Jin shrugged a single shoulder at Ahn-Bo’s question. The truth was, he only really liked the song because it reminded him of them in one of the very few soft moments Jin had of his childhood. It wasn’t directed at him, and he certainly hadn’t been welcome to oversee, but their hanok had been small appended to the back of the apothecary shop. There were only so many corners for one to sit. Myeong had been sick that winter and his mother feared the worst. “It… reminds me of something I lost,” he said cryptically. And while true, Jin wasn’t sure he had a right to be sad about it. He’d willingly given them up; it didn’t matter that it had been the right decision for their family.
Turning to smile more fully at his friend, Jin nudged Ahn-Bo gently. He might have lost a lot once, but he’d gained so much more that he was sure he never would have found if he’d made any other choice. And while maybe it didn’t erase all the horrors from home, that didn’t mean he regretted it at all. Jin was… mostly at peace with having left. He hadn’t been needed there anyway. At least Abeoji wanted him.
“I’m sentimental at best,” he teased with another shrug. “And if this is the only way I can remember them, then it’s good enough for me.” Jin turned towards his friend a little more fully. It was early for him to be up and free; quidditch practice must have been brutally cold. “How did you sleep?” He asked, reaching up to brush his finger gently against Ahn-Bo’s warm cheek. He was blushing, maybe, or just feverish. “Was practice alright this morning?” Jin didn’t want to fuss but he worried easily. As much was obvious from the pinch in his brow.
Turning to smile more fully at his friend, Jin nudged Ahn-Bo gently. He might have lost a lot once, but he’d gained so much more that he was sure he never would have found if he’d made any other choice. And while maybe it didn’t erase all the horrors from home, that didn’t mean he regretted it at all. Jin was… mostly at peace with having left. He hadn’t been needed there anyway. At least Abeoji wanted him.
“I’m sentimental at best,” he teased with another shrug. “And if this is the only way I can remember them, then it’s good enough for me.” Jin turned towards his friend a little more fully. It was early for him to be up and free; quidditch practice must have been brutally cold. “How did you sleep?” He asked, reaching up to brush his finger gently against Ahn-Bo’s warm cheek. He was blushing, maybe, or just feverish. “Was practice alright this morning?” Jin didn’t want to fuss but he worried easily. As much was obvious from the pinch in his brow.
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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.