If Jin felt a flutter at Ahn-Bo’s happy little chirp, he tried not to show it so obviously. He didn’t like letting Ahn-Bo see when he was self-conscious or craved drank in the validation. It felt like weakness and he was tired of being sad little Seojin-ah. He wanted to be someone Moon Ahn-Bo could be proud of; not someone he was constantly having to uplift and protect all the time. Jin would always have his insecurities and his things, but he didn’t need Ahn-Bo-ah to save him anymore. He wanted to be there to do the saving sometimes too.
At the slight tease about Cha-ssi, Jin felt his cheeks heat and not in a warm, fun way either. He’d never uttered a word to Ahn-Bo-ah about how he’d thought she was pretty once upon a time. And she’d been nice to him early on in the way others hadn’t. It wasn’t reason enough to like her fully in that way, but it had certainly thawed Jin to the pretty Joseoneo girl from the village next to his. Now they were just friends, and that was good enough for him.
He raised his elbow to nudge Ahn-Bo in the ribs with a scoff. “Not everything I do is about you,” he teased lightly. Though that was a lie, probably. This song had been more about his home life but Jin wasn’t about to admit that aloud. He was saved from having to elaborate at all as Ahn-Bo moved closer almost in retribution and kissed him all along the cheek as Jin played. A peal of laughter he couldn’t help bubbled out again and Jin shied away. He was ticklish and Ahn-Bo-ah knew that! “Hajima, hajima!” he protested as he nearly slid off the bench. But never once did Jin skip a single note.
At the slight tease about Cha-ssi, Jin felt his cheeks heat and not in a warm, fun way either. He’d never uttered a word to Ahn-Bo-ah about how he’d thought she was pretty once upon a time. And she’d been nice to him early on in the way others hadn’t. It wasn’t reason enough to like her fully in that way, but it had certainly thawed Jin to the pretty Joseoneo girl from the village next to his. Now they were just friends, and that was good enough for him.
He raised his elbow to nudge Ahn-Bo in the ribs with a scoff. “Not everything I do is about you,” he teased lightly. Though that was a lie, probably. This song had been more about his home life but Jin wasn’t about to admit that aloud. He was saved from having to elaborate at all as Ahn-Bo moved closer almost in retribution and kissed him all along the cheek as Jin played. A peal of laughter he couldn’t help bubbled out again and Jin shied away. He was ticklish and Ahn-Bo-ah knew that! “Hajima, hajima!” he protested as he nearly slid off the bench. But never once did Jin skip a single note.
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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.