Ahn-Bo Jeong
Finally, it was there. He could see it in Seojin-a's eyes—the dark centers wide and surprised, the gold and green shrinking in their wake. Their cold noses just barely brushing, plumes of their warm breaths swirling between them. It almost appeared as if his simkung was in disbelief at the revelation. As if he hadn't expected it. Which... didn't make much sense to Ahn-Bo when his rather obvious actions of the last few weeks were considered. Either he hadn't been fully listening, or he truly didn't understand the explanation if Seojina's first response was anything to go by. They could sort that out later.
For now, his simkung's frigid fingers brushed his cheek just as they had in the mountains last month, searching for yomogi. Except this time, they both knew what the mutual adoration and attraction reflected in their eyes meant. "Ahn-Bo-ah," he repeated, completely smitten. He'd been calling Seojin-a informally for years now, and now finally, the vampire was on the same level. His belly was swirling and swooping and dipping as if it were the golden snitch, leaving him breathless and excited. Even with his own cheeks stinging against the bite of the air, he knew the vampire was even colder. (As evidenced by the feel of the fingers against his skin—his own was cold, but Seojin-a's were like ice.) If only the heat from his blush could reach all the way to his fingertips.
Ahn-Bo huffed a laugh at Seojin-a's question. Things had been cleared up, and now he was ready to move forward. "Now, we go to the dining hall before we miss lunch." He was grinning from ear to ear, giving his simkung/s waist one last final affectionate squeeze before releasing him. The pair headed back inside, ears, nose, and cheeks a sharp red. Thankfully, the midday meal was a warm soup. Between that (of which Ahn-Bo had seconds) and his persistence that Seojin-a wear his scarlet scarf until he was truly warmed up, they managed to thaw out. The rest of the day was spent sneaking lovesick glances at each other and finding any excuse they could to be as close as possible.
For now, his simkung's frigid fingers brushed his cheek just as they had in the mountains last month, searching for yomogi. Except this time, they both knew what the mutual adoration and attraction reflected in their eyes meant. "Ahn-Bo-ah," he repeated, completely smitten. He'd been calling Seojin-a informally for years now, and now finally, the vampire was on the same level. His belly was swirling and swooping and dipping as if it were the golden snitch, leaving him breathless and excited. Even with his own cheeks stinging against the bite of the air, he knew the vampire was even colder. (As evidenced by the feel of the fingers against his skin—his own was cold, but Seojin-a's were like ice.) If only the heat from his blush could reach all the way to his fingertips.
Ahn-Bo huffed a laugh at Seojin-a's question. Things had been cleared up, and now he was ready to move forward. "Now, we go to the dining hall before we miss lunch." He was grinning from ear to ear, giving his simkung/s waist one last final affectionate squeeze before releasing him. The pair headed back inside, ears, nose, and cheeks a sharp red. Thankfully, the midday meal was a warm soup. Between that (of which Ahn-Bo had seconds) and his persistence that Seojin-a wear his scarlet scarf until he was truly warmed up, they managed to thaw out. The rest of the day was spent sneaking lovesick glances at each other and finding any excuse they could to be as close as possible.
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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


