Title: Finals and other nightmares
Pairing: Baekchen from EXO
Warning: Light swearing
Genre: Fluff
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Many people would have find it annoying, almost irritating, the rhythmic, steady and harmonious noise of the raindrops against the window, right in front of him, composing a nice and soft beat as they did. Jongdae, however, found it calming, every last drop colliding against the surface a soothing sound that helped him focus on the papers on his desk.
Highlighted words and full sentences with bright yellow marker traced a path all over the sheets, the concepts slowly sinking into the boy's mind as his eyes followed the trail of ink. World literature wasn’t actually his best or favorite subject, not a chance, but still, he found something...familiar, let’s say, in some authors that lived through the darkest ages of the literature: Machado, for example, the spanish poet who was forced to leave his hometown, bright and sunny, to work in a rather isolated, close minded, cold and arid. The only thing that made Machado stay there, a land which he despised, was love. Leonor.
He kind of saw himself in that: wanting nothing but to drop all the college studies, leave everything and everyone behind and travel the world. And that plan was supposed to work, it had every element for its gears to make it happen. But, like any other human, Kim Jongdae fell in love. That kind of love that settles there, inside one’s hard, make a little nest, and blooms out of nowhere in the most unexpected moment, like a bizarre butterfly.
As much as Jongdae wanted to kill that butterfly --avoiding the one who made it fly for weeks, writing on pieces of paper over and over again how not in love he was and how much he hated the concept, even drowning her with alcohol until Junmyeon had literally slapped him out of it-- Jongdae gave up on a cloudy day, fog surrounding him as he walked, the other close next to him, sides touching. It had been so easy to lean over and nuzzle his nose on the top of the other’s freezed hair claiming he was too cold. It was almost surprising how quickly the other had rested his head on the other’s shoulder. And it was so delightful to feel their lips brushing oh-so-feverishly.
That was months ago, when the air of the newborn spring still was too chilly to wear the clothes they sold in stores with the tag “this season”. Then, with Christmas creeping around the corner and finals almost devouring one alive, Jongdae found himself smacking his head against the desk, a shocked little gasp on his right filling the air afterwards.
“You okay?” the voice is weak, still a little broken after the long silence.
“Make it stop.” Jongdae whined and turned to the other.
Baekhyun sighed, dragging himself closer to his boyfriend on the bed, back leaving the pillow it was resting on and the book on his lap also falling forgotten to his side. His hand flew to stroke the other’s fringe out of his forehead with soft touches that made the other smile beneath him. It was also soft, lips curling slightly and eyelids closing with exhaustion.
“Let’s have a break, then.” the brunette’s voice was still gentle, almost a whisper as if he didn’t want to wake the other up, though he wasn’t sleeping, yet.
Jongdae just nodded and hummed pleased.
“I’ll go get something to eat.” said the shorter and got out of the bed, his feet finding the ground in a thud.
“Caramel…”
“Macchiato and a chocolate muffin, I know.”
After the door had closed Jogdae yawned, stretching his back and limbs as long as they could, feeling an electric stream flow through him and left him a little dizzy. Shaking the feeling off, his cheeks found his fists on the desk and stood there, not actually reading per se, but rather trying to store and understand what he had been trying to comprehend before. A sigh left his lips when his mind was done. At least he was going to pass that one subject this semester.
Baekhyun found him with his head resting on the mattress on his right and snoring slightly. Although the view was alluring (the dim light of the table lamp made Jondae’s cheekbones stand out. Wait was Jongdae pouting on his sleep or where his lips this plump? The shadows his eyelashes shed on said cheekbones were longer than any other human being, beautiful, curved, dark drawings on the canvas that was his skin) Baekhyun knew that if he let his boyfriend nap he would never forget him. So, with two fuming cups of coffee he reached the wheelchair Jondae was napping on.
“Jongdae.” his finger poked the other’s cheek once. “come on, wake up.”
No luck.
Now his fingers brushed his lips making a weird sound as they followed the digits. “Jongdae, do you want me to tell your mom about how much of a lazy ass you are?”
The mother card didn’t work anymore, apparently.
With the devilish grin back on Baekhyun left the cupboard cut out with the drinks on the desk and leaned forward. His tongue replacing his finger’s and repeating the path.
Well that was getting both annoying and worrying.
“Yah! Kim Jongdae if you don’t wake up this very moment I swear…” Bakehyun flicked his nose.
And that was it Jongdae perked up, almost hit the other with his forehead, eyes round and big with surprise.
“No napping remember? You said this morning...”
“But Baek…”
“I will not sleep until I master this subject.”
“But I do!”
Baekhyun snorted.
Which made Jongdae almost yell all the lesson avoiding the other’s coming sarcasm because he really didn’t need that right now. Jondae started from medieval poetry, listing all the authors and relevant poems, then all the way to baroque, neoclassicism and romanticism to triumphantly finish with the past century’s authors.
“Come here.” was Baekhyun’s only response as he held Jondae’s hand, pulling him in a hug that he managed to carry to bed, where they lied. Limbs tangled, wrapping the other wanting to feel each other’s warmth tha felt like home when they knew their actual home was miles away. Nose in hair, breathing the fresh smell of the shampoo there followed by chest kiss the travelled all the way down to a forehead with a dark brown fringe, and ear on chest listening to a better beat than the teardrops’ still created while crashing to their sudden death against the window.