Ahn-Bo laughed nearly as much as Jin—who, despite nearly squirming completely off the bench, had miraculously continued to play without interruption. (Because of course he did; that’s how talented he was!) With Jin having wiggled away, he was perched precariously on the other side of the bench as far from Ahn-Bo’s reach as he could get. It wasn’t a very effective maneuver. The quidditch player had gleefully continued his kisses as Jin pulled away, simply sliding further and further along the bench to follow his retreat. Jin-a couldn’t go far if he wasn’t going to relinquish the piano keys. For all intents and purposes, he was trapped.

And then, as Ahn-Bo leaned in again to continue his barrage of ticklish kisses, Jin had pushed himself to the very edge of the bench—and then they both toppled over, taking the bench along with them and a cacophony of wood hitting wood, wood hitting bodies, bodies hitting bodies, and a clunk from the piano keys as Jin’s fingers were ripped away from them.

Ahn-Bo had tried his best not to land on anything fragile as they’d tumbled to the floor—but the bench wasn’t very tall, and the fall was over quickly—so he hadn’t managed to do much of anything. He’d landed on top of Jin with an “oof.” There would be some extra bruises on his legs by noon, but he wouldn’t complain one bit.

Their accident had brought them in a position reminiscent of when they’d tripped in that yomogi field. The first time Jin had touched his cheek in a way that was far more than friendly. Beneath him, Jin laughed. Ahn-Bo huffed a laugh himself, ”Ne.” He was perfectly fine, but was Jin-a? It seemed like he was, but just to be certain,”Gwenchana?”

The tease was so Jin-a that Ahn-Bo laughed again. ”Ani, you’re the one who fell. I was just trying to catch you.” A lie—it was very much his own fault—but he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to flirt with his blushing simkung. He made to lift himself off the vampire’s chest—hopefully he wasn’t crushing him, but so far he seemed okay?—far more slowly than required. Just in case Jin-a wanted him there, and because he was reluctant to move.

It was no secret that Ahn-Bo liked to crack jokes and tease. For some of their classmates, it had gotten old quickly. The majority of them just rolled their eyes unless he was particularly clever, which was when he might get a chuckle. Sometimes his jokes annoyed Jin-a, but most of the time he went right along with them. Even when he was annoyed, he still wouldn’t be able to hide a quirk of his lips or secretly amused huff. They were far too wrapped up in their sweet little bubble for that, though. ”Dangyunhaji,” he agreed innocently.

Just as he’d been hoping for, Jin wrapped his arms around him and kept him from pulling away. His heart fluttered again, a soft blush spreading from his cheeks to his ears. It wasn’t like Ahn-Bo had any intention to protest, but even if he had, the appearance of his friend’s dimple would have done him in. The quidditch player would have had to have been in a rare foul mood to deny Jin-a a single thing. The vampire had him wrapped around his little finger. It was all he could do to gaze moon-eyed and nod his understanding. Yes. He would stay here for however long Jin-a wanted.

The moment got even better-Jin pulled him closer. His sleepy, gold and green eyes were all Ahn-Bo could seem to see, and then he was being given another soft kiss. He sighed happily against the vampire’s lips as he returned the kiss. The feeling of Jin’s body beneath him, the infatuated look on his face as he stared up at Ahn-Bo. Gods, he was so lucky to have met him. And then he went back for another kiss, and another, nearly missing the tell-tale zip down his spine before it settled elsewhere. Ssi-bal he’d gotten too enthusiastic and needed to stop before this got truly embarrassing. As it was, the train was already firing up to leave the station.

Before he could decide what to say, there were footsteps bearing the classroom. And quickly. Heart pounding for an entirely different reason now, the quidditch player leapt to his feet and pulled Jin-a up right along with him. They scrambled to right the bench. When Sensei rounded the corner to poke her head in, Jin had been returned to his proper place on the bench and Ahn-Bo stood beside him, hands clasped innocently behind his back.