THIS IS NOT HOW HE EXPECTED TO SPEND HIS EVENING. Hours prior, before his self-control ( or lack thereof ) lead him to over indulging on beverages, he’d have imagined himself doing what he usually does at parties — sneaking away with some random face to indulge in more pleasurable desires and whims. Fifteen minutes prior, he’d have thought he’d be taking a walk of shame back to the his common room by now, high that came with his intoxication mixing with guilt and regret. But alas, of all the possibilities and thoughts of where he could be, he was currently stuck atop a table, brows furrowed as he watched spiders scurry to and fro, intent on escaping whatever predators were chasing them from their webs. Terrible. It’s not that he’s afraid of spiders ( he is, honestly, but he won’t readily admit that ), it’s just he doesn’t like having them crawling on him — or close to him at all. They are there, varying in sizes and although they’re not massive, they are there. A simple solution would be to use his wand, but he doesn’t have it; blasted thing is in his blazer, aggressively thrown once he spotted a couple crawling on the sleeve of it. It was such a stupid thing to do, but in the heat of the moment he sheds it like snake skin and jumped on the stupid table he’s trapped on. He chews his bottom lip because what is he supposed to do? And then there he is, a possibility and the only option he can go with at the moment. ❝ Moonbin — ! Hey, hey, ❞ Daehyun attempts to not look like how he feels — fucked. ❝ My buddy, my friend, listen. I need your help, ❞ he pauses, eyes widening as he notices a tiny little spider on his pants leg. He jumps, smacking his legs multiple times until he’s sure it’s gone. Then he straightens, clears his throat, tries to look composed. ❝ I’m not afraid, I’m just allergic this . . . this is why you have to help me. ❞
( ꜰᴏʀ ——— @bmoonbin )
