epdarcy:
his parents always pushed darcy to reflect on his thoughts and to carefully think about his own words - that everything he said, had some sort of meaning and can affect his life. and his years in the witty words of his peers in ravenclaw tower always made him think twice before he spoke. because you could never know when his fellow housemates had a sharp word and a quip ready when you spoke to them. but with jaebum, he somehow found himself throwing all of those warnings away, that his comebacks were more like vomit than witty phrases.
and at this point, he was pretty sure jaebum was well aware of the hold he held darcy in. how darcy found himself on jaebum’s mercy and becoming flustered whenever the older became adventurous with his words. it was like the hufflepuff knew what exact word or phrase to cause darcy to blush or to lose composure. and darcy wasn’t sure how much longer he could last before he made a complete fool in front of himself due to jaebum’s forward behavior.
oh there it was. the thing that would make darcy go a little crazy. to hear jaebum fully admit in real life that he had gotten a boner from last week’s party from just watching himself dance and make out with honbin was confusing. how did jaebum have so much confidence to admit such a thing to darcy, the ravenclaw wasn’t sure at all. that’s one thing, he already feels a bit shy about the whole ordeal, but hearing jaebum to admit so freely, he is a bit shocked. for once darcy park is lost for words. “ i’m not going to discuss my sex life with you alright !” his cheeks becoming more redder as the moments passed, unsure how to even answer jaebum’s question. all he knew was the librarian was going kick them out soon if they didn’t leave the library on their own accord. but with a soft sigh, maybe darcy could give him one answer. the easiest at least. “ and the boy i was kissing was an ex-boyfriend of mine, hongbin..it’s really embarrassing alright, i don’t know what came over me” darcy admitted with a soft pout.
nope, nope, there was no way darcy was actually going to answer any of jaebum’s questions, at least not right now. therefore taking matters into his own hands and not wanting to lose whatever part of his reputation he had left, darcy stood up from his seat and made his way to jaebum’s side of the table.” come on let’s go, i’m not gonna ruin the sanctity of the library because you get a hard on whenever you catch my ass in muggle jeans.” his snappy behavior returning as he struggle to remain composed with the other’s words. his fingers gripping the hufflepuff’s arm as he pulled ( well tried ) jaebum up from his seat. “ come on, get up, if you behave enough i’ll be sure to do whatever you want !” darcy’s voice a bit urgent, worried that he would lose whatever dignity he had left if he continued to have this conversation in a public area. “ let’s go, we can even go back to your dorm if you want, but i don’t want madame pince to murder me because we’re messing around the library. “ he continued on a bit desperately, tugging on jaebum’s once more.
he followed without protest -- his lips fit themselves into a sweetened smile; he looked blissful, thinned eyes, warmed cheeks. he stood and he walked and let his fingers skate over darcy's arms, a teasing pattern against fabric. this was his goal: to fluster, to complicate, and once achieved, jaebum's movements became languid with victory. there was an edge of cockiness to his walk, blind confidence as he smiled, let his arms sway.
"you forget i've only seen your ass in muggle jeans once -- but you're free to slip into them now, give a demonstration. is that what you meant? you were going to recreate the party with me in his seat?
"you're right -- the library is no place for that. my dorm is better. fuck it, i'll even get in some jeans, too. we can have our own little party." each word was laden with suggestion -- his voice was heavy and smooth, like thick, bloated silk; one that simmered in the air, pressed against it. the smile remained on jaebum's lips, impish as ever.
something about this ordeal felt familiar, not in the way they walked, nor in the way he pointed out the way to his chambers; the gravity of the situation, the pull of the ground on his wrists, his fingers. the way he seemed to orbit around darcy in a familiar but foreign way; as though he were reading a beloved book, its pages worn, the words weary. darcy, even flustered, remained an image of pride; intelligence escaped through his pores; he felt wise, inventive, and jaebum had no other option but to adore these missing pieces of himself. there was nothing he could do but admire the way he taught him week after week, and taunting only made him more tangible, as if jaebum could still reach him. it was his own way of way of making sure this wasn't a dream.
this made their tread light, the path short. once his surroundings became familiar, jaebum took the lead -- it was natural to step forward, to guide. to point to a barrel off to the side with a knowing smile; to knock against it with little effort, and to turn just as confident, just as easy.
"darcy, darcy, darcy. i guess i'm not the best at charms but i'm charming you, huh? how many times do you go to people's dorms after tutoring?" his eyes widened, assumed, and he leaned close, took darcy's hand to lead him inside to the corridor, his feet set pointed to his chamber. "maybe you do it a lot -- darcy, my heart is racing just thinking about this. am i another one of your conquests? another nick on your bedpost? will i be the most handsome man you kiss, darcy? 'cause you'll be the prettiest one i ever will."
