#* 2.5

@epdarcy

darcy’s been talking for a full two minutes but jaebum only hears one, tunes out the rest. instead he watches his lips move – traces the way they build shape only for it to collapse, to unfold, to renew before his eyes. there is interest here, but there’s also connection, a memory.

because if he isn’t mistaken, those same lips were busy the night of the party; and jaebum isn’t prone to jealousy, he never found it thrilling enough, but he feels its tremors in his chest, like gentle reminders, nudges in the right direction. though, what drives his tongue, is the colorful splash of curiosity that roams his thoughts, like a sea that houses the endless boats of teasing that swim forward to their destination of a flustered darcy. after all, that’s jaebum’s usual goal when he’s around darcy – a constant, nearly infinite, desire to make him squirm; to pull him apart only to put him back together again, a tender sort of game.

so he waits until darcy pauses, which takes another minute, and even then it seems like it’s only for a breath. jaebum reaches forward to press a hand against over the book that sits between them. he’s much closer, now; leaning; fitting his lips into a smile that looks as innocent and idiotic as it is intuitive.

“okay, that’s all cool and stuff and really neat. but, darcy, i think i need another tutor. i have someone in mind – he’s tall, kind of looks scared.” he pauses, almost looks serious. “because what i want to learn is how i can get a boy like you to shove his cute little tongue down my throat like you did to him. can you learn that? do you have to be born with it – ?