Imagine your OTP speaking different languages and can only communicate with hand signs and weird faces. Later they’re starting to learn each other’s language and it would be just so adorable, because all of the mistakes they’ll make that causes their S/O giggle.

Rows after rows of books organised neatly. The library itself, almost empty expect for solitary lamp surrounded by the perturbed couple. Fingers combed through jet black hair, before massaging circles into temples in an attempt to soothe his throbbing headache.

Paper and flashcard scattered on the wooden table.

Thoughts blurred and incoherent. Shared frustrations building up, both only wishing they could understand each other. Wonwoo glanced back at her through the barrier his fingers had created. His brain begging groggily for the torture to end.

Hands trailed down, fingertips feather light, behind the ears, sliding up into her hair, in the process bringing her closer to him.

Foreheads now touching.

Headache dialled down to a dull thudding, just from the simple contact shared between each other.

Her in turn apprehensive to his action. She tilts slightly in his hands

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