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Five minutes| Mark Lee

By: kpopmalereader

You push your hair up with the back of your arm, no longer caring if the paints covering you end up on your face. You hunch over once again, tilting your head to the side as you squint closely at the canvas.

After a few seconds of quiet stillness, you feel something being pressed against your back. You look over your shoulder slightly, noticing your boyfriend’s face looking up at you in a pout.

“Mark, I already said-”

He whines and slumps backwards, resuming the same position he fell into after the last time you turned him down. And the time before that. And before that. One arm over his face, other sprawled out to his side, with his legs on each side of you, wanting nothing more than for you to turn around and join him in cuddling until you both fall asleep for a long, long time.

“We haven’t been in the same room with each other in forever-”

“We’re in the same room now.”

“But all you want to do is paint!” He whines again, louder and more dramatic this time.

“I have an idea, Mark, I can’t just ignore it, I have to at least try and put it down to remember it.”

He sits up once again. “But we’ve just been sitting here for like an hour.”

“It’s been like thirty minutes, forty-five at the most. I’m actually working very quickly because I want to spend time with you too but you’re whining and distracting me isn’t helping and makes me want to work slower just to get on your nerves, alright?” You reach back with your hand and push his chest back, gesturing for him to lay down. “Lay back down, close your eyes and go to sleep, time passes quicker that way.”

“No, it doesn’t. You just don’t want me messing up your-” His tone turns to slight mocking, tilting his head back and forth. “Con-cen-tra-tion~”

“Babe, I love you, you’re the most important person to me, but you’re acting like a child.” You shake your head and turn towards him. “Twenty more minutes, can you wait that long?”

Mark huffs and falls back down. “Don’t treat me like a baby, I want to spend time with my boyfriend. That’s not a crime.”

You work for a few more minutes but find it very hard to concentrate on whatever idea you had previously given your boyfriend’s groans and whines every few seconds.

“I will give you five minutes, we’ll cuddle for five minutes but then I really have to-” Your words are cut off by being half-tackled by Mark, pushed to the ground as he cuddles into your chest. “Five minutes and then I have to work again!”

He nods and hums loudly. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, we’ll see what you’ll say in five minutes.”

“I’m serious!” Your protests are muffled by your boyfriend’s smug attitude. “Four minutes and forty-five seconds!”