Despite his protests, Jin was infinitely pleased with the attention and the ticklish little kisses. He relished in the sound of Ahn-Bo’s laughter despite retreating further and further down the bench, wanting to wrap himself up in it like a blanket. He didn’t realize how close they were to the end however until they both quite literally went over the side in an accidental topple of the whole bench.
Jin’s eyes grew wide and owlish at the cacophony of sound that resulted. His first thought was ssi-bal, the piano! It was expensive and Western and very prized by Sensei! If they damaged it screwing around, he’d be done for and Abeoji would most certainly get a letter home which would mean— but the bench was fine. And so was he and so was Ahn-Bo-ah who had landed in a heap on top of him. Jin relaxed and let his head rest back against the floor with one last laugh. Then he sighed and rubbed a hand tiredly across his face. This was a lot of energy for so early in the morning but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
His breathing slowed a bit and Jin tilted his head slightly to search for his friend’s gaze. “Gwenchana?” he chirped, but Ahn-Bo-ah was a lot closer to him than Jin had originally expected. A soft blush heated his cheeks but the smile lingered. He reached up to poke his friend in the cheek. “This was your fault,” he teased, lightly.
Jin’s eyes grew wide and owlish at the cacophony of sound that resulted. His first thought was ssi-bal, the piano! It was expensive and Western and very prized by Sensei! If they damaged it screwing around, he’d be done for and Abeoji would most certainly get a letter home which would mean— but the bench was fine. And so was he and so was Ahn-Bo-ah who had landed in a heap on top of him. Jin relaxed and let his head rest back against the floor with one last laugh. Then he sighed and rubbed a hand tiredly across his face. This was a lot of energy for so early in the morning but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
His breathing slowed a bit and Jin tilted his head slightly to search for his friend’s gaze. “Gwenchana?” he chirped, but Ahn-Bo-ah was a lot closer to him than Jin had originally expected. A soft blush heated his cheeks but the smile lingered. He reached up to poke his friend in the cheek. “This was your fault,” he teased, lightly.
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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.