Ahn-Bo's efforts were rewarded by a pouty blush as Seojin-a whined about the unfairness of it. The vampire's predictability amused him to no end. He huffed a laugh that sounded more like a gasp thanks to his rapid breathing. And then, something in Seojin-a's expression changed. It was open and honest, brimming with affection and admiration. The black center of his eyes grew larger, while the surrounding golden brown and greens receded. The darkening of his friend's eyes, the barely noticeable hitch in his breath—it all had Ahn-Bo's heart pounding recklessly in his chest. His own expression would be like looking into a mirror, with the same adoration and attraction reflecting back at Seojin-a.

And then, the vampire had reached for him, his cold finger a gentle caress against the Quidditch player's cheek. Ahn-Bo held his breath, not daring to move (or even breathe) so he wouldn't startle Seojin-a. This moment could last however long his friend wanted. They could spend the night like this—live here, even. He would have zero complaints. Forever wasn't in the cards (for now). The vampire released his touch, a sweet smile on his face. Only then did he begin to breathe again. Ahn-Bo's stomach swooped, as if he'd just free-fallen with his broomstick, as he gave Seojin-a a knowing smile.

"Neomuyeppeo," he murmured, giving his face one final sweep before pushing himself to the side to free his friend. Then, he continued their conversation as if nothing had happened. Grinning playfully, he retorted with, "It's fair—I have speed and you have stealth."