspread. You opened your eyes to find him leaning over you with a worried expression.
"Do you have a headache? I think you're studying too hard. You need a break!"
"I can't!" you moaned [A/N: Not a ...needy moan. Well, you know what I mean.] "My math exam is in two days, and I'm not even close to being ready!"
He sighed, letting go of your wrists, opting instead to sit next to you. Chanyeol reached over, brushing back your hair from your face. As his warm fingers gently massaged your temples, you sighed contently, allowing your stress to ebb away as your eyelids drooped further. After a few minutes, he pulled a hand away, deep in thought.
Running his hand through his straight brown hair, he gasped. You turned your head in his direction, an unspoken question hanging in the air between you two.
"I'll help you study! Maybe it'll be what you need to break free from the monotony that is precalculus. Gosh knows I'd fall asleep if I had to study math for hours on end."
You snorted. "Not that we'd ever find out. You never study math. You're like a genius."
"Hard to argue with that kind of logic," he replied, a cocky smirk replacing his usual wide smile.
You sat up and flicked his forehead. He pouted, covering the spot with his hands.
"I'm going to bruise! Aigooo, I think I'm going to bleed to death! Your nail stabbed my head! What are my fans going to say when they see an ugly bruise marring my heavenly features?"
Rolling your eyes, you gathered your books and stuffed them in your bag. "Yeol, stop being a drama king. It doesn't suit you, and we both know that's my role."
He laughed, letting his hands drop. "Ah, it's almost dinner time. Are you staying and eating here or going home?"
"I'm going to head home."
"It's probably for the best. We cannot afford to support a human vacuum such as yourself," he joked, eyes twinkling as his smile widened.
You continued on as if he hadn't spoken. "My parents are expecting me, and it was 爱爱's birthday yesterday. But because we were all busy, we decided to move the family dinner to tonight."
"If I don't see you in school tomorrow, should I assume you've fallen into another food coma?"
You gasped, smacking the back of his head lightly. "What do you mean, 'another food coma'? I've never fallen in one!"
Chanyeol's eyes widened further, the whites of his eyes appearing more prominent, if it were even possible. "What about the time you asked if I would cook for you, but I refused because I'd be worked to death? You mean to tell me that you don't remember the time that I offered to take you to the buffet instead in celebration of your acing a biology test? The time I had to drag you out of there, half asleep and limp, because you'd eaten so much that you could barely walk? You must have gained at least 10 kg. I don't even remember a time when you felt heavier. And that includes the time--"
You smacked him in the face with a pillow to shush him up. Picking up your pack, you headed for the door. "Bye!"
Two steps from the hallway, you lurched forward, feeling a heavy force hit you from behind, arms wrapping around you like a monkey's. You tried to turn your head, glaring at the obstructing being that enveloped you in his arms. His voice, muffled by your hair, rang out.
"You tried to leave again without giving me a hug."
He loosened his grip on you, and you turned around, wrapping your arms around his torso. But before his arms could snake their way around you again, you fled the house, shouting a quick goodbye to Mrs. Park.
If you didn't leave now, you'd never end up leaving.
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If you notice a few small changes, it's because I went back and edited a bit of my grammar because I noticed that it wasn't consistent. I also tried to make this more descriptive, but I can't figure out how to. It's only 9 PM and I'm already exhausted. And school was only in session for 4 days this week! ( Granted, I ended up getting a total of 20 hours of sleep this whole week. )
I wrote a lot during the time that I was working on my anthropology paper on Korean culture. /laughs/ Procrastinate writing one thing to write another. A lot of fluff. So much fluff in this story.
Lori, I've already shown you much of this story -- or much of what I have written so far. You don't have to re-read parts again~ There aren't any big or really noticable tweaks. Maybe I'll end up slipping in a chapter or two between ones that I've sent to you. I'm a rather slow writer, so I'm sorry that updates are so inconsistent. OTL
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