ft. @wxnabi
everyone’s got bad habits. it’s the curse of the forbidden fruit, the smell of its sweetness begging on tender knees for the littlest taste, its shine swearing that its juice would drip down one’s chin at the bite. beomseok’s all too familiar with the allure of the pome, has long sank his teeth into its supple flesh and devoured the fruit whole. it’s fitting, isn’t it? after all, he’s never one to balk at an idea, especially one that violates society’s most boring decorum. no, he takes the forbidden fruit as an inviting challenge, chases after it with that glint in his fangs, and he’s never been one to conceal the fact that he’s always hungry for more. never understood the need for it.
so everyone’s got bad habits, ranging from the sorts to tickle scathing onlookers a pretty red, to the sorts that will have you stumbling down a shady alley in search of shadier company. as for beomseok? well, he’s got all of them.
here is one rearing its pretty head now, that clink to follow the collision of fingernail against alloyed coin. he watches it take flight, linger momentarily in the air, before hurrying back into his open palm. beomseok wrinkles his nose in disdain, a minor tic to betray his thoughts on this stimulating class. what is it about ethics that makes him ache to do the unethical?
if only for the lack of things to entertain himself with in this dullness, he scans the room lazily, notes the heavy eyes and heads resting sluggishly on propped palms to echo his sentiment. it’s at this point that she catches his eye, his seatmate with the intense scribbling to stick out like a sore thumb. past the curtain of her dark tresses, he catches her focused gaze, studies the curve of her button nose, and the corner of his lips pull into a little smirk. there’s this way in which entertainment finds him, and with her, well… consider him found. he flips the coin.
“penny for your thoughts?” the question falls a little louder than a whisper, the decibel hovering precariously between subtlety and spotlight. he watches the coin soar, readies to catch it in a fist as it dives back toward him. and it’s only when the coin’s finally safe in his palm that he turns his gaze to regard her, and he cocks a brow to tease out her response.