“Aren’t you going to at least take a snack break?” There’s a snack waiting and willing right there on the sofa, if his boyfriend would just tear himself away from his work.

“In a minute…”

Whining, Baekhyun slides off the couch, sweatshirt bunching up around his chest, and drops to the floor. He pulls his shirt down and despondently crawls on his hands and knees until he can push himself upright using the back of Minseok's chair but drops his head and lets his arms dangle.

Still drawing out the whine, he wraps himself around his boyfriend and nuzzles a cheek over his hair. “I don’t like being ignored.”

“I've noticed.”

“It makes me feel stressed and needy.”

“No, not you.” Minseok flinches at the breath on his ear. “Baekhyun, c’mon.”

“You 'come on.' You know the easiest way to get me to stop being a nudje and let you finish your work,” Baekhyun sing-sings. He turns Minseok’s chair from the desk and sits on his thighs, immediately slipping his hands beneath his boyfriend’s shirt and leaning close.