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Ahn-Bo's head drew back just enough to get a better look at Jin-a. He sounded completely serious. Like he actually expected his brother to plunge up the stairs and wreak havoc.

The vampire's stormy expression was alarmingly foreign. Over the last decade, he'd experienced his brother's anger numerous times. Never had he encountered this dangerous edge. He hadn't even known his vampire had been capable of anything so sinister. The icy sharpness there caused a moment of pause. The moment was unmistakable—they were presently teetering on a razor's edge. If they fell, the outcome would be either glorious or catastrophic. There was no in-between. Not with this.

The unmistakable scent of destruction spiced the air. (Had he been aware Jin wrestled with control of his magic, the origin of the scent would have been obvious.) His werewolf instincts bristled. Something was wrong here; his intoxication made it impossible to suss out. And still, the intensity demanded that he get his lips and teeth on the nearly translucent skin of the vampire's throat.

The dare was the invitation he hadn't known he'd been waiting for. Releasing Jin's throat, he wrenched the starched collar of the shirt he despised open. The buttons snapped away, the chamber echoing the sounds of them hitting the damp stone beneath. Ahn-Bo's eyes were wild in anticipation, his heart was racing, and his skin felt as if it were burning. The fist in Jin's tangled hair tightened and tugged to tilt his prey's head to the side; the position would offer better access to the rapidly beating jugular. Mouth watering as if he were about to devour the most delicious meal of his life—he dipped his head with the intent to bite, lick, and suck. Hard.

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The look Ahn-Bo gave at his sharp agreement was not wholly unexpected. Even under the simmering restlessness that had dominated his personality, Jin could see that this was out of character for him. He didn’t actually want Ahn-Bo to go around and hurt anyone, probably, (maybe?) but he certainly was pleased with the insinuation. His possessiveness wanted some form of retribution for the years it had been made to suffer. He held his brother’s appraising gaze head on, unrelenting.

There was something there though, something Jin had noticed earlier, lingering in his wolf’s wam brown eyes. A distraction for him from whatever was happening at hand. Pupils were blown wide and his gaze kept dropping to Jin’s neck like some sort of siren call. It was different for Ahn-Bo, though Jin couldn’t exactly say he’d never felt similarly. And while he’d always attributed his own attraction to his wretched vampire heritage, the same could not be said for the handsome wolf. The dare slipped from Jin’s lips almost before he could think better of it.

Ahn-Bo’s face changed, intensifying, as he blinked. The next thing Jin knew the buttons at the top of his pristine white shirt had flown off and the fist in his hair tightened, angling his head sharply to the side. Jin flinched as he went, a predatory smirk playing against his lips and flashing pointed canines. He could hear the thundering in Ahn-Bo’s veins almost as loudly as his own. Both their hearts were pounding to the beat of the same frantic drum at irregular intervals. It was a cacophony unlike any Jin had ever bothered to focus on but now that he was here, like this, all senses on edge— he wasn’t sure how he’d ever missed it in the past. (Or would ever ignore it again.)

Ahn-Bo’s mouth connected with his skin and it was warm against the sensitive dip in Jin’s neck. The bite that followed was not so pleasant. A sharp pain, brief but poignant, pulled from the little vampire a hiss as Jin shied instinctively away. But Ahn-Bo was no vampire himself. He licked and sucked, soothing the bite, and coaxing it into a bruise that would undoubtedly remain for weeks after the fact. Jin didn’t think about the exposure zone of it in that moment, or how difficult it would be to cover up. (He’d become adept at hiding his injuries over the years unless he was somewhere that stripped one of enchantment.) Instead, he dug his fingers into whatever part of Ahn-Bo’s biceps he could reach. “Gwenchana, Ahn-Bo-ah?” he teased breathily through grit teeth, as if this wasn't entirely of his own design.

Abstractly, this had been the distraction Jin needed to keep his boiling anger under control. Where before he’d been ready to spit fire at any cost to either of them to be avenged, now the tiger in his chest was clamoring for only one thing. (Or maybe two, if the omnipresent bloodlust he pretended didn’t exist but that today had floated somewhere behind his eyes counted too.) He was frantic to get them well and truly alone, away from this stupid club and the threat of Olixander Blackwood. Someplace that was just theirs where there could be no interruptions—

“Excuse me sirs,” the tinkly voice of some small creature interrupted his thoughts. “Would you care to join us in the baths? We have robes specifically for the occasion at hand.”

