Jin couldn’t help but lean into the warm hand around his waist; he felt so secure when Ahn-Bo-ah held him that it was hard to think he might ever let go again. There had never been much consistency in Jin’s life between eomeoni being tossed out for having him, her marrying and moving them to the apothecary, his running away, and then the constant turmoil that was living with Abeoji— but this? This was consistent. Ahn-Bo had been by his side for the better part of his little life by now and Ahn-Bo-ah always held firm, no matter what happened. Jin had come to rely on him, and he hadn’t yet realized quite how much.
He felt some tap open up as these thoughts began to swirl; like some valve he’d shut off inside that had started to dribble years ago was now being released. The sentiment warmed his cheeks and softened his grin as Jin smiled into their kisses. He never wanted to do anything else again; not sing, not laugh, not play a single instrument. Just this. Too bad they were coming upon breakfast, fast.
Jin could hear stirrings in the hallways that were probably too far away for Ahn-Bo just yet, but the palace was waking. He could pick up the sound of feet shuffling in the direction of the dining hall and sleepy voices drifting. Jin pulled back slightly, but he didn’t go far as he pressed their foreheads together. “Ahn-Bo-ah,” he hummed softly. “We should probably head to the dining hall before we miss breakfast.” It was a suggestion, but only vaguely. Jin was perfectly fine skipping a meal— he did it often in fact. But he knew Ahn-Bo couldn’t bear it on the best of days. He didn’t want to be the reason his friend starved and then had a miserable morning of classes thereafter.
He felt some tap open up as these thoughts began to swirl; like some valve he’d shut off inside that had started to dribble years ago was now being released. The sentiment warmed his cheeks and softened his grin as Jin smiled into their kisses. He never wanted to do anything else again; not sing, not laugh, not play a single instrument. Just this. Too bad they were coming upon breakfast, fast.
Jin could hear stirrings in the hallways that were probably too far away for Ahn-Bo just yet, but the palace was waking. He could pick up the sound of feet shuffling in the direction of the dining hall and sleepy voices drifting. Jin pulled back slightly, but he didn’t go far as he pressed their foreheads together. “Ahn-Bo-ah,” he hummed softly. “We should probably head to the dining hall before we miss breakfast.” It was a suggestion, but only vaguely. Jin was perfectly fine skipping a meal— he did it often in fact. But he knew Ahn-Bo couldn’t bear it on the best of days. He didn’t want to be the reason his friend starved and then had a miserable morning of classes thereafter.
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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.