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You were sitting against the far wall of his studio, reading through another article review. The two of you had really wanted to spend a little time together before he was touring again, but he had songs to work on and you had so much work stacked up with final exams approaching quickly. Occasionally, you would look over the top of your laptop at him or he would swivel slightly in his chair to catch you in his peripheral.
You lifted the laptop slightly to straighten out your legs from their crossed position, pointing and flexing your feet in order to avoid the pins and needles of sleeping limbs. Setting it back down on your thighs, feeling the heat of the machine, you clicked through your many open tabs until you noticed a small red notification on your universities main website. A few more clicks lead you to the listing of your assignments and grades. Scrolling down took you to the highlighted assignment containing a newly uploaded grade.
Your eyes immediately widened and your hands flew to your face. The essay you had recently turned in was now lit up with a grade you never expected to get. A suppressed squeal slipped past your lips and Yoongi glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were alright. As if it was an instinct, you removed the laptop from its resting place and jumped up quickly. Yoongi’s studio wasn’t huge but it was definitely big enough for the little happy dance that you did in the middle of the room.
He had turned completely around in his chair to watch you with an amused look. “You alright?” He asked, with the hint of a laugh in his voice.
“You remember that essay I was so stressed about last week?” His response was a curt nod. “The grade was posted. I passed. I passed. Holy shit, I actually passed.” Another involuntary squeal escaped from you as you began to dance again. You couldn’t care less that your boyfriend sat a few feet away laughing at your actions, you were too excited. Without thinking, you quickly placed yourself in his lap and pressed a swift kiss to his lips. When you pulled away, his eyes were a little wider and he wasn’t laughing anymore.
With the same speed as you sat down, you were on your feet in a second, your hands pressed to your heated cheeks. “Sorry, I know you’re busy working.” You said quickly, but your slight embarrassment didn’t stop the giggle from slipping out as well. His hands found your waist and pulled you back.
“It’s fine. Congratulations on the essay.” He mumbled against the back of your shoulder. You couldn’t help the smile that made its way across your face. “Would you like to order some food and celebrate?” He asked, turning the chair slightly causing you to almost fall from his lap.
You let out another laugh and smiled. “Only if you don’t drop me on the floor.” As soon of the words left your lips, he gave you a light shove and you landed on your butt on the floor. “Just plain rude.” You grumbled as you watched him stand up and extend a hand down to you.
Quiet evenings were always nice but it was even better to get to spend actual time together.