eden has met a lot of interesting people throughout his life. choi moonbin, a tumultuous force that he embodies, is one of them. theyâve known each other for a while now, at least long enough that eden would be able to pick the other out from a crowd of mindlessly swaying bodies. moonbinâs current features, considerably more distinct than most, make it even less of a challenge. and tonight, just like any other nightâeden finds moonbin easily, his gaze falling upon the boy the moment he caught moonbin within his sights.
he doesnât mean to stare, not at first at least. he was simply looking around for familiar faces, then he was trying to make out what drinks were on the counter from this distance. something tells him all his unsubtle staring is getting under moonbinâs skin though; a gut feeling that he trusts in because heâs already familiar enough with moonbin. knowing that fuels eden even more, merely encouraging the playful fire thatâs always simmering inside him. this silent game that heâs playingâheâs not sure what it is exactly, but itâs sparking something between them. even though itâs subtle, even if edenâs doing nothing but look, expression void of anything out of spite ( and to annoy moonbin more, of course ), he can sense that itâs working.
itâs not like eden knows what this will lead to. but he wants to find out, so he pushes as much as he can. besides, the best things are unpredictable. oftentimes, moonbin is exactly that.
eventually, moonbin is moving, fishing out his phone and doingâsomething with it. eden observes, noting down the way the boy is holding the device, as if angling it to capture a certain pictureâoh, okay. duh. itâs eden. moonbin seems to be typing away now, which has eden a little suspicious. once moonbin is looking back up at him with a smirk evident on his face, eden knows that he needs to find out the source of that mischievous look.
the first thing eden does is open instagram, which turns out to be the right choice. he sees that moonbin has updated his profile with a new story, which definitely wasnât there before the party started. thatâs enough evidence for eden to click on it, only to be met with his own face; confirming his suspicions. reading the caption it was accompanied by, eden snorts. typical.
but two can play at that game. and eden will. heâs not one to back out from a challenge.
eden returns to the dashboard of his instagram, ready to post his own story. he pulls up his phone to the right angle, fitting moonbinâs figure into the frame. he does it quick enough that he can catch that sly smile moonbin is graciously showing him, even if itâs peeking out from behind the red cup. itâs visible enough, in edenâs eyes. when itâs his turn to add a caption, he writes, âpaying attention to me tonight? we can do more than just kiss, you know.â
publishing it to his public story, just like moonbin had, eden canât contain his own smirk from forming on his face, breaking the blank expression he had been trying to keep, a crack to the monotone look he had perfected for a while. but thatâs okay. maybe letting moonbin know heâs enjoying this will only make it all the more fun. whatever it is theyâre doing.
raising his head yet again, eden meets moonbinâs gaze once more, a glint of provocation in his own eyes. as if to say: i dare you to take it up a notch.
immediately, moonbin wants to laugh. he holds it back if only just to hold a poker face in the presence of the other boy-- despite the fact that it's probably least effective on the guy. he may not hear eden snorting but he can tell by his face as he keeps an eye on him what he's doing. moonbin's smirking before he can help it though, and he's not fast enough to move before eden's angling his phone towards him now.
all he can do is blink at his phone when he sees the caption of eden's newest story. his face stares back at him, made more suggestive by the words crossing it. he really should have known better than to expect eden not to flirt back with him whether it was a joke or not. it's hard to tell whether the reply is a joke or not and he's not sure what he's feeling other than the need to continue whatever game they've stumbled into.
eden's very cute, objectively; if put in front of a jury of his peers, he'd be sentenced with attractiveness. moonbin's not one to argue with the little voice in his head that resembles a gremlin and has got him into many a sticky situation while skating. so maybe he thinks he's cute and would kiss with the little asshole. plus, he's not gonna back down from whatever challenge eden is sending mentally to him.
he quickly looks down to his phone, scrolling for a minute or two to try and throw eden off and catch up with his feed at the same time. he waits for a moment when he's not looking back at him and quickly lifts to zoom in on his wrist, snapping a photo.
"like make friendship bracelets?"