In the seconds between Seojin-a giving in to his complaint and their returning to the bench, Ahn-Bo was rather satisfied with himself. His friend could be horribly stubborn at times, and he hadn’t truly expected to be able to stay here together. And yes, he was very hungry, partly because his stomach was well attuned to when mealtimes were (he didn’t even need to know the time, that’s how reliable it was), but also because the early morning practice had taken a lot out of him.

The sound of his vampire’s delight at the new name made him decide then and there that would forever be what he called him. Jin. Nae Jin-a. The sweet kiss on the nose and swoony look in his eye solidified it. Ahn-Bo asked anyway, a swoony grin on his face, “Do you like it?” Mostly because he just wanted to hear Jin-a gush over it, and maybe kiss him again. Anything that would keep the vampire looking at him like that.

The quidditch player ignored his stomach letting out another unhappy rumble. It was worth it. There was no doubt in his mind as he followed Seojin-a back to the bench like a puppy. “Always so clever,” he commented appreciatively as he slid down beside him, and then his smile turned teasing, “It almost seems like you’ve done this kind of thing before.” Which to be fair, could have been possible. But Ahn-Bo chose to believe that it wasn’t. This was his first time doing something like this, so it had to be Jin-a’s as well.