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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

Distantly, he was aware of Jin-a's flinch and sharp inhale. It wasn't until the vampire's tease that he came back to himself. The predatory urge to taste had dulled. It was still there but satiated for the time being. He pressed one last kiss to the spot on his brother's neck, soft and apologetic. "Mienhe," his cheeks were flushed. It may have been from embarrassment at his lack of control, or it was the remnants of the thrill of the moment.

The fresh bruise blossoming just beneath his brother's jaw was... a lot, especially when you took in the deep bite marks his teeth had left behind. Ssi-bal, what had he been thinking? He'd never had such an intense craving to bite anyone. Why the sudden change? It was demanding and disorienting as hell. Oh gods, he'd yanked Jin by the hair, which was still clutched tightly in his hand. Ahn-Bo released his hold and attempted a quick step back. That had been futile, considering he was already pressed against the wall. A high-pitched voice popped up from seemingly nowhere.

SSI-BAL someone had seen them. He cast a frantic glance at his brother before turning his body toward the interloper. Who turned out to be much smaller than he'd imagined. The creature was somewhere around knee-height. His face was serene, as if stumbling on people passionately entangled in the bathhouse was an everyday occurrence. (Maybe it was.) Panic crept into his thoughts. Regardless, this couldn't be made known to anyone for many, many reasons. Yeon wouldn't hesitate to kill him, the least interesting of the menagerie. If he was angry enough, he might go after Jin and the others in retribution. "Yes, we would," he said quickly. He clenched his hands tightly at his sides, careful not to touch his hyung again. "Which baths do you recommend?" His voice strained with uncharacteristic politeness.

The creature (who Ahn-Bo now realized was a house elf) blushed. "Marlowe would never dream of having an opinion about the baths, sir." The werewolf blinked at the odd response. "Your most popular then?" Frustration crept into his tone. Apparently this was the correct question to have asked.

The house-elf straightened proudly and spoke as if reciting from memory. "The Whisper Pool," he began, tone reverent. “Soothes regret and dissolves memory. A single hour within, and the mind forgets what it cannot endure for a short time. The Gilded Vein is favored by performers and politicians—the enchantments within have healing properties and create short-term visual enhancements on the bather."

Ahn-Bo opened his mouth to reply, though it appeared Marlowe wasn't quite finished. "The Pool of Euphoria heightens sensations," he continued, "The waters encourage touch, laughter, and the feeling that everyone you meet whilst within its waters is your dearest friend." He snapped his thin fingers. With a small spark and puff of smoke, two bathrobes levitated in front of them both. Again, Ahn-Bo opened his mouth to speak. Again, the house-elf continued, though this suggestion sounded like an afterthought rather than the menu he was required to recite. "And for patrons who may have indulged in… stronger brews than intended, we do have the Nullwater Bath, sirs. Rather plain, but effective." Marlow explained where they could change into their robes, and then ducked away with a simple, "Please call Marlowe sirs, if you need anything."

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He shouldn’t have been surprised at Ahn-Bo’s sudden backpedaling; Jin knew his brother was at the core sweet and gentle behind whatever facade he sometimes fronted, or the ego that made him reckless. But the apology did throw him a little off balance, enough that Jin frowned slightly. He wasn’t ready to take it down a notch. The sudden flush that bloomed on Ahn-Bo’s cheeks was perfectly welcome though, and Jin would have acted on it - done something or said something - if the interruption hadn’t been so prompt.

Where any other day, place, or time, Jin would have practically jumped out of his skin to be caught so red-handedly, here he only just managed to rock back a single step with a scowl falling over his features as he assessed who - or what - had dared to impeded their moment. What had turned out to be just the ticket…

A gremlin, maybe, had popped out of seemingly nowhere and his brother’s reaction to it was immediate. Ahn-Bo had turned, slightly, and forced regulation over his features which Jin could only find amusing. He was still annoyed that the little creature had barged in however, so when it asked a question he quickly barked “No,” at the same time that his brother agreed. Flashing the wolf a grumpy look, Jin quieted. Fine. If that’s what Ahn-Bo wanted.

They listened for what felt like forever as the gremlin prattled on and on about the different baths. Jin was only half listening as he ran a hand through his mussed hair and tidied himself up a bit. The buttons on his collar were long gone but with a little encouragement, he could at least play pretend that he looked somewhat respectable. (“Oh we can fix that for you, sir, if you’ll just leave it to the side for Marlowe,” the gremlin said as an aside.) When robes appeared in front of them, Jin snatched his out of the air with a bit of a huff.

