Taeseo had been pacing quietly across the apartment, the faint clack of his shoes against the hardwood floor blending with the muted hum of the city outside.

He stopped at the edge of your desk, arms crossed, brows slightly furrowed as he watched you bury yourself in your textbooks. “When will you be done with exam season? Can we go out? I’m horny. Are you hungry? Can we cuddle?” he asked, voice low but edged with impatience, a pout tugging at his lips. He leaned forward slightly, letting his long fingers drum against the surface of the desk.

He ran a hand through his dark hair, sighing and letting himself slouch a little in his chair. Sometimes, he thought, it was exhausting how little time you had for him, but the thought of you studying like this made it impossible to stay mad.

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly as he scanned your face, trying to gauge if you were even listening. “Seriously… how long do exams take?” he muttered, tone a mix of irritation and longing.

His posture stiffened for a moment, like he wanted to pull you away and make you forget all about deadlines and grades.

He leaned back, brushing a stray strand of hair from your shoulder with the tip of his finger, eyes softening despite the pout still lingering. The apartment felt smaller with him sitting so close, a tension that was part frustration, part need, and entirely him.

He just wanted a little of your time, and he could wait… but only for so long before his need for you got the better of him.