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Ahn-Bo followed Jin, mostly so he could admire the way he looked from the back without being noticed. As they entered an area of the club that was more brightly lit (and consequently, more populated), he realized they weren't far from the games tables. When they'd been younger, they'd frequently played card games together. Jin was a notorious cheater, and Ahn-Bo was particularly slow at catching on. There had been an abundance of good-natured shouting and cards tossed about.

Between the club's shifting layout and the rather distracting sense that he wanted to taste every person they passed (which was somewhat troubling, as it was incredibly specific and he had Jin-a right here with him—why would he have even bothered with anyone else?), he ultimately lead them to a smaller drinking station. Not once had he ever seen one in this area. It was easily explained away given the extra bodies the event had brought in, along with the enchanted hallways themselves. Whether it was deliberately placed there by the staff or the club itself had decided that was what they needed, he was more than willing to oblige. "Let's grab another drink," he suggested, feet already striding toward the bar in question. Perhaps he should tell Jin-a that he was feeling strange... though he didn't want to worry him nor ruin their chance to have fun. Not when the vampire seemed like it may have been growing on him...

The bartender didn't even ask which drink he wanted—they had taken one look and shoved another red cocktail in his hand. He took a drink and cheerfully faced his brother. "Do you–" His words died in his throat as his focus narrowed on the soft pulse in Jin-a's slender throat. It was just hiding just beneath his utterly attractive jawline. If he could just get closer, he knew it would be a delicious experience for the both of them... Ahn-Bo's pupils dilated at the thought. The question vanished as he simply enjoyed his beverage, content to admire the view.

  

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When Ahn-Bo did not take the lead, Jin began to wander aimlessly on instinct. He’d gravitated towards a better lit space and immediately regretted it as they passed over the threshold. His eyes were starting to feel sensitive to— everything. The transition from darkness to light, the details of other patrons’ clothing. His hearing too caught more - or filtered less - than he was used to. (A tinkling laugh, the sound of someone’s crude joke.) Jin rolled his shoulders back and stretched his neck hoping to dismiss it but a restlessness had dug under his skin and refused to wane.

He was happy to oblige when Ahn-Bo suggested another drink. Whatever this sensation was, Jin felt like a little alcohol might take the edge off. He’d only had one drink so far but he didn’t feel inebriated or at a loss of his faculties (yet). He’d stick with the same if it was rather light. Similarly to Ahn-Bo, the bartender gave him one look and handed him a drink, and to his credit, it was exactly what Jin had been aiming for. He took a hearty sip before turning towards his brother who had started to say something.

One look and Jin felt all his senses alight towards the edge. His skin tingled in anticipation; his eyes drank in the dilation of Ahn-Bo’s pupils; his nose caught a hint of the amber scent he was so used to; but more than anything else, his ears caught the faintest thump of Ahn-Bo’s pulse in his jugular. For the first time in his life Jin wondered what would happen if he bit his brother with the express intent of drawing blood. And drinking it.

The thought flickered away as quickly as it had come and Jin laughed despite himself. It was a breathy, open, uninhibited laugh that bared his pointed canines. What should have scared him only made goosebumps rise on his spine. He knew what Ahn-Bo’s blood tasted like but only incidentally. He’d never drawn it on purpose.

Pressing closer to his brother and inclining his head to expose his own collarbone experimentally, Jin flashed Ahn-Bo a pointed grin. “Bo-ah,” he chirped quietly, one hand coming up to tug playfully on his brother’s sleeve. “Show me the rest of your place.” He wanted to experience all of it. If this was a haunt of Ahn-Bo’s where he spent a good deal of his time, Jin needed to know what was here. And what wasn’t.

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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.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

The sound of his brother's laugh hit him as if it were a physical thing. A rush of warmth raced down his veins. This was different. Maybe he'd read more into Jin-a's laughter than he would have without the influence of alcohol. It didn't prevent his skin from prickling as if it were very, very real. He stood as if frozen in place, battling the impulse to close the distance between them. A few seconds later, Jin had done it for him.

