you sure you are not french? ( ` his eyes narrow in a playful manner, sparing only a brief glance at his slytherin companion because, well, he simply cannot take his eyes off the present. the setting is an exact replica of the day they met, the static exchange between them instant, and jeonghan knew then that veovis would have a permanent place in his life. although fate can be surprising, and now jeonghan is left to wonder where he stands in his best friend’s life. more importantly, jeonghan wonders where veovis stands in his. the thought makes his lungs twist and heart clench, as he watches the waves touch the toes of their miniature selves, and jeonghan wishes he could relive the same moment all over again. ) i can tell. gloating isn’t at all necessary. ( ` when their lips press against each other, jeonghan tastes a hint of fresh mint, the mild scent of coffee awakening his senses, fire spinning in the pit of his stomach, engulfing his insides in flames. he tells himself to pull away, pull away - this is not what you wanted to happen - but instead, his body moves on its own, hands moving to cup the other’s face between gentle hands, deepening the kiss just enough for veo not to pull away so abruptly. and when they finally do, thumbs graze the forming pink on the other’s cheeks. once their gazes meet, jeonghan retracts his hand, clears his throat. ) i– i guess it’s time you get your present. don’t expect much, though. i’m not… ( ` romantic, he wants to say. ) cheesy. ( ` he drags himself out of bed - all exposed torso, and comfortable pajama pants - to a small, packed bag that settles at the corner of the room, where his overnight clothes are stuffed. he rummages through the mess that represents his current situation in life - deep, he thinks - and pulls out a tiny box - dainty and red and velvet. he plops back on the bed, back on the mattress, immediately regretting his decision when he feels the sudden pull of sore muscles. ) here. ( ` he says, simply, holding up the small box between his fingers. it contains a pair of silver rings, engraved with words on the inside. one ring says, if you’re a bird; the other, then i’m a bird. )
⟶ ☀ oh no, you caught me [ ‘ his visage is the perfect imitation of a man surprised, his pale hand placed upon his bare chest, his bottom lip jutted out into a half-hearted pout ] what gave me away, mon coeur? the accent? [ ‘ a french man has every right to slap him at the back of his head at the rather mocking reprise, but the boy should know that his french is more fluent than this farce ] or was it the kisses? [ ‘ he does not know where he gets the confidence--there is a knot in his stomach that refuses to unravel; gravel in his lungs that make it harder to breathe. but it’s an ache that can be forgotten, especially when his senses are filled with nothing but the sweetest notes of vanilla and strawberry. in those breathless seconds, veovis feels as if he could do anything--he could sail the seas and be known as a magizoologist, he could escape from his mother’s gaze, free himself from the chain of her expectations. in those breathless seconds, he feels as if he can forgive ] -- [ ‘ but those seconds are just that--seconds. and the instant the haze of infatuation clears after the lingering kiss, he is reminded of how wrong this is, of how this rendezvous shouldn’t have ended up here, of how--] ah. [ ‘ he gasps, distracted by the porcelain of jeonghan’s skin, and it takes a lot for the elder jung to not wrap his arms around his exposed waist and pull him back to the bed with him ] what’s this? [ ‘ he’s smart enough to know that only a single possibility could be contained in the velvet box, but he is careful enough to always ask first and never assume. brow quirked, he plucks the box from the other’s grasp, cradling the tiny thing in his open palm as his other hand flips the lid to display what is inside ] ...oh. [ ‘ his tone is of muted surprise, and for a while, the talkative brat is reduced to a speechless heap, all wide-eyes and slack jaws as his mind runs through every possible symbolism behind the gift--from the silver of the paired bands to the nostalgic engraving ] w-wow. [ ‘ as always, his first instinct is to depend on megalomania ] i know i’m great, but who knew you’d be the one to propose? [ ‘ he doesn’t miss a beat when he extends his left hand, his smirk smug despite the violent thuds echoing against his ribs ] go on. don’t leave me hanging, mon coeur.
