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DRABBLE MARATHON #5:

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL (S.COUPS) + chapstick

dedicated to my bestie who's spent the entire month worrying about how chapped cheol's lips are

Tuesday nights are study nights with your boyfriend – he had made sure to establish that tradition.

And so, you’d meet up in your apartment every Tuesday evening, weary smiles growing a little brighter at the sight of each other before dimming again after seeing the absurd amounts of assignments you had only half an idea how to do. 

This evening was no different. Dressed in matching hoodies, occasionally reaching into the bowl of snacks in the middle of the kitchen table, the two of you slaved away behind your computers. This time, however, you both had a statistics’ assignment due – perhaps a chance to bond as a couple?

“Are you sure number 17 is right?” Seungcheol asked with a slight frown and a confused pout on his lips. “How did you get that number?”

You sighed. “I don’t know. I calculated.”

“And if your calculations are wrong?” he pressed on.

You lifted your eyes from your laptop screen to offer him an unimpressed look bordering on a glare. “Then they’re wrong.”

He scoffed at that, shaking his head, and turned back to the assignment. “What did you get for 18?”

“Your lips are dry.”

“Your lips are–” he mumbled, frowning at his screen before your words hit him. Just like that, his head snapped up. “(Y/n), are you even doing the assignment?”

You nodded, still staring at him. “Of course. What else would I be doing?”

“Staring at me,” he deadpanned.

“It’s not my fault your lips are so chapped,” you argued, reaching over to place your hand under his chin and run your thumb over his bottom lip. “Hold on, I think I have chapstick somewhere.”

He rolled his eyes. “I use chapstick!”

“Well, clearly that one’s not working,” you mumbled, getting up to go search for your own. 

But as you were about to walk past him, he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you into his lap. Before you could ask him about it, he pressed his lips to yours. 

“Stop thinking about useless things and do your assignment, babe,” he whispered against your lips before kissing you again. Who were you to argue?