Yoongi stretched behind you and you felt the musclesof his back ripple along yours. You squirmed a bit, trying to accommodate his sharp shoulder blades as he struggled to get comfortable again. You were currently sitting in between the beds of his dorm, nestled comfortably against his back as you worked on your assignments. He had his phone on, soft music filling in the blank silence of the dorm.
“Hey,” You said, “Pass me the chips.”
Yoongi groaned and you could practically see him rolling his eyes as he complained about just getting comfortable. Regardless, he still grabbed the bag of chips off his bed and shoved them in your direction. You hummed a quick thank you and ignored his obvious annoyance by shoving potato goodness in your mouth.
You had your textbooks and documents scattered around your legs with your laptop on your lap as you typed out an essay that was due the next day. Yoongi, smart enough not to procrastinate, was mostly there for emotional support. For the most part you worked in comfortable silence, only commenting here and there if you needed help or a snack while Yoongi spent time working on his lyrics.
Tapping your pen against your lips, you tried to think of how you could expand your topic for another two pages. You rolled your neck and rested your head on Yoongi’s shoulder and he wiggled his back.
“Stop procrastinating, brat,” You gasped mockingly and reached around to pinch his side.
“Shut up, I’m trying my hardest right now!” Yoongi laughed as you turned to pout at him, narrowing your eyes as he poked your nose.
“I offered to give you my essay,” He said in between laughs. You turned back around and tilted your head back on to his shoulder.
“I’m not about to get caught for plagiarizing. Know what happens when people plagiarize? They die,” You nodded, as if that explanation made any sense, before straightening out your spine again to continue working. Why did you even sign up for a biochemistry unit?
“Really? Just like that,” You could practically hear the grin in his voice and had to resist the temptation to reach around and put a chokehold on him.
“Yes,” You said, typing words that you didn’t even know would grammatically make sense the next day, “Just like that.”
“Hey,” Yoongi drawled out and you wondered if setting your laptop on fire would make your professor extend your due date.
“What?”
“I sent you my essay.”
“I owe you dinner after this,” You said through a fake sob. You opened your email and quickly downloaded his essay, writing down notes and copying his sources to use.
With the ‘help’, you managed to finish your essay within the hour. It was a long, arduous hour but you couldn’t deny the satisfaction once you finished your conclusion paragraph. After printing out the essay and shoving it in to a folder in your backpack, you pressed a chaste kiss on Yoongi’s cheek. He was tugging on a sweatshirt and you stole another one because the sun had already set with the time it took you to finish your essay and the temperature had dropped outside.
“Let’s go,” You pressed another kiss to his cheek and grabbed his keys off the door handle as you tugged him by the hand out of the dorm room.
Soon enough you were walking on the sidewalk with his arm draped around your shoulders as you chatted mindlessly about everything and nothing at all. You tightened your grip on his waist as you neared the hole in the wall restaurant you frequented with him whenever you wanted a late dinner.
The owners of the shop greeted you enthusiastically and Yoongi tugged you inside and sat at your usual table. As he ordered for both of you, so used to the routine that he had memorized the meals you usually got, you laced your fingers through his and smiled.
“You should start writing that other essay that’s due next week,” Yoongi said with a sarcastic smile. You rolled your eyes and playfully dug your nails in to his hand, pleased with his yelp.
“Don’t be mean- I had other things to do!” Yoongi laughed and you scowled, pulling back your hand to cross your arms in defiance.
“Like what? Was there a kitten show on or something?” You flushed, mostly out of annoyance, and bit your lip.
“Nothing you can prove.”
Yoongi waggled his fingers with a satisfied smile and you (reluctantly, no doubt) returned your hand to its previous position. He squeezed it just as the shop owner came out with your food, gushing about how pretty you looked and how handsome Yoongi was before her husband managed to reel her away. You laughed through your ‘thank you’, pleasantly amused by the owners’ antics as always. Yoongi waggled his eyebrows across the table and you made a face.
“See, I’m handsome.” You rolled your eyes and picked up your utensils to start eating, choosing to ignore him.
As if he didn’t know that already.