Ahn-Bo Jeong
Ahn-Bo had held his breath as he waited for Seojin-a's response. They'd gotten to the heart of the matter (finally), and it was whatever was said next that would dictate how—or if—they moved forward. He could nearly hear Seojin-a's wheels turning as he mulled over what he'd said. It was difficult to be patient on a good day; it was impossible for him to sit still, his fingers fidgeted with the edge of the blanket. Finally, an answer came, and he was able to take his first lungful of breath.
Then, the one thing Ahn-Bo had been wanting from his friend had finally come. Seojin-a had admitted that he didn't like Min-Jee-yah. That much was obvious. They could have saved a lot of trouble and heartache over the last few weeks if the vampire had just been truthful about this in the first place. It didn't seem like it would be helpful to bring it up. He saved it in his back pocket for later, just in case something like this happened between them again. He heard more rustling and then felt Seojin-a's cool finger against his forehead. Thankfully, not where his cut was healing. With a laugh, he gently wrapped his hand around his friend's wrist so that he could guide him in the dark to the target he'd been aiming for. With his cheek successfully poked, he (reluctantly) removed his hold.
The one request Seojin-a made was easy to agree to. Ahn-Bo nodded in the dark. "Okay... but can you at least tell me when you need one instead of just disappearing?"
Then, the one thing Ahn-Bo had been wanting from his friend had finally come. Seojin-a had admitted that he didn't like Min-Jee-yah. That much was obvious. They could have saved a lot of trouble and heartache over the last few weeks if the vampire had just been truthful about this in the first place. It didn't seem like it would be helpful to bring it up. He saved it in his back pocket for later, just in case something like this happened between them again. He heard more rustling and then felt Seojin-a's cool finger against his forehead. Thankfully, not where his cut was healing. With a laugh, he gently wrapped his hand around his friend's wrist so that he could guide him in the dark to the target he'd been aiming for. With his cheek successfully poked, he (reluctantly) removed his hold.
The one request Seojin-a made was easy to agree to. Ahn-Bo nodded in the dark. "Okay... but can you at least tell me when you need one instead of just disappearing?"
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Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.
He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.
Set by the amazing Fox! • plot with me
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Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.
He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.
Set by the amazing Fox! • plot with me




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