Taemin leaned against the doorway, watching Minho. Minho had been hunched over his desk since he’d returned home from work, only having left his paperwork once when Taemin had forced him to get his over to the dinner table. 

"Imagine your OTP having a late night cram session for finals. Person A starts becoming very tired and is dozing off, so Person B forces them out of their chair, and gets them to dance with Person B to get the blood flowing." taken from imagineyourotp.tumblr.com (awesome blog!)

the story was inspired from this post, and though I didn't exactly follow the original idea, it's still very similar. // very short