You were lying on your bed with your head propped up in your hands. Your eyes were drooping but you had to stay awake and finish your homework. It was math: the only subject which caused you frustration; and you had no idea what was going on. All you knew was that you had fifty problems due tomorrow before your exam. The fact that your boyfriend was staying the night wasn’t too helpful either.
Glancing over, you saw him playing on his laptop and humming a few of his songs. You knew he was a math genius, but you didn’t want to ask him for help. You thought it would make you seem stupid, and you did not want that. But knowing that this upcoming test would either make or break you, you knew you needed his help.
Rolling over so that you were facing him, you began to stroke his hair. “Oppa,” you called, “I need your help.”
His head quickly flicked over to you and his eyebrows raised. “My help?” he asked, surprised. “With what? What are you doing?” Looking over you, he sees your work scattered all over your bed. “Math? Oh, _____-ah,” he sooths, patting your head this time, “I would love to help you with your math.” He giggles and motions for you to roll over.
Surprisingly, your homework was done within the hour and you had two more left until your usual bedtime.
“Thank you, Oppa,” you say, giving him a tight hug.
“Anytime,” he replies. “That was actually fun.” You can see his lips curl at the edges. “But now Oppa should be rewarded.”