If Jin felt a flutter at Ahn-Bo’s happy little chirp, he tried not to show it so obviously. He didn’t like letting Ahn-Bo see when he was self-conscious or craved drank in the validation. It felt like weakness and he was tired of being sad little Seojin-ah. He wanted to be someone Moon Ahn-Bo could be proud of; not someone he was constantly having to uplift and protect all the time. Jin would always have his insecurities and his things, but he didn’t need Ahn-Bo-ah to save him anymore. He wanted to be there to do the saving sometimes too.

At the slight tease about Cha-ssi, Jin felt his cheeks heat and not in a warm, fun way either. He’d never uttered a word to Ahn-Bo-ah about how he’d thought she was pretty once upon a time. And she’d been nice to him early on in the way others hadn’t. It wasn’t reason enough to like her fully in that way, but it had certainly thawed Jin to the pretty Joseoneo girl from the village next to his. Now they were just friends, and that was good enough for him.

He raised his elbow to nudge Ahn-Bo in the ribs with a scoff. “Not everything I do is about you,” he teased lightly. Though that was a lie, probably. This song had been more about his home life but Jin wasn’t about to admit that aloud. He was saved from having to elaborate at all as Ahn-Bo moved closer almost in retribution and kissed him all along the cheek as Jin played. A peal of laughter he couldn’t help bubbled out again and Jin shied away. He was ticklish and Ahn-Bo-ah knew that! “Hajima, hajima!” he protested as he nearly slid off the bench. But never once did Jin skip a single note.

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

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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.

  

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Despite his protests, Jin was infinitely pleased with the attention and the ticklish little kisses. He relished in the sound of Ahn-Bo’s laughter despite retreating further and further down the bench, wanting to wrap himself up in it like a blanket. He didn’t realize how close they were to the end however until they both quite literally went over the side in an accidental topple of the whole bench.

Jin’s eyes grew wide and owlish at the cacophony of sound that resulted. His first thought was ssi-bal, the piano! It was expensive and Western and very prized by Sensei! If they damaged it screwing around, he’d be done for and Abeoji would most certainly get a letter home which would mean— but the bench was fine. And so was he and so was Ahn-Bo-ah who had landed in a heap on top of him. Jin relaxed and let his head rest back against the floor with one last laugh. Then he sighed and rubbed a hand tiredly across his face. This was a lot of energy for so early in the morning but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.

His breathing slowed a bit and Jin tilted his head slightly to search for his friend’s gaze. “Gwenchana?” he chirped, but Ahn-Bo-ah was a lot closer to him than Jin had originally expected. A soft blush heated his cheeks but the smile lingered. He reached up to poke his friend in the cheek. “This was your fault,” he teased, lightly.

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* are you ok?

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

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.

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Jin responded to Ahn-Bo’s inquiry into his own well being with a gentle “ne” that was more breath than it was sound. He was still warm from the flush of how close they were but he teased in an effort to dispel any awkwardness. It had been both their faults for goofing around but he snorted a slightly louder laugh at the ridiculous twist Ahn-Bo managed to find in the truth. “Oh I see,” Jin chirped, playing along. “I should be grateful then.”

The smile that tugged his left dimple into existence was endlessly amused, even as Ahn-Bo-ah made to peel off him. On impulse - or instinct, Jin wasn’t exactly sure which - he wrapped his arms around his friend’s shoulders in protest. “Anieyo,” he said softly. Ahn-Bo was larger than him, yes, and his shoulders had started broadening a few years ago to give him the full physique of a beater, but he wasn’t so big and heavy that he really crushed any part of Jin. At least not in a way the lithe little vampire was unwilling to be crushed.

“Yeogi isseo,” he hummed, face heating more than before. But Jin held firm. They hadn’t been this close ever, other than the few little accidents that had prompted them to get to this stage in the first place. Even today hadn’t been particularly intentional, but Jin snuggled in anyway. Ahn-Bo-ah was warm and he was tired. He tugged his friend closer and pressed a sweet, sleepy little kiss against his lips. If something darted down Jin’s spine like a spark, he ignored it. Pointedly. (Before he embarrassed himself.)

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* Jin takes potions and enchantments at times to give his voice a persuasive quality.
His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.