He didn’t trust himself to say anything nice as the little creature disappeared and so Jin weathered his brother an appraising look. “You were quick to agree to a bath,” he declared, almost accusatorially. But the look that crossed Jin’s face was less put-out as a tease rose to his lips. “I suppose this is the fastest way to be rid of these horrendous English garments,” he sighed. Then, tossing Ahn-Bo an intentional look over his shoulder, Jin made towards the area the gremlin had pointed for them to change. They might as well get this over with.

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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

Jin-a was annoyed, which was fair, considering he'd declined at the same time Ahn-Bo had agreed. He snagged his own robe out of the air and made to follow his brother to the changing area. The vampire was being much too relaxed about this whole thing. Usually, he was the one spiraling, and the werewolf was the one doing the teasing. And usually, the thing Jin was spiraling about was some small thing anyway. This seemed like an awfully big thing, all things considered.

Not to be distracted before this was addressed, he refused to imagine what his brother looked like without the English garments he hated so much. Later. For now, he was occupied with being the responsible one. A role he didn't entirely know how to execute properly, but he tried anyway. "He saw us, Jin-a," Ahn-Bo whispered by way of explanation, "I was trying to be less conspicuous to get him away quickly." He squinted at the vampire's expression, bewildered at whoever this new hyung was. "Are you not concerned?" (Especially since that had been his primary worry when they'd first arrived at the club?)

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As Ahn-Bo followed him, Jin eyed the robe in hand skeptically. It was… soft and made of a strange material he didn’t recognize. Was it really going to hold up and protect them from anything? Somehow, he doubted it. His brother’s pinched expression however, drew Jin’s attention away. For all the times he was the one to worry and fret over every little thing, Ahn-Bo had been relaxed and easy going. It was their normal and it was to be expected— this concerned, curious version of him was… not. Jin smiled, unable to help himself. It was good to know that even big, strong, easy-going Ahn-Bo worried about things sometimes. And worried was a cute look on him.

Pausing on his way to the dressing area, Jin poked his brother in the cheek. “What, are you ashamed of me?” he teased brazenly. It was the wrong thing to say, and impossible to answer especially when he didn’t want to know, so he plowed on. “Calm down. He didn’t see anything because we didn’t do anything. You bit me and then apologized for it.” Jin waved his fingers dismissively. Frankly, in a place like this and with drinks and substances floating about, it wasn’t likely the strangest thing to happen. “There’s nothing to be done about it now anyway,” he added, matter-of-factly. “We can call the gremlin back and ask it questions if that will make you feel better?” It was a somewhat rhetorical suggestion, not one Jin expected Ahn-Bo to take seriously.

For whatever merit there was to the concern - and Jin knew there was quite a bit, he just couldn’t bring himself to care - there really was nothing to be done. They could both behave and keep their appropriate distances and continue on in the same uncomfortable and miserable way they had all month, not touching and not sharing anything. Or, he figured, albeit unreasonably, they could throw caution to the wind. It really seemed a very simple choice. “You can’t tell me you’ve enjoyed playing your part and keeping this stupid distance all the time. We never have a second of privacy in that zoo and outside of it we’re just inhyeong, at the whim of whoever happens to walk by.” Anger flickered over his face again as the can of worms Jin usually kept so tightly lidded began to wobble. He didn’t want to go down this path again. Didn’t dare.

The rational side of him was at war with the reckless. Sure, everything he felt and said was true and valid. But that didn’t mean this was the time or place to address it, or that it should be addressed at all. Especially not when the thing between himself and his brother was so fragile at best. Jin could feel words, confessions, he couldn’t take back beginning to bubble up and he bit his tongue to keep them down. Turning on his heel, he marched back towards the dressing area. “Dwae-sseo,” he called irritably over his shoulder.

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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

"Never," was his immediate reply. Not once had Ahn-Bo ever been ashamed of Jin. Frankly, the vampire usually had enough shame for the both of them. Ahn-Bo's brows rose nearly to his hairline. Who was this man, and what had they done with Jeong Seojin-a? His first explanation would have been polyjuice and a bait-and-switch. His brother had never left his sight since they'd arrived at the club, which ruled that out. This was the real Jin. He was just... behaving strangely. It had been a long while since he'd last seen the vampire drunk, but the wolf didn't remember it completely changing his personality. That seemed like it would have been pretty memorable.

