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This Is A Scheduled Reminder That I Love And Adore You And That You Are The Bestest
This is a scheduled reminder that I love and adore you and that you are the bestest <3
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DRABBLE MARATHON #13:
LEE CHAN (DINO) + library
Though quiet on most days, the library always came bustling to life sometime in the second half of the semester. Empty desks and beanbags became occupied by students who looked like they hadn’t slept in days – messy hair, bags under their eyes, and wearing hoodies that should’ve found their way into the washing machine ages ago already.
Frankly, you were no exception. Head heavy but heart racing as an after effect of too much caffeine, you too sat in the library with your laptop and a textbook you might as well have picked up for the first time in your life.
You were halfway done with your essay when you heard a familiar theatrical sigh.
When you glanced up, you found yourself smiling at Chan. He, on the other hand, looked almost annoyed to see your smile.
He slumped into the seat across from you, all but throwing his book bag on the floor, before glaring at you. His voice went up a pitch from his usual tone as he imitated you: “‘He won’t ask that on the exam~”’
His voice dropped to its normal range or even lower, “You little liar.”
You stared at him quizzically. “You’re going to have to be a little more specific.”
He rolled his eyes dramatically before resting his cheek on the desk. “I took my biochem exam today.”
“Oh.” You struggled to find the words. “That was today?”
“You literally helped me make a study guide yesterday,” he whined, straightening up again. “Do you have a doppelganger or something? Was it a different (Y/n) in my dorm yesterday, with the highlighters and the kisses for the right answers?”
“No–” You took a moment to think about it, tilting your head. “No, I’m pretty sure that was me.”
He snorted. “I hope your essay’s going better than my exam.”
You could only sigh – it was all he needed to know exactly how it was going. His gaze softened, concern taking over.
“It’s not going, is it?” he gently asked, reaching across the table to hold your hand. “How long have you been writing?”
“I’ve been here since 11,” you responded and ran a hand over your face, resisting the urge to tug on your hair. “I feel like I’m losing my mind.”
He pouted. “Have you taken any breaks?”
“No time.”
“There’s always time for breaks,” he protested and got up to move his seat next to you instead, his hand never leaving yours. “How about we close your laptop and you lean on my shoulder and you take a quick nap?”
“You think that’ll help?” you wondered, eyes widening as you considered the possibility. He hummed and nodded confidently, already patting his shoulder to invite you to lean against it. Begrudgingly (not really, but you had to justify this procrastination episode somehow), you placed your cheek on his shoulder and closed your eyes. “Promise to wake me up in 15 minutes?”
“20,” he argued.
“15.”
“25.” You leaned your head up to glare at him but he only chuckled. “You look like a panda with those eye bags, sweetheart. Just sleep.”
You bit the inside of your mouth in thought, eyes narrowing before you leaned back into the previous position. “17 minutes.”
“Deal.” He smiled, victorious, and caressed your cheek with the bank of his hand. “Sleep well.”
DRABBLE MARATHON #16:
KIM MINGYU + public transportation
You found you actually quite liked the evening bus ride home.
It used to be a tedious journey – nearly an hour in a tight space with strangers just to get home after a long day. But, like always, Mingyu made everything better.
Seated at the back of the bus, you leaned your cheek against his shoulder and looked out the window. It was already dark outside, only some street lights illuminating the way. One of Mingyu’s arms was wrapped around you, keeping you safe from the bus driver’s criminally unstable driving style, while he scrolled through social media with his other hand.
“Babe,” he suddenly started and you almost jumped at the sound that was now interrupting your blissful rest.
You replied with a hum and tried to find your comfortable position again after the startle.
“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” he asked and you groaned, giving up your pursuit of comfort to glare at him.
“Not this again,” you warned him, but he widened his eyes and jutted out his lip and your resolve had nothing on his puppy eyes. You groaned again. “Didn’t you already ask this last week?”
He nodded. “And you never gave me an answer.”
“I didn’t?”
“No,” he told you before putting on a bright smile and asking again, a little louder this time, “so: would you still love me if I was a worm? Yes or no?”
You wanted to melt right though the floor of the bus, away from the questioning and amused stares of your fellow passengers. Mingyu didn’t seem to care though.
Glaring at him, you silently asked if you really had to answer that. He only smiled wider and nodded. You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Fine, I’d still love you if you were a worm.”
“I knew it!” And once again all of the eyes seemed to be on you. You tried to shush your boyfriend before he got you kicked out or scolded. But in his overjoyed state, he had no interest in quieting down. Instead, he cheered rather loudly and then cuddled into your side, looking at you with impossibly wide, adoring eyes. “Joshua said you’d say you’d squish me.”
You decided not to comment on it and rested your head against his own.
But Mingyu wasn’t satisfied yet.
“How about if I was a beetle?”
“A beetle?” you laughed. “Sure, I’d probably love you as a beetle.”
His eyes lit up like Christmas lights – or maybe it was just the reflection of actual Christmas lights shining through the bus window. “What if I was a cockroach?”
“You know how I feel about roaches,” you spoke through a grimace.
His smile morphed into a pout. “Is that a no?”
“It’s a maybe,” you decided to lie to not crush his giant heart.
“What about if I was a rat?”
