Ahn-Bo was relieved to hear Seojin-a was sleeping better. His morning spells were nowhere near Seonsaengnim’s, and even he had struggled to help the vampire stay warm enough. The quidditch player wanted desperately to suggest that they share a bedroll and body heat, but between being confident he would embarrass himself come morning and the fact that the room was open to everyone made it impossible. Just because he and Seojin-a were okay with their relationship didn’t mean everyone else was.

His eyes had drooped even more as he listened (which he was! Still very much listening!) to his simkung share about his own passion. So the song he’d overheard him playing had been different than what he was used to hearing him play. And he was writing it? His friend’s talents had no limits.

Did any of the scribbles he’d see in Seojin-a’s notebook over the summer made it into the song? And then… he learned it was about himself. (Possibly, but he was going to with one hundred percent yes.) Before he could react, the rest of the information - particularly that it wasn’t ready for sharing - was a bit of a letdown. He’d just been about to ask to hear it fully. Likely why Seojin-a had said it so quickly in the first place.

His eyes had flown open and he reared back slightly, just enough so that he could look the songwriter in the face. Ahn-Bo’s own expression was that of wonder and awe. “I’d love to hear it, whenever you’re done,” he forced himself to say first, as he knew was the right thing to do, and then he couldn’t help himself, and his animated chattering began: “Is it really about me? What’s it like? How long have you been working on it? Is it in your notebook?”