Now that they were closer, averting his gaze was impossible. Especially so when ever so slightly, Jin had tilted his head to expose the spot he had zeroed in on even further, a daring glint in the vampire's golden eyes. Ahn-Bo's throat went dry and he swallowed hard. The reasoning for why he shouldn't give in was becoming less and less convincing. And the way Jin had said his name... he had very distinct memories of when Jin said it that way; it certainly wasn't brotherly.

An automatic step forward was accompanied by a breathy laugh of his own. He leaned into Jina-'s space—under the pretense of the noisiness of the patrons and music from the performance—at least, that was what he told himself. Ahn-Bo felt his hand ghost his brother's right wrist, the one hidden from view by their bodies, his thumb stroking the delicately raised vein there. When he spoke, it was for the vampire's ears only: "Don't worry hyeung, I will be thorough with showing you everything." The double meaning dripped from his voice like heavy silk, his intentions unmistakably clear.

It felt physically painful to release Jin's wrist and step back, but he managed. Ahn-Bo forced a carefree grin as he tore his eyes away from the exposed collarbone. "Let the tour continue." He said grandly, turning his back to Jin so that he wouldn't see the werewolf's teeth bite down around the rim of his glass. It didn't take long for them to enter the gameroom, the air smoky with pipesmoke and candlelight. They settled themselves at the only available table. Made of dark mahogany with a deep, velvety red surface, it was enchanted to release cool air around its occupants that would help combat the heat from the crowd.

Ahn-Bo polished off his drink as the dealer provided them with the game details they were about to play: écarté. He could count on one hand how many times he'd played it. Based on how easily Jin blushed, there was no doubt that he would win the two-person bluffing game. He could read his brother from a mile away. He took a few minutes to explain the game to the vampire before motioning toward the deck on the center of the table. During which, another crimson drink was delivered to their table. With a wide smile on his lips that were beginning to stain red, he declared, "Guest of honor starts as dealer."

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Closing the appropriate distance that was between them had not been an abstractly good idea. Firstly, because Jin was still somewhat (somewhere deep down) concerned about the perception of their being seen together being too friendly; but secondly, because from this distance every sensitivity and restless whim he’d been struggling to drink away from before only strengthened. The sound of the crowd was louder here. More people were laughing and yelling to be heard over the spinning of a phonograph or twelve. It was their only saving grace as Ahn-Bo dipped closer to say something and Jin leaned forward to meet him as if deaf, when really he just couldn’t help himself.

A single touch was all it took for the restless angst thundering in Jin’s blood to simmer to the surface. It felt like something had been uncaged in his chest, some chimera that was trying to claw out of his ribcage. He didn’t know what to do with it, or what it wanted (besides Ahn-Bo), and so he sucked in a sharp breath and held it. At his brother’s intentional purr, Jin felt his head spin.

Something was definitely different here. He didn’t know if it was the press of emotion all around from the patrons, or maybe the environment itself, but there was certainly something affecting him and Jin wasn’t sure yet if he should be worried. He did, embarrassingly enough, react quite viscerally to Ahn-Bo the majority of the time, especially when they were alone. But this was something else entirely. This felt… uncontrolled. Like any moment he was going to bomb the very peace he was so desperate to create both externally and - perhaps - between them.

Clearing his throat, cheeks warm, Jin tucked his nose back into his glass. He prayed that something, anything, would dampen his senses but this drink was not strong enough. (Apparently.) He finished it off and left his glass on the bar as he made to follow his brother to the next locale.

A room full of smoke and silence seemed promising as Jin followed Ahn-Bo to a table. Here the environment was significantly quieter, with the occasional roll of dice or swiping of cards underlining the hum of elegant chatter. There was an occasional raucous laugh, but there were certainly less eyes. Jin settled himself into a chair and tried to make sense of the rules as Ahn-Bo explained. He wasn’t sure he had the patience for a card game presently - what with this thing clawing at him within - but he’d do his best.

