—It's two in the morning and I'm getting drunk by a shot of espresso, microeconomics and your lips.

—Miles - มินฮยอน | Shawn - ซองอู

1.35 AM

"Miles, pass me the highlighter."

"The pink one? Wow, Shawn, this is real cute."

"It's just a highlighter. It does its work."

"Yeah? But look at this cute little sticker with your name on it–"

"Shut up. My niece did that. Toss it over already!"

"I meant it though. That you're cute."

"Ugh, I hope you flunk your finals."

"Hey!"

*

1.56 AM

"Why does the environment have to be so complicated? It's just GenEd!"

"Told ya. Film was a breeze."

"God, if I knew better I wouldn't let Jasper got to me."

"That kid has odd taste. Like who ever chooses Bernard's class if it's not mandatory?"

"You're supposed to console me, Mil."

"No sympathy here. It's your fault for stalling GenEd till now."

"Maybe I'll ring up Stan about this."

"Stan from Environmental Engineering?"

"Yeah, since they're both environment–why are you laughing?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing my ass. Spill."

"You sure say some cute things–ouch."

"Serves you right."

"Poor Mr. Seal. I thought you treasure your seal army more than your life."

"Not the point. Give him back."

"You can get your pretty ass out of the bed and take him back yourself."

"Oh? That's too bad. I'm thinking since I'm already fed up with this incomprehensible clump of alphabets, I'll keep distracting you from your biz bible–"

"Microeconomics."

"Whatever. See, I'm clearing the bed in case you give up and just friggin' get some sleep. Because you're yawning again and that's like the tenth time."

"Shawn, You’ve gotta stop doing that.”

“What?”

“Saying things that make me want to kiss you.”

(Shawn shuts up right after. Miles laughs as another seal missed his head just by a few centimeters.)

*

2.13 AM

"You're aware that caffeine poisoning is a real thing right."

"Want some more?"

"Holy hell, dude, I'm so done here. I lost count on how many of my brain cells have died."

"Ever so dramatic. Go to sleep."

"Wait, are you really going all-nighter?"

"Nah, I know you can't sleep with lights on. Give me half an hour. I just need to hammer these principles in."

"Then I'll be watching you from here. Just, don't overwork yourself."

"Really, Shawn. I'm like this close from going over there and kiss you senseless."

"Who says you can't? I'm already waiting."

(Miles cranes his neck back to look at his roommate, who is now sprawling on their bed, crooking an index finger and flashing his signature grin just to rile him up.

He groans.

If this is how Shawn has planned to distract him from getting straight As, he would say that it's bloody effective.Oh, but there is no way he will be the only one losing.)

"I'm gonna ace this in fifteen. Don't even think of asking me for mercy later."

end.