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"Yoongichi."
Yoongi fights the urge to roll his eyes as Seokjin settles in beside him at his table. He thought he could've escaped to the library for awhile, just a tiny bit so he could study, but it's obvious that his boyfriend has other plans.
"Hyung," Yoongi says, not looking up from his math textbook as he tries to finish a difficult problem on his study guide. "What are you doing here?"
"I think the better question is, what are you doing here? It's our movie night, Yoongi-yah."
Yoongi sighs and erases the three he just wrote down. "What does it look like I'm doing? Studying. Something you should be doing too, hyung."
Seokjin giggles beside him, settling himself into his chair as he does. Yoongi groans as he realizes that the elder is planning to stay.
"I don't need to study. My classes are easy. I'm not worried," Seokjin says, putting his hands behind his head as he leans back in his chair.
Yoongi doesn't attempt to stop his eyes as they roll, much too irritated with the problem he's working on to care. "Yeah, well I can't say the same. Can you please be quiet? I need to figure out this damn problem."
Seokjin looks over his shoulder, his chin resting on Yoongi as he clicks his tongue and takes the pencil from the younger man. "You didn't carry the seven."
Yoongi blinks as his boyfriend finishes the problem for him, easily finding the flaw Yoongi had made and correcting it as if it was nothing. Seokjin hums as he works, tongue in between his teeth and one arm around Yoongi's waist. The library is quiet again and Yoongi sighs, taking a deep breath only to falter when he smells a familiar scent.
"Is that–"
"Coffee," Seokjin cuts him off, his nose now trailing against Yoongi's throat as he sets the pencil down and leans into the younger man. "Thought you might need it."
Yoongi smiles, his irritation now gone as he spots the inconspicuous cup that the elder brought for him. He reaches for it, gratefully taking it into his hands as Seokjin continues to prod him with his nose. Yoongi takes a sip, sighing when he realizes that it's his usual order from his favorite coffee-shop down the street and allows himself to take it easy on the elder.
"Thanks, hyung," Yoongi says, his hands circled tight around his precious coffee.
Seokjin smiles and presses a kiss to Yoongi's cheek. "Of course. Anything for you, Yoongichi."
"Y'know," Yoongi whispers when a librarian passes by them, eyeing them warily. "Sometimes, you annoy the hell out of me."
Seokjin giggles and presses his fingers into Yoongi's side, his body curved around the younger's awkwardly since they're sitting in two separate chairs. Yoongi shivers as Seokjin's hold on him tightens, his face feeling warm and laughs quietly to himself when Seokjin presses his lips to Yoongi's exposed collarbone.
"Yeah, I love you too, Yoongi-yah."
Yoongi smiles, turning to press a soft kiss to Seokjin's lips, relishing in the distinct difference between the lingering taste of coffee on his tongue and Seokjin's own unique flavor invading his senses. Seokjin's lips are soft and warm against Yoongi's and though he has three finals to study for, he's sure he can spare this time to kiss Seokjin how he deserves to be kissed.
"Love you more, hyung."