It did not escape Jin’s notice that Taesu was very, very polite. It endeared him to the newcomer, more maybe than anything had yet. Jin felt himself softening as the third player— the invader, for all intents and purposes— settled into their home. (Not that he wasn’t glad of the distraction, he supposed. For how much he adored Ahn-Bo, things had been grim as of late and he was tired of walking around with a giant, now wolf-sized hole in the center of his chest.)
They curled into his quiet little corner and Jin prompted Taesu with a few, albeit nosy, questions. He was still curious about the newcomer and wanted to both make him feel welcome, but also understand him better. The response was a bit of a surprise, but maybe it shouldn’t have been. He was an orphan. That would explain why he’d come so willingly… or why it seemed that way at least. (Again Jin felt that prickling sensation on his skin at the thought of what Abeoji could possibly have in mind for a boy of Taesu’s caliber. If he was only skilled in cleaning, there was no reason to dress him so nicely and introduce him as their brother. He was too pretty for that anyway.) Brushing aside these rather morbid thoughts though, Jin nodded along encouragingly.
“Well, we don’t always get to chose here either,” he admitted with a small shrug. Then, leaning forward a bit to whisper under his breath, Jin added. “But I like to sneak things from the assistant chef when Suksu-nim isn’t looking. He can be kkadaro un saram, so just be careful.” And with that he sat back in his seat and looked casually over his shoulder. It didn’t seem the chefs had heard him. Thank goodness.
Taesu’s following question caught his attention quickly though and Jin felt himself grow a little awkward. “Ah, well,” he ducked his gaze and fiddled with a corner of the small table, avoidantly. “You’ve met Eun-ho, and presumably… Abeoji?” Jin spared a glance at his new brother for confirmation before counting. “I guess, aside from the staff, there’s really only one more,” so far. He paused just this side of too long before saying: “Ahn-Bo-ah.” (The way he said his friend's name and the misuse of the honorifc completely escaped Jin's notice, used to it by now as he was.) He half debated leaving it at that, but he didn’t want to leave his response so open ended as to invite further questions. So, he tacked on a shrugged little throw-away statement that he hoped was as casual as he meant for it to sound. It wasn't. “He’s our other— brother.” (It would help if he didn’t choke on the word 'brother' like it was a disease. Jin was still getting used to that weird and uncomfortable parallelism.) He hesitated to say anything more though. He didn’t know if Abeoji wanted Taesu to be made aware of Ahn-Bo’s lycanthropy and he wasn’t exactly willing to risk his hide over sharing a detail he didn’t want to discuss anyway. Beyond that— there was nothing else to tell.
Jin gave another small shrug. “He’s around here somewhere, brooding. I’m sure you’ll meet him eventually.” And with that, he hopped up to fetch them each a small bowl of whatever soup had begun to waft over to them, eager to put physical distance between himself and the topic.
They curled into his quiet little corner and Jin prompted Taesu with a few, albeit nosy, questions. He was still curious about the newcomer and wanted to both make him feel welcome, but also understand him better. The response was a bit of a surprise, but maybe it shouldn’t have been. He was an orphan. That would explain why he’d come so willingly… or why it seemed that way at least. (Again Jin felt that prickling sensation on his skin at the thought of what Abeoji could possibly have in mind for a boy of Taesu’s caliber. If he was only skilled in cleaning, there was no reason to dress him so nicely and introduce him as their brother. He was too pretty for that anyway.) Brushing aside these rather morbid thoughts though, Jin nodded along encouragingly.
“Well, we don’t always get to chose here either,” he admitted with a small shrug. Then, leaning forward a bit to whisper under his breath, Jin added. “But I like to sneak things from the assistant chef when Suksu-nim isn’t looking. He can be kkadaro un saram, so just be careful.” And with that he sat back in his seat and looked casually over his shoulder. It didn’t seem the chefs had heard him. Thank goodness.
Taesu’s following question caught his attention quickly though and Jin felt himself grow a little awkward. “Ah, well,” he ducked his gaze and fiddled with a corner of the small table, avoidantly. “You’ve met Eun-ho, and presumably… Abeoji?” Jin spared a glance at his new brother for confirmation before counting. “I guess, aside from the staff, there’s really only one more,” so far. He paused just this side of too long before saying: “Ahn-Bo-ah.” (The way he said his friend's name and the misuse of the honorifc completely escaped Jin's notice, used to it by now as he was.) He half debated leaving it at that, but he didn’t want to leave his response so open ended as to invite further questions. So, he tacked on a shrugged little throw-away statement that he hoped was as casual as he meant for it to sound. It wasn't. “He’s our other— brother.” (It would help if he didn’t choke on the word 'brother' like it was a disease. Jin was still getting used to that weird and uncomfortable parallelism.) He hesitated to say anything more though. He didn’t know if Abeoji wanted Taesu to be made aware of Ahn-Bo’s lycanthropy and he wasn’t exactly willing to risk his hide over sharing a detail he didn’t want to discuss anyway. Beyond that— there was nothing else to tell.
Jin gave another small shrug. “He’s around here somewhere, brooding. I’m sure you’ll meet him eventually.” And with that, he hopped up to fetch them each a small bowl of whatever soup had begun to waft over to them, eager to put physical distance between himself and the topic.
Taesu Jeong & muse song
* kkadaro un saram = "picky or fastidious person," / "Someone who is difficult behaves in an unreasonable and unhelpful way"
* kkadaro un saram = "picky or fastidious person," / "Someone who is difficult behaves in an unreasonable and unhelpful way"
![[Image: HjIYkam.png]](https://i.imgur.com/HjIYkam.png)
* 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.