Regardless, he made a good point. (Sort of.) He typically wouldn't think a person biting another was 'nothing', particularly in the obviously intimate position they had been caught in. "It's an elf," he corrected. Calling the elf back to ask it questions would only muddy the water further. Besides, hadn't someone told him the staff were under unbreakable vows not to disclose their patrons' secrets? Did that apply to the non-human staff members too? If Jin didn't care about the potential fallout, then Ahn-Bo wouldn't either. Let whatever would come of it come.

Jin's moodiness clearly hadn't gone anywhere. He'd gone from teasing one moment to irritated the next. Definitely a real Jin move. Was his brother really blaming him for the situation now? Like he'd been the one who'd made that decision for them? Ahn-Bo's jaw clenched, and he quickened his pace. He reached for the vampire's wrist and tugged to turn him around. "Ani dwae-sseo," he hissed sharply. They had been dancing around this conversation for years. If it was going to happen here and now, then so be it. But the werewolf refused to postpone it. It was now or never.

"You know I've hated every second of it from the very beginning," he said darkly, "You're the one who keeps us in that zoo and under Yeon's thumb. We should have left years ago—it's been a long while since we were helpless kids." Ahn-Bo took a step closer, eyes flashing with a mixture of hurt and frustration. "If you're ready to go, then let's go. If not, then we'll stay in this hell. I'm only here for you, jagiya. Don't you dare blame me for this."

jagiya: honey/baby, romantic term of endearment

  

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If he’d been at all himself, Jin would have blushed at Ann-Bo’s quick answer to his tease. As it was, he merely smirked, satisfied with the response. He wasn't sure he believed it, but it was nice to hear. At his brother’s correction however, Jin rolled his eyes. “Eojjaetteun,” he drawled lazily. Elf, gremlin— same thing.

It would seem he’d rattled the bar of their cage a little too hard though. Even as he was kicking himself for bringing up their situation and turning away with a dismissive call, Ahn-Bo was reacting. Jin should have known better than to prompt him like that. There was a reason they didn’t talk about these things. He didn’t want to hear what the other had to say about it. Wrenching his wrist away defensively, Jin stopped and turned squarely to face the other. The words that poured out of his mouth were like gasoline on an already sparking fuse.

“Me?!” Jin heard himself echo, albeit more aggressively than he might have had he been… sober and not under whatever influence this was. He was surprised to hear as much, though maybe he shouldn’t have been. Of course Ahn-Bo blamed him. It was only logical. He’d been the one to drag his poor friend into this whole mess in the first place. (Somewhere deep down, Jin’s guilt began to unfurl and agitate some of the recklessness still pounding in his chest.) There were so many things he wanted to address in that statement both angry, defensive things and guilty, self-pitying things. He did know, or at least he could imagine, how badly Ahn-Bo hated it. Just like he did. And the others too. But unlike all the rest, Ahn-Bo’s cage had been his responsibility— his fault.

“You don’t think I’ve tried?” came shooting out first, daggers straight at the heart of the matter. “If I could leave, I would have— a long time ago! But that monster has his claws wrapped around my neck to the point where I can’t even breath if I say the wrong thing in front of him.” Jin took an angry step towards his brother. “This pendant controls every. move. I make. Up close and from a distance. I can’t remove it and I’m bound to it, to him, body and soul. That was the condition the last time I tried, and failed, to escape!” Jin wrenched the stupid thing out from under his shirt and pulled on it to demonstrate. The moment it went taught the chain glowed faintly red and burnt at his skin. He released it quickly.

“If you’re so desperate to leave, then go! Don't let me stop you!” It wasn’t the nicest thing to say, and deep down Jin definitely didn’t mean it. But he wasn’t buying that Ahn-Bo was only here for him. Nobody was that self-sacrificing. Or stupid. If he felt a little conflicted at the term of endearment, Jin barreled through it angrily. “And stop calling me that!” he lashed out, guilt and hurt combining into a potent acid in his throat. It hurts too much.

(Even if he could go, they had no money and no means. It was a death wish any way they sliced it.)

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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

Each sentence was like a punch to the gut. He'd known how much pain and misery Jin was in—or he thought he had—but hearing him say it aloud made it that much more real. Ahn-Bo had known a bit about the pendant: that it controlled Jin in some way to do the Collector's bidding. Sometimes, it would hurt him as punishment. But he hadn't been aware how intrinsically linked it was to Jin himself. "I’m bound to it, to him, body and soul." The wolf's entire body stiffened. Every cell in his body rejected the statement with conviction. No. Those were his. Body. Soul. Jin. They were his.

Ahn-Bo stood his ground against the tirade until the very end. The final hit had been the one to knock the wind from him. The most unexpected ones always hurt the worst. Perhaps if Jin had worded things differently, it wouldn't have triggered the fierce need to protect and claim what was his. He crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly, the robe still fisted in his right hand. The sleeves brushed the stone floor, dirtying the pristine fabric.

The wolf let out a single, harsh laugh. "You're a fucking idiot, jagiya." He calmly emphasized the word, a thick layer of steel beneath his words. "I'm never leaving without you. Never." Now it was his turn to take a step closer. "You belong to me, Jin-a. Body, soul, heart—all of it. Understand?"

  

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Jin’s heart was thundering in his skull; every other sound was blocked out save for the anger that was making him see red. His magic had, luckily, stayed rather calm for the moment but if he didn’t start breathing soon, it would be next to go. Ahn-Bo knew the conditions of his pendant, of his ties to their Abeoji. (Didn’t he?) How dare he make it sound so easy! If Jin had ever had a choice, he certainly wouldn’t be here, in England parading around like some puppet trying to win the affections of a mere child he didn’t even care about, for spirit’s sake! (Distantly, he recognized that this was an unfair dig at poor Ms. Prewett, but he was in no mind to rectify his angry tirade now.)

Ahn-Bo solidified in front of him like a barricade, crossing his arms over his chest and lowering his voice to a steady hum. His laugh grated on just the wrong side of Jin’s nerves as he emphasized the obvious. (Yes, fine, even Jin could recognize he was his own worst enemy but this was not the time!) Ahn-Bo stepped closer; now they were only a hairsbreadth apart. His words sank into Jin’s skin like boulders to the bottom of a lake.

Jin’s first reaction was instinctual. He didn’t belong to anyone— not Abeoji Yeom and not Ahn-Bo-ah. He was his own person for spirit’s sake and everyone needed to get that through their thick skulls! But it was a fleeting thought as the realization of what Ahn-Bo was actually saying tried to filter in. It was different, maybe, than the way Jin had imagined it might sound. (Because yes, on the coldest, loneliest nights he had thought about the impossible seeming reality of what it would mean if Ahn-Bo did actually— or could actually—care for him.) But this… was pretty close to a confession. Or at least it was to the reckless, listless tiger pacing around in Jin’s chest. Somehow, it had managed to overwhelm his guilt and tendency to overthink to the point where he grasped what he wanted to hear and let the rest go. Childishly. Recklessly.

Golden-brown eyes were clouded with hurt, and sadness, and every other emotion Jin kept bottled up inside far away from his bother because this wasn’t them-- as he looked up. They weren’t this open or real about their situation. Not with one another. It would scare Ahn-Bo off and Jin didn’t deserve the honesty. Or at least that’s what he’d always told himself.

The next words out of Jin’s mouth were still angry but they were honest.

“Saranghaeyo, Moon Ahn-Bo-ssi.”

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

Ahn-Bo Jeong

He.. he'd actually said it. They'd never.. they'd always avoided... his heart stuttered in his chest. The words he'd known but been terrified to hear for so long. Jin-a had said them, and now there was no pretending. There was no coming back from this. It wasn't until he sucked in a deep breath of air that he realized he'd been holding his breath.

Ahn-Bo didn't know what to say. He'd had his own private reasons for avoiding this. The idea that he could leave if he ever really wanted to. That if he kept a distance, he could never have his heart obliterated again like when he'd been freshly turned. Committing to a future with another person when he had no idea what that might look like was terrifying. And yet here he was, having spoken aloud the commitment he'd unintentionally chosen over a decade ago.

Unless they could come up with a solution to escape Yeon for good, they were both about to suffer even more. It had been easier to pretend. Painful, but easier. Ahn-Bo wouldn't be able to hide this for long, nor did he want to. The crushing realization hit him: they wouldn't be allowed to be themselves underneath Yeon's control. Nothing would be allowed to change there. Even though everything had changed here, between them. The werewolf's smile was bittersweet. "I know."

  

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The seconds after the words slipped from his lips seemed to pass by exponentially slowly. Jin wasn’t sure what had possessed him to say them, and out loud too, but his head was starting to hurt. Not as badly as the ache in his chest was about to be though as… Ahn-Bo didn’t answer. