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It was getting late as two high-school students were studying the shit out of books and papers. Tests were no thing to joke about. So when they ever came up, Cheong-san and Su-Hyeok would have a study date. Minutes would turn into hours, and eventually spiral into the late evening.
"...If that connects to the answer from earlier, then multiply it by three—"
"Cheong-san, that's enough studying."
"There can never be enough studying, Su-Hyeok."
"Yes, there can. We've been studying ever since we found out about the test. I think we've done enough."
"No, we haven't. Just look at this..."
As Cheong-san handed Su-Hyeok a paper filled with answers, he took it from his hands and moved it aside.
"What're you doing? Study."
Su-Hyeok took all books, papers, and pencils from Cheong-san's workspace and set them aside with that paper.
"We're taking a break Cheong-san. You're on the edge of overworking yourself with studying. I know you wanna ace that test dude, but overworking yourself to make sure isn't the way to go."
"But—"
"Shh."
Su-Hyeok leaned over, right into Cheong-san's face. He planted a kiss on the boys' lips, planting more as he progressed with what he was doing.
"Su-Hyeok, no—"
"Don't speak."
As much as Cheong-san wanted to return to looking over papers and fall back into books, he couldn't stop enjoying Su-Hyeok's lips. Like, at all. They were soft, very soft. And the way they laid a kiss on Cheong-san left him wanting much, much more. Su-Hyeok could easily tell from the way the boy moved his head, letting him get more access to Cheong-san's neck.
"M-more..."
The way Su-Hyeok’s lips gazed upon Cheong-san’s neck, kissing so gently, creating small love bites every so often, making the boy melt every time he moved.
"As much as he’s annoying, he’s surprisingly good…at this…"
Cheong-san's mind went slightly blank as Su-Hyeok planted his fifth, and final, love bite on his bruised neck.
"...That's it?"
"Yes. I'm not letting us get carried away during a study date."
"But what if I said we should?"
"So now you wanna get carried away?"
"Duh."
"I wanna wait to do all that though. Plus I don't have a condom or lube. And I'm assuming you don't have either."
"...Right, right. But can we make hot cocoa?"
"I was just thinking about doing that. It's cold outside, and slightly in here."
— — — — — —
After putting away the books and notes the two high school students owned, they were downstairs and making snacks in the kitchen.
"Su-Hyeok, that's not how you make it."
"Yes, it is."
"With water?"
"Yeah."
"...You're weird dude. Why not use some milk."
"Because it's nasty."
"But it tastes better."
"You're completely wrong."
Su-Hyeok took some cookies out of the oven and placed them on the counter afterward.
"We're lucky they didn't burn."
"If they did, store-bought cookies do the trick too."
"They do, but it's the memory of baking cookies that count."
Fifteen minutes pass, and the cookies are now cooled. Mildly warm, but touchable and eatable.
"Such a good cook."
"I know."
"...Nevermind."