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Studying with Taehyung is never a straight-forward ordeal.
Don't get me wrong: he is good at concentrating on his own work. In fact, sometimes when we are at the library, I forget he is even beside me because of how silent and immersed he is. And sometimes I would watch him, out of the corner of my eye, until he catches me, and I would look away, flustered.
Other times, however, he can be a little...distracting.
Today is one of those times.
Since I am able to finish the semester and continue with university, I have to catch up on all the lectures and homework I must complete before next week, when classes start again. And since I have been so busy settling in at the Kim's house, I have not had any time to do any of my university work, which includes a lot. So after ranting about this to Taehyung, he suggested we go to the library together to study.
Easier said than done, of course.
"Listen to this! I love this song," Taehyung inserts one of his ear buds into my ear and the soulful sound of a classic female singer croons a lovely tune. I nod and smile, saying it's good, before turning back to my textbook.
Thirty seconds later, he is stifling his laughter as he scrolls through Facebook, and I glance at his laptop screen to see what he is laughing at, before quickly snapping out of it. Focus, Aria!
He begins to hum as he opens up the university website, downloading lecture notes and drumming a beat on his mousepad. I click my pen, reading the same question ten times as my brain fails to register it due to the constant tap, tap, tappity-tap, beside me, which is now accompanied by the thumping of his foot on the carpet, and of course the low vibration of his voice as he hums.
Suddenly, he leans into me, softly mouthing the words to whatever song he is listening to and acting out dramatic gestures, grasping the air with his fists. Then he grabs my shoulder, still mouthing the words into his closed hand microphone, and that's when I lose it.
"Taehyung," I hiss, since it is supposed to be a quiet study area. His eyes are squeezed shut as the music takes over him, and so I do what any person would – I kick him.
"Ah! Aria, ow!" he pouts at me, and in that moment, I wonder how he is older than me, when he is clearly the baby here.
"Stop being annoying," I state firmly, but before I can swivel back to my work he grabs my arm, stopping me. I glare at him, and he peers at me in concern.
"Are you okay, Aria? Maybe you need a little break."
His words are gentle, but for some reason, they get on my nerve. "Taehyung, I have a lot of work to do, so just please be quiet, okay?"
He continues to pout. "We should take a tiny break. It'll calm you down, come on," he drags his thumb over my hand, pleading with his dark eyes, and for a moment I melt in them, my stress temporarily dissipating, but then it all comes tumbling down again when I see an email notification on my laptop screen from one of my subject coordinators, and I snap.
