He laughed at Seojin-a’s quip, because what else was there to do? The sooner they could move on from it (and maybe his friend would forget it ever happened), the better. Ahn-Bo would be over it soon enough, just so long as he was given some time to recover his wits. But he didn’t get any time at all-Seojin-a’s cold fingers were suddenly against his lips and it was all he could do not to startle like a deer caught in the moonlight.

Ahn-Bo snorted in amusement before he opened his mouth and let the jujube be popped onto his tongue. It was possible he may have closed his lips more quickly than necessary simply so he could have an excuse to have his lips against his friend, and it was also possible his tongue had darted into a little lick, but he’d never admit it. The taste of Seojin-a’s jujube stained fingers would be his own little secret. “If they do, you’ll have to chew my food for me, like a mother bird.” This time, his laugh was real.