The discordant plunk of piano keys had them bursting apart. Ahn-Bo had hardly even noticed the growling of his belly—the crashing sound that had him scrambling up from the bench, red-faced and breathless. They’d just been caught, and—oh. Seojin-a was laughing. It was then that it clicked. They weren’t caught; the vampire had unknowingly pressed some keys. Likely with some part of his arm, based on how they’d been intertwined. Ahn-bo huffed a laugh, shoulders drooping as the tension left him.

Seojin-a didn’t seem to know what to do next. Well, good thing Ahn-Bo certainly did. This was an entirely new angle to their relationship, and he didn’t know whether this would become a regular thing or if this was just a “it happened once” thing. For him, it was the latter. They could have discussed it, but the quidditch player was still dizzy from their kiss, a tugging in his lower belly incredibly distracting on top of that. (And if he left it up to Seojin-a, it would be several months of living within this limbo of the unknown.) Ani, he wasn’t doing that again—especially with something as thrilling as this.

Rather than say anything at all, he reached his hand out toward his simkung, still seated on the bench with a hopeful and flirty little smirk. ”Ira-wa.” As soon as Seojin-a was within reach, Ahn-Bo grabbed his hand and tugged him just as close as they’d been on the bench. Except this time, rather than side by side, they were nearly chest to chest. This felt… far more intimate than before. There was still some empty space between them, which would keep him from embarrassing himself so long as Seojin-a didn’t pay close attention.

And then he was kissing him again, picking up right where they’d left off before the startling interruption.