Ahn-Bo was warm against him, despite his complaints about being cold. Maybe it was just their combined warmth or maybe he’d been angling, but either way— Jin did not want to let go. He could feel the big quidditch player relaxing into him as they chatted and, even if he didn’t know Ahn-Bo-ah was getting sleepy and closing his eyes, he suspected it from the soothing lilt in his voice as if it was sliding. He smiled to himself and nuzzled into the side of his friend’s head. If they’d been at that stage, he might have even kissed him gently there. As it was, Jin just tucked his nose into the smell of amber and spice.
Sitting like this it was easier to bring up the song he was working on. The embarrassment of it was still there, but it was something Jin wanted to share with Ahn-Bo. ‘Friend’ wasn’t really a strong enough word for what they were anymore, but it was even more reason Jin felt like opening up about the little, silly things in his life. After many years together as merely friends, and then these past two months being…. whatever more than that, he’d long since learned Ahn-Bo-ah did care and find every dumb thing he said interesting. Even if Jin himself felt like it was silly. So he found himself, more and more, just… sharing. Musing. And cuddling. Definitely cuddling.
He almost let out a soft noise of protest as his sharing pulled Ahn-Bo from his arms however. He didn’t go far, and the look on his face was eager and excited, but he still tugged back. Jin laughed at the flurry of questions that followed the compliment.
“I said it might be about you,” he corrected, teasingly. “Parts of it are in my notebook, but not all of it,” and then with a hum of thought “mmm… I’m not sure how long I’ve been working on it. At least since December,” but probably even before. The melody was familiar, like it had been sitting in the back of his head and in his chest for years, just unrealized. Another soft blush bloomed on his face at the thought. “But probably since I met you,” Jin heard himself add, shyly. He’d never had the right instrument with the right sounds to bring it to life, but the more he thought about it— ne, he had been carrying this song around for years. “Maybe now I’ll finally be able to finish it,” he said, softening around the edges as his embarrassment ceded to lovesickness.
The expression stole across his features, softening every line on Jin’s face, as he reached up to touch Ahn-Bo again. It was a gentle little brush of fingertips but he ran his left index finger down the bridge of his friend’s perfect, pointed little nose and then let it float across to one of his cheeks before cupping his face gently. Jin smiled again and his thumb rubbed another small circle there, unable to help itself.
Sitting like this it was easier to bring up the song he was working on. The embarrassment of it was still there, but it was something Jin wanted to share with Ahn-Bo. ‘Friend’ wasn’t really a strong enough word for what they were anymore, but it was even more reason Jin felt like opening up about the little, silly things in his life. After many years together as merely friends, and then these past two months being…. whatever more than that, he’d long since learned Ahn-Bo-ah did care and find every dumb thing he said interesting. Even if Jin himself felt like it was silly. So he found himself, more and more, just… sharing. Musing. And cuddling. Definitely cuddling.
He almost let out a soft noise of protest as his sharing pulled Ahn-Bo from his arms however. He didn’t go far, and the look on his face was eager and excited, but he still tugged back. Jin laughed at the flurry of questions that followed the compliment.
“I said it might be about you,” he corrected, teasingly. “Parts of it are in my notebook, but not all of it,” and then with a hum of thought “mmm… I’m not sure how long I’ve been working on it. At least since December,” but probably even before. The melody was familiar, like it had been sitting in the back of his head and in his chest for years, just unrealized. Another soft blush bloomed on his face at the thought. “But probably since I met you,” Jin heard himself add, shyly. He’d never had the right instrument with the right sounds to bring it to life, but the more he thought about it— ne, he had been carrying this song around for years. “Maybe now I’ll finally be able to finish it,” he said, softening around the edges as his embarrassment ceded to lovesickness.
The expression stole across his features, softening every line on Jin’s face, as he reached up to touch Ahn-Bo again. It was a gentle little brush of fingertips but he ran his left index finger down the bridge of his friend’s perfect, pointed little nose and then let it float across to one of his cheeks before cupping his face gently. Jin smiled again and his thumb rubbed another small circle there, unable to help itself.
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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.