“Bold choice,” he noted, the hint of a grin tickling his lips. “I’m not sure I have the presence of mind for a game,” Jin admitted. “But we can try.” He didn’t know the rules well enough to cheat here yet anyway. He dealt the cards and bemoaned to himself the fact that there was a third person stationed by them so he couldn’t do anything to distract his brother. Nothing fun anyway. But playing cards was one of the gentlemanly things British gents did, wasn’t it? It would be good to be seen here of all places. Even if he was bored out of his mind. (Besides, Jin thought smugly. At least he’d pulled Ahn-Bo’s attention away from whatever was happening on that stage from before. Not that he’d realized that it had bothered him until now.)

Glancing at his cards and trying to make sense of them, Jin looked up and grinned at his brother. He leaned his elbows on the table like a child, tauntingly, and gave the other a predatory look. “Your move, I think.”

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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.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

It was out of character for Jin to be so restless. Ahn-Bo chuckled at his lack of patience. Though Ahn-Bo didn't necessarily have the appetite for the card game either—not with the simmering look he did his best to ignore. It made him want to pounce over the table and test just how divine Jin's collarbone tasted. The vampire was usually the one that curbed their flirtations in public. This was definitely not that. Maybe it was the alcohol. He was the brother that was notorious amongst the Jeongs for not being able to hold his liquor, after all. Ahn-Bo lacked self-control on a good day. Now here he was, three drinks into the evening, and his emergency brake was nonexistent.

"You can't look at me like that," he muttered as quietly as he could, hoping that only Jin would hear. Even if others did overhear, the words were innocent from a bystander's perspective. The craving beneath his skin had him shifting in his seat. Focus.

After a peek at the cards he'd been dealt, one dark brow lifted. With deliberate eye contact, he bluffed: "I propose that we keep our hands as is. Do you accept my proposal?" It was at this point that he was supposed to be watching his opponent closely for any signs of a tell—but instead he found himself fixated on the set of full lips before him.

Without shifting his focus, the glass was raised to his mouth once again. The glowing red substance splashed up somewhat, because that's what tended to happen when you weren't paying attention to what you were doing. The tip of his tongue darted out as he licked his lips, savored the flavor, and imagined that it was Jin's skin he tasted instead. Unaware that he had missed it, a tiny droplet of the crimson substance settled at the corner of his lips.

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Jin smirked heartily at the look Ahn-Bo gave him over his cards. He was trying to be distracting since it was the only tactic he had available to him, but the response was even better than he’d have hoped. Pupils enlarged, shifting in his seat— there was no focus on the other side of the table and Jin was smug. If he’d been any less of a gentleman he’d have kicked off his shoe and made a play under the table but he wasn’t that vulgar. Or desperate to win. Yet.

Instead, the half-vampire sat up and ran a hand through his tidy hair, mussing it. His fringe was almost long enough to hang in his eyes and it was certainly long enough to pull on which he did, a little impatiently. Ahn-Bo finally responded and Jin flashed him another toothy grin. So he was staying. “I’ll accept any proposal from you, Bo-ah,” the little vampire hummed in response, a little singsongily. (Maybe there was some modicum of alcohol in these drinks. Not that Jin had one at present.) He had just made to take his own move when Ahn-Bo’s little splash diverted his attention.

Like a hunter spotting its prey out in the open, Jin felt his gaze narrow. That cagey, trapped feeling in his chest roared at the sudden, desperate urge to touch that he knew was absolutely impossible. There was no way Ahn-Bo had done it on purpose and yet he benefited solely from the distraction and frustration that scrawled itself obviously across Jin’s face. Deciding that he could make do with tidying his brother up from a distance without throwing anything, Jin made a small noise under his breath. His fingers twitched just slightly and a gust of wind blew up from Ahn-Bo’s lap sending the cards - and that splash - flying.

Jin laughed at the outcome, pointed canines flashing under the dim lights. When he regained himself and grinned back, it was without any of the restraint he normally had to hide his fang-like features. A single dimple peered out over the mess as he gave an innocent little shrug. “Guess the game is over. Does that mean I win?”

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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.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

The thread of self-restraint was wearing thin; there were only a few taut strands remaining. Jin didn't even know how to play this game, and still he was trying to cheat. His incredibly effective method of choice? Distraction. Ahn-Bo's jaw clenched. He knew exactly what his brother was doing. It didn't make the messy hair (and hair pulling, gods) any less potent. He'd sent everything in his arsenal, dropping the intimately casual nickname that he'd only ever used in private, along with the innuendo. The werewolf had to physically keep himself in his seat, grasping the underside of the mahogany table with both hands. Hopefully the club wouldn't mind his additional carvings—ten half-moons from clinging to the table like it was his lifeline.

A familiar and utterly out-of-place gust of wind swept across the table and up and over him. It tousled his hair and clothes. The cards shot into the air in all directions, fluttering down like cherry blossom petals in the spring. They decorated the floor, while some had landed on the occupied tables nearby. Ahn-Bo had known immediately that it was Jin-a's doing; it didn't keep him from a startled jump nor the wide-eyed stare as he surveyed the mess they'd made of the room. He whipped his head in Jin-a's direction at the cocky question. Ssi-bal, that smile. The tension between them was so thick he thought he might be able to see it. (It was more likely the smoky atmosphere, but when you're three drinks in and ready to climb your hyung like a tree, romantic liberties were acceptable.) He was going to combust, exploding just like the cards had.

Before he could respond, the dealer appeared at their table with a firm, "The club requests that you excuse yourselves from the game room." Ahn-Bo flashed an amused grin at his brother as he stood from the table, though he directed his attention to the staff member in question. "Of course, our apologies for the disruption." The pair exited the same way they had entered.

They pushed out into the bright, busy hallway once more. Apparently, neither of them was going to be well-behaved this evening. "I can't believe you just did that!" he laughed. It felt nostalgic. They'd been kicked out of the school's library more times than he could count because they were disruptive. In all fairness, Ahn-Bo had typically been the instigator. Jin-a had gone right along with him most occasions, so he was just as guilty as the werewolf.

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In all fairness, Jin hadn’t meant to make such a mess. He’d been trying for a soft breeze that would merely scatter the cards in his brother’s hand, not the whole table or disrupt the other groups. His magic sometimes had a mind of its own though - it always had - and the tiger in his chest must have urged it along because the spectacle was well worth being kicked out over. And they were, subsequently. Quite promptly indeed.

Jin bowed apologetically to the gentleman who said as much and followed on Ahn-Bo’s tail as they wandered back into the busy hall. At the look of astonishment on the wolf’s face, Jin burst out into another easy laugh. “Mianhe, mianhe!” he exclaimed, almost growing shy, but there was nothing remotely apologetic in the look on his face. It was all charismatic dimples and a wide grin that Jin tried to hide behind his hand. “I didn’t think it would make such a mess!” If he tripped into his brother because he wasn’t paying attention, he caught himself quickly.

The hall was busy and noisy and overwhelming again, even as the close distance made him focus on the soft sound of Ahn-Bo’s breath. Straightening, still with a mischievous grin and knowing he ought to be mortified but not quite able to feel it, he inclined his head to the right. “What’s over there?” Jin asked, beginning to head in that direction. They still had the whole rest of the place to explore after all. And the night would not last forever. (Neither would his patience.)

As Jin wandered past the busy tables full of increasingly drunk patrons, the roar of the beast in his lungs thundered. He looked over his shoulder to make sure Ahn-Bo was following him and then waited for a moment as a someone tripped into him. “Mianhiyo,” Jin heard himself apologize, not realizing it hadn’t come out in English. The man laughed as if he’d said something funny and steadied himself on Jin’s arm. “You’re not from around here are you?” He asked. Jin’s eyes widened a bit and a soft blush stole over his cheeks. “Um, well actually—” but he never finished his sentence, fumbling his English as he was, and someone else draped themselves over the first man’s shoulder. This second gentleman eyed him up and then down. “Have we met?” he asked, intentionally.

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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.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

The effect of the dimpled smile should have diminished somewhat after a decade. Yet, every time his brother decided to flash it his way (not nearly as often as Ahn-Bo wanted, though he was being quite generous with it at the moment), his stomach released butterflies.

Likely influenced by the two drinks he'd had, Jin-a had warmed up to the club. He'd even begun to lead the way to... well, they didn't have a specific destination in mind, but it was the meandering that he led. Ahn-Bo was content to follow–if anyone caught him staring at his brother's ass, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Jin could gripe as much as he wanted about the English's restrictive clothing; the werewolf had developed an appreciation for it, particularly the way it fit the vampire.

The alcohol had fully absorbed into his blood stream–he felt light and cheerful, though that darkness lurked just beneath it. At the moment, the sounds of the club drowned out what would have been a clue that it wasn't just the alcohol's affects. Briefly, his brother paused to look for him. Ahn-Bo's smirk vanished the moment a man had crashed into Jin. The expected quick apology and each would carry on their way didn't happen. The werewolf narrowed his eyes as he caught sight of the man who was still touching his vampire's arm. His pace quickened; his fury sharp.

Just as he reached them, another man appeared–apparently acquainted with the first, based on how he hung onto the person. He hadn't been close enough to hear the exchange between the trio. The blush on his brother's cheeks was a pretty strong clue, however.

Not quite as smoothly as he would have liked, he pushed himself between the first man and Jin, delibaretly warapping his arm around his shoulders and pulling him closer. The move made the first gentleman release Jin's arm. Good. That had been the plan. He gave the pair of English men his most dazzling of smiles, unaware that for this evening, it resembled a wolf baring it's teeth. Normally, Ahn-Bo was up for a rousing conversation with anyone who would engage. Tonight, he had absolutely nothing to say. His eyes shooting daggers at the two men who were clearly very interested in his hyeung.

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Olixander was quite happily drunk indeed. His homecoming was going about as well as it might and he’d only made a nuisance of himself once so far this evening before finding his way back to his friends. They were (all of them) like cockroaches, skittering in and out of one another’s range. Or maybe it was just that there were actually a few more people than he’d thought that he kept seeing that he knew and wanted to say hi to— nonetheless! He was wobbly and cheerful and had been searching for one of them when he’d spotted that. New meat.

There was something obvious in the way the kid moved, in the way his easy smiles floated straight back to the person humming along behind him. They were close, of that much he could be sure. But how close, and in what way, Oli was too drunk to care. He hadn’t pushed his friend into their path on purpose, but well. Maybe he had.

“Have we met?” He drawled easily, the hyper fixation on this kid’s glowing skin buzzing in his chest. It was utterly translucent and he looked like a porcelain doll. (Damn these drinks were strong, Oli thought absently. Or maybe it was the stuff he’d snorted in the bathroom. Whatever.) He was eagerly awaiting the new kid’s response when the other one barreled forward and the full height and weight of him became apparent. Two green eyes narrowed slightly at the show of— whatever this was. If something unnatural skipped in his brain, Oli didn’t notice.

“I know for certain we haven’t met,” he drawled again, flashing the predatory one a winning smile. Mierda, he was going to dream about that.

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Jin felt like a deer in the headlights. He didn’t know what had crashed into his charisma so suddenly but he felt off balance, like he was loosing all sense of awareness for a moment. The second man, the dark haired one, was giving him a look that Jin could recognize across a room. And - while flattered - he was in no mind at all to pay it any attention. (And maybe some small part of him should have been concerned that he was so obvious so as to even receive such an invitation, but that was a problem for another day.) In this instant he had bigger things to worry about. Like Ahn-Bo’s sudden movement which caught Jin entirely by surprise.

In retrospect, perhaps it shouldn’t have. Jin knew Ahn-Bo was a wild card, worse perhaps when he was drunk. It just wasn’t very often (read = never) that they encountered situations quite like this. Or what Jin was suspecting this was shaping up to be. He immediately hunched as a familiar arm wrapped itself around his shoulders but Jin frowned, hard, as the dark haired man’s gaze shifted to his brother. He didn’t like that look any better. “I don’t suppose you have,” he heard himself grumble in Joseoneo.

Shrugging off Ahn-Bo and standing on his own two feet, Jin reached out a hand right in the middle of the four of them with a forcedly marked smile. “Seojin Jeong,” he introduced. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr…?” “Blackwood,” the man reciprocated, accepting it. “Olixander Blackwood.” If he lingered, Jin shook him off easily. “Blackwood.” The name sounded rough and foreign on his tongue. “My brother and I were just on our way to have another drink. I’d ask if you and your party cared to join us but…” a third one had jostled into them yelling something about a card game “you seem to have your hands full.” Jin’s voice, while usually soft and round, had a hardened edge to it. “Perhaps we’ll see you again,” he offered. Then, turning to Ahn-Bo assuming he might have something to say given that he’d been awfully quiet, Jin inclined his head in the direction they’d been going. He didn’t like the way this Blackwood character was looking at Ahn-Bo.

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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.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

It took a moment for his senses to catch up to him. Right. They were meant to be brothers now. Brothers didn't get jealous over each other, especially not during an annoying yet harmless conversation. Ahn-Bo forced himself to relax his hold on Jin-a... though he couldn't quite get himslf to peel his fingers from his shoulder.

Brothers or no, Ahn-Bo would never refuse someone who wanted to admire him. The look he received was just the same as the one given to Jin mere seconds ago. Too drunk to notice, his fury had dissipated just as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by amusement (for now, at least.) He snorted appreciatively at Jin's snarky response. They were on the same page then. Neither wanted to spend time with these people. Although they did appear to be well-off based on their comportment and clothing. They were likely people that they were supposed to want to hang out with.

Hyeung saved him from having to go sort out how his hands worked and merely shrugged out from beneath Ahn-Bo's arm. The werewolf wanted to immediately pull him right back where he belonged—especially when Jin-a offered a handshake to Olixander Blackwood and co. As etiquette dictated, he popped his own introduction into the conversation before the vampire continued. Had Ahn-Bo not known any better, he would have thought his brother was about to invite them along to the bar. The polite dismissal that Jin offered was tactful. Less tactful was the way that the hard edge of his voice made Ahn-Bo's blood heat. He was distinctly reminded of their own (though brief) card game.

Had Jin not been with him, Ahn-Bo would likely have folded right into the group. Blackwood and his friends were good-looking, and they seemed like they were skilled at having fun, both of which were requirements for any 'friend'-types he selected. "Another time," he murmured, supporting his brother's words. He could feel Blackwood's eyes on him, so his gaze flicked up to meet them head-on.

  

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Jeong. Olixander had heard through the grapevine about the Jeongs. Or at least of their existence, nothing material. As he appraised them both now, the smaller (Seojin?) and the taller (he’d already forgotten), something felt just this side of off about their relationship, but he didn’t care enough to see it through. The irritation obviously lacing the smaller one’s voice was amusing enough.

They turned to go but not without another glance from the extraordinarily attractive one. Olixander beamed at him and snickered behind his teeth at the slight huff the brother gave. His two idiot friends had already turned away, none the wiser, but he watched as the Jeongs sauntered off. “See you,” he echoed, thoughtfully.

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Irritation laced every facet of Jin’s personality and he couldn’t get away from Blackwood and his cronies fast enough. What had started as a confusing albeit flattering interaction had left him with a nasty taste in his mouth. He was used to the green-eyed monster sitting on his shoulder every time he went out with Ahn-Bo somewhere in public, but this was too much. Or maybe it was just amplified by the tiger still pacing restlessly in his ribs and the alcohol beginning to swim in his head.

By now the effects of the drink where starting to make Jin reckless. The prowling wildness in his chest was making him sweaty and anxious, as had the look in Blackwood’s eye that he couldn’t stop thinking about. Ducking towards the first set of doors that didn’t have some kind of mob lined up in front, Jin prayed it would lead somewhere quiet so he could breath.

On the other side of the doors he pulled up short. It was quiet, but it was also dark and slightly damp. A stone corridor leading down a set of stairs marked with torches hanging from the wall led them to spirits knew where. Jin gave his brother one frustrated look before beginning the decent without a word. He had said he wanted to see every crevice. Well, this was one of them.

At the bottom, the tunnel opened up to a series of arches behind which there seemed to be… some kind of bath house. Steam rose up from the various pools: some normal, some bubbling, and some strangely colored or smelling. Jin hardly noticed as the heels of his pinched shoes clicked against the last few steps. All he could think about was the roiling anger that was growing like some kind of monster behind his eyeballs. Jealousy was an overwhelming thing, and for Jin it was usually repressed so far down he hardly gave it a single notice. And if he did, he certainly couldn’t do anything about it. But this time it was festering. Building up like a pot ready to boil over.

A quick scan told him there was nobody about. (Logical, given the chaos raging upstairs.) So, without thinking too much about what he was doing, Jin rounded on his brother with a furious, low growl.

He shoved Ahn-Bo back up against whatever surface was closest, not giving a single care if it was a sharp corner or not. (It wasn’t, thankfully.) “I hate the way they look at you,” he ground out between grit teeth. "All of them!" It was infuriating, always knowing what people were thinking and never being able to do or say anything about it! It was Ahn-Bo’s fault. Of course it was, for being so good looking, ssi-bal! With a sound that was as much possessive as it wasn’t, he pinned his brother in place and pressed up against his chest before crashing their lips together.

(It did nothing to simmer the boiling rage under his skin.)

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His performances, or even a simple conversation, can sometimes suggest thoughts
and ideas to his audiences.

Ahn-Bo Jeong

Completely oblivious to the inner turmoil Jin was dealing with, he watched Blackwood saunter off to whatever hole he crawled out from. Without a word, Jin was moving, and Ahn-Bo went right along with him; despite his intoxicated haze, there was a niggling concern over his brother's behavior. Things that had been somewhat amusing before were now crossing the line of something the Jin he knew would never do.

They crossed into an area of the club that he'd never accessed—nor known about, frankly. What was this place? He returned the vampire's frustrated look with a bewildered one of his own. Is this where the Veil kept the people that misbehaved? Was it the staff's living quarters? Was it—his lips curled into a smirk—a sex dungeon? That was something they hadn't tried yet...

As they made their descent and the sounds of the club drifted away, the sound of Jin's heartbeat became more apparent. From his vantage point two stone steps above the vampire, he caught a glimpse of the curve of his pale neck. Deep brown eyes zeroed in on the side of his throat; just above the starched collar of his shirt. The temptation was mouthwatering. Ahn-Bo wanted nothing more than to rip the collar of his brother's shirt so he could see it fully.

The stairs leveled into a humid tunnel, the myriad of scents from the room within already clinging to his skin and clothes. Before Ahn-Bo could snag his brother with a claw, he was being shoved against a cold stone wall. The cool moisture dampened the back of his shirt, sending a delightful shiver down his spine. It was nearly sensory overload—their breaths and the sound of the blood being pushed through their veins, the humidity around them, and Jin growling and enraged. Ahn-Bo couldn't keep the devilish smirk from his lips.

He'd had a sense that Jin-a was possessive and jealous (and maybe Ahn-Bo returned that... though he'd never admit it.) But he had never seen him so openly hateful; his touch had never been this aggressive. Not that he disliked it. They weren't in a sex dungeon, but that didn't have to stop them from having fun. His eyes darkened and honed in on full lips, and before he could make a clever quip, Jin was pressed up against him with a brutal kiss. The sting of rough stone against the back of his head intensified the sensations.

Finally. Ahn-Bo returned the explosive kiss with a growl. The darkness that had been keeping him on edge—the urge that said taste—was too intense. It consumed him. The vampire had pinned his arms against the wall, and while that was enjoyable, there wrewolf was no longer content to simply follow along. He yanked his arms out of his brother's grip, pupils blown so wide his eyes were nearly black. Without realizing it, his right hand had a fistful of Jin's hair, and his left hand had managed to slip between them and wrap itself around the base of Jin's throat.

Ahn-Bo tried to ensure he didn't apply too much pressure to cause harm, though he wasn't exactly sober enough to trust that judgement. Nipping at Jin's bottom lip, he quipped, "Shall I pluck their eyes from their heads and bring them to you?"

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{Ahn-Bo speaks in Korean to his family unless otherwise stated in posts.}

Set by the amazing Fox!

The smirk that played against Ahn-Bo’s lips did nothing to quell the anger rising in Jin’s personality. Where before he’d been restless and cagey, with an instinctive need to do or see or act on impulse, now he had something to channel that wildness into. A passing irritation that normally might have caused him to pout and sulk for a bit before moving on had turned into an overt display. And Jin couldn’t find it in himself to regret it.

After the fact, he would think about the way he’d nearly bashed his brother’s skull into the wall behind them with the intensity of their bruising kiss. They would be lucky that there was no lasting damage— but right now, all Jin could think about was getting the anger out. Off. Away. As Ahn-Bo himself peeled back and made to grab him, something in Jin’s magic sparked dangerously.

The pressure of familiar hands holding him in such a way was at once alarming and comforting, though Jin didn’t have the presence of mind to process it much. He knew inherently that Ahn-Bo would never hurt him, not on purpose, but he was too distracted by his own needs to care a lick either way. The sparks tingling between his fingers were a warning and Jin sucked in a breath as he balled his hands into fists. He needed to calm down but nothing in Ahn-Bo’s response made it at all likely.

"Shall I pluck their eyes from their heads and bring them to you?"

“Ne!” The answer was immediate and deliberate, hateful even, as something flashed behind his expression. He'd keep them in a jar in that big empty room of his, a measly consolation prize from the unsuspecting. You’re a werewolf. Make yourself useful for once! The words were on the tip of his tongue, furious and spiteful, and if Jin had been at all practiced in legilimency, they might have even seeped through he was so hellbent. But something in Ahn-Bo’s expression, still slightly playful, kept him at bay. He didn’t want to fight. He wanted to win.

(Win what? Some cruel game of torture? He'd be no better than their Abeoji then.)

Jin could feel the anger morphing into something dark, touching a part of him he usually kept under lock and key. It too was dangerous and when weilded without the restraint of his usual inhibitions, he didn’t know what would happen. So, rather than risking it, he leaned into the other warring urge at the base of his spine. Tongue dropping out of his mouth, Jin licked his lower lip slowly and intentionally. He didn’t have the wherewithal to rip out of his brother’s grasp but he damn well knew how to break it. Panting a soft sound and narrowing his gaze, the half-vampire smirked. “Bite me,” he challenged. Naleul mulda.

I dare you.

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Ahn-Bo Jeong & bite me
200 posts! At every milestone Jin has a real zinger lol

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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.