It was cruel of Seojin-a to tease him like this. Just small kisses, and one on his nose. (The real kiss that had come just before it didn’t count anymore.) Ahn-Bo’s bottom lip protruded in a pout - it was mostly playful - but there was a tiny bit of realness behind it. “You’ve always been very special,” he muttered grumpily. Although, even he would admit he wouldn’t have agreed to miss a meal up until they’d been sitting at the piano.

And then, in a moment that he would remember and regret in completely embarrassment, he pulled a page from his friend’s playbook. “Ani, Jin-aaaaaaa. I want to stay here with you.” He whined. Yes, whined. It would be only minutes later that he would cringe and hope that they never spoke about what he’d just done again.