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renjun looked up from his sketchpad in irritation and surprise when a combination of bright pink, purple, and blue flowers was shoved in his face. he had been trying to concentrate on his drawing of a landscape for his intermediate-level art class for the past three-something hours or so, and hadn’t paused to eat, drink or rest at all.
“jaemin, what do you want?” he snapped, cranky from working while he was both sleep deprived and hungry. “i’m busy. if you couldn’t tell already.”
his boyfriend gave him his signature sheepish grin in reply, plopping himself down next to him. how lame, renjun thought. he growled, quickly getting back to his work. he almost broke the wooden number two pencil in his hands with how tight he was gripping onto it. he proceeded to make stiff, graphite lines on the pale paper, hissing in frustration when the outcome didn’t look like what he’d expected.
unnerved, renjun stilled in his rough dragging of his pink eraser when he felt a warm hand, larger than his own, cover his freezing, trembling one.
“lighten up, babe. take a rest,” he heard jaemin say. renjun let out a shuddering breath, shaking his head side to side. “i’m gonna force you to take a break if you don’t,” jaemin warned him. renjun knew that there was a stern look on the other’s face even before he glanced up pitifully at him.
“i need to finish this because class is in like, two hours, jaemin,” he pleaded. “come on, leave me alone and let me work ,” he mumbled, shaking off the hand that was comfortably interlaced with his own. “go hang out with your engineering friend, jeno, or whatever his name is.”
“renjun.” he continued to draw, ignoring the burning, worried stare boring into the side of his head and the crinkling sound of jaemin gently resting the bouquet down on the wooden bench they were both sitting on.
“renjun,” jaemin tried again with a sigh, this time cupping his smaller boyfriend’s pale, exhausted face in both of his safe, lukewarm hands, forcing renjun to look at him. renjun had unshed tears in his eyes, causing them to look dewey in the dim light of the dying afternoon. “babe. baobei,” jaemin whispered delicately, leaning in closer to look into renjun’s tired, aghast brown irises. “baby, please. you’re overworking yourself over a stupid project that isn’t due until like, next week, renjun.” a kiss was pressed softly into renjun’s forehead. “that’s a whole seven days, relax. and i haven’t seen you in like, three days because you were so busy doing this and i wanted to give you space.” jaemin chuckled. “but it seems like i shouldn’t have left you alone. you’re so stressed. it hurts me to see you so tired and upset.” another kiss was planted on the tip of renjun’s nose, then his cheek. jaemin’s lips hovered over renjun’s thin, chapped ones.
“please, renjun. take a break. for me?” he whispered, his hot, vanilla breath ghosted across renjun’s lips, sending chills down his spine. renjun said nothing, only shut his eyes, leaning into jaemin, desiring the chaste kiss that he knew was about to come.
jaemin connected with renjun, smiling into their sweet display of affection. renjun managed to place his sketchpad next to him on the bench. after making sure his things were secure, he wrapped his arms carefully around jaemin’s neck, playing with the strands of hair he found there. jaemin ran his tongue over renjun’s lips, asking for consent before taking the plunge. renjun sent him a look, begrudgingly opening his mouth when he saw his boyfriend’s puppy dog eyes.
he let out a short puff of air, a mixture of ire and delight coursing through his veins, letting jaemin take control. he was too tired to retaliate and just allowed himself to be swept away by whatever the younger boy did. renjun managed a small smile and breathed softly through his nose, his eyes slipping shut as pleasure rushed through him. their slow makeout session stuttered to a halt when jaemin pulled away to breathe. his chest was heaving slightly, trying to make up for the lack of oxygen in his system. at this particular moment, renjun found that he didn’t care about the gawking pedestrians sending questioning, judgemental stares in there direction.
“feel more relaxed?” renjun nodded to answer him, a light rosy blush flitting over his cheeks. “was i really that good?” jaemin questioned, eyeing the flush on renjun’s face pointedly, sending him a cocky smirk. renjun gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, then picked up his sketchpad and placed it in his lap. jaemin winced and rubbed at his shoulder, but he was smiling affectionately at the older male. “don’t push yourself so hard. all you’re supposed to do in class is just show the teach your progress,” his eyes scanned over the open page in renjun’s sketchpad. “and it looks like you’re doing way more than what she expects of you, babe.”
“i... i guess. but–“ jaemin pouted.
“no buts.” an idea quickly struck him. he easily plucked the sketchpad from renjun’s hands and stood up quickly, holding it up high in the air. “you have to go on a date with me before you get this back,” he exclaimed, a wide smile on his face as he looked down at his less-than-pleased boyfriend. renjun could only stare at jaemin, mouth slightly agape, wondering how his boyfriend could look so stunning but still simultaneously had the gall to just snatch his belongings like that.
“whoops, almost forgot about these.” jaemin picked up the bouquet with his free hand, resting it on his shoulder while still holding up the sketchpad up in the air, too high for renjun to reach.
“give it back,” renjun protested weakly, frowning as he stood up, shoving his hands into his coat pockets.
“no! like i said before, you have to go on a date with me first!” jaemin laughed, and the piercing, happy sound made renjun crack a smile. despite still wanting to work himself to the bone, jaemin’s eagerness to force him to take a break was heartwarming, and who was he to pass up the chance to be taken out by his boyfriend?
sighing in faux frustration, renjun rolled his eyes, exaggerating the downward quirk in his lips. “fine,” he grumbled, dragging out the ‘i ‘sound to sound whiny. “i’ll go on a date with you.” he quickly added: “but only to get my sketchpad back.” jaemin only beamed down at him, obviously seeing through his little act, and renjun thought that it was the most beautiful thing he’d seen all day.
jaemin bent down to shove renjun’s sketchpad into his tattered-ish backpack hurriedly, careful to not tear, crease, or fold any of the pages. he slung it over the shoulder that the flowers weren’t resting on and extended his hand out for renjun to hold. renjun blushed brightly, looking at the ground as he timidly laced their fingers together, the way that jaemin swung their hands back and forth as they walked in the direction of their favorite date spot (a local parisian café) never escaping renjun’s attention.