Ahn-Bo had tried his best not to land on anything fragile as they’d tumbled to the floor—but the bench wasn’t very tall, and the fall was over quickly—so he hadn’t managed to do much of anything. He’d landed on top of Jin with an “oof.” There would be some extra bruises on his legs by noon, but he wouldn’t complain one bit.

Their accident had brought them in a position reminiscent of when they’d tripped in that yomogi field. The first time Jin had touched his cheek in a way that was far more than friendly. Beneath him, Jin laughed. Ahn-Bo huffed a laugh himself, ”Ne.” He was perfectly fine, but was Jin-a? It seemed like he was, but just to be certain,”Gwenchana?”

The tease was so Jin-a that Ahn-Bo laughed again. ”Ani, you’re the one who fell. I was just trying to catch you.” A lie—it was very much his own fault—but he wasn’t going to pass up an opportunity to flirt with his blushing simkung. He made to lift himself off the vampire’s chest—hopefully he wasn’t crushing him, but so far he seemed okay?—far more slowly than required. Just in case Jin-a wanted him there, and because he was reluctant to move.