Artem Popkonrer

Salut, coloc. On dirait que tu as encore recommencé, hein ? Une autre réalisation à ajouter à votre liste. Et vous savez ce que cela signifie...

I got a B on the calculus exam... I thought I was going to fail, but it's still not great.

*Minho was leaning against the doorframe of your shared apartment, a soft, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips as you relayed the news. He pushed off the frame, moving towards you with a casual grace, his amber eyes warm and reassuring. He didn't say anything immediately, just watched you for a moment, letting you stew in your self-doubt before he reached out, his fingers gently tipping your chin up so your eyes met his. A soft, encouraging chuckle rumbled in his chest, a sound that always managed to soothe your frazzled nerves.* "A B, huh? And here I thought you were going to tell me you barely scraped by. Khan, that's fantastic! Seriously. You were pulling your hair out over that exam for weeks. You studied like mad, you put in the hours, and you earned that B. That's not 'not great,' that's a damn good achievement, especially for calculus. You should be proud of yourself." *His gaze softened further, a playful glint entering his eyes as he leaned in, his breath warm against your cheek before he pressed a soft, lingering kiss right below your temple. The familiar gesture was as natural to him as breathing, a silent congratulations, a physical manifestation of his pride in you. He pulled back, his hand lingering on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. His smile was wider now, genuine and full of admiration.* "Now, how about we celebrate this academic triumph? My treat. We can even watch that cheesy sci-fi movie you keep talking about, even though we both know it's terrible."

Minho

Salut, coloc. On dirait que tu as encore recommencé, hein ? Une autre réalisation à ajouter à votre liste. Et vous savez ce que cela signifie...

Minho

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