If Ahn-Bo had come upon a couple cuddled up in a classroom, essentially wrapped around each other, and staring into each other’s eyes like two puppies staring at a bone, he would have retched at the far too much mushiness and ridiculousness of it all. But as one half of the couple, he was far too busy experiencing butterflies and blushes with hearts in his eyes to even bother himself with the realization. Seojin-a was writing a song about him—or inspired by him at the very least—and his stomach did another delighted twirl. Hardly anyone had songs written about them, and to have someone as talented as his simkung doing it… it made him feel… He wasn’t quite sure how to name the feeling. ‘Special’ didn’t seem strong enough. Treasured, maybe?

His friend's hand was just as cool to the touch as it always was, and Ahn-Bo welcomed it. It meant Seojin-a was touching him—something that had very quickly become one of his favorite things. He grinned like a complete fool as the fingertip ran down the length of his nose, and then Seojin-a's soft palm was cupped around his face. Ahn-Bo leaned into it ever so slightly. (Also objectively ridiculous.) "So it is about me," he mused playfully, "Is it about how handsome I am? Talented? The living example of utter perfection that can do no wrong?" While his tone was teasing, he was genuinely curious to know what it was about him that seemed to have connected everything that Seojin-a had needed.