Others may find it weird, but studying had to be one of your favorite things to do when you didn't need to do it. You were happy to learn random facts and often find yourself down the rabbit hole of some weird story or theory.
However, now that you were staring at a textbook for an upcoming exam, you would rather be rotting away in a ditch - everything seemed so repetitive and boring and you were positive none of it was actually sticking to memory.
Your boyfriend, Hongjoong, on the other hand, didn't seem to be having troubles as he took notes across the table from you, surrounded by books, notebooks and a laptop; he was a model student which (for selfish reasons) you loathed sometimes.
Study dates meant, unless you were working on something similar or needed help, you got no attention. Of course, if you pestered him enough, he would break and push aside his work to shower you with attention, but you knew the work was a lot more important.
"You're staring at me. What's wrong?" he questioned upon lifting his head, an action you'd been completely oblivious to as you spaced out into your own thoughts. You took notice of his raised eyebrow and slightly concerned expression.
"What? Can't I stare and admire my pretty boyfriend?" You said, and the reaction you got was something between a snort and a scoff, his way of brushing off anything you said to him that was even remotely sweet or flirty, almost like he just couldn't handle it.
Bringing your arm up to set your elbow on the table and rest your chin in your hand, you continued looking at him with a sigh that could only be described as 'disney-esque.'
The bluenette stared back for a moment before lowering his head to look over his work, head shaking.
"You should be studying..." he mumbled, switching out his textbooks and refusing to look at you. If he did, he didn't know if he could handle the way you were staring at him with heart eyes.
"You have such pretty eyes." you replied, deciding to ignore his words and watch as he became flustered at the compliment. His cheeks turning into a light shade of pink as he bit his lip to prevent a smile from coming out.
"I could really just sit and look at them, you know? So calming and soft. As a matter of fact, you're very pretty in general, Joongie. Makes me wanna stare at you all day." You were quite positive your boyfriend had malfunctioned at the words, lowering his head further as if to hide behind his hair with a mildly broken "shut up".
Complying momentarily, you scooped up your materials and rounded the table to settle on the floor next to him. There was a small space for your things seeing as you had less than him but they weren't getting your attention, not yet. Leaning to rest against his side, you shifted to nose softly at his warm, reddened cheek.
"When you blush, it only makes you prettier." you mused, pressing a few kisses to the side of his face. You couldn't lie and say making him all pink wasn't one of your most favorite things but you were genuine each time.
Hongjoong was generally better at giving than receiving and you learned that quickly into the earlier parts of your relationship but it didn't mean he didn't deserve the same amount of love and spoiling.
"My pretty boy, my pretty baby." Grinning softly, you reached to tip his chin up, pressing a small kiss to his lips - one that he responded to despite looking like he was going to faint at any moment.
When the kiss broke, he gingerly knocked your foreheads together in something of an affectionate headbutt.
"You do realize that as soon as I'm done with studying... you're going to regret all of this?" He whispered softly, your lips brushing past each other slightly as he spoke.
"Figured as much, babe." you kissed his cheek with a giggle, making him roll his eyes, he shifted to accommodate your frame against his own and sank an arm around your waist, squeezing carefully.
"Well, I also hope you know that I won't do anything unless you're done studying too, babe." You frowned at the words, pinching his side in return before reluctantly putting (most) of your focus back to reading him, occasionally wiggling and nuzzling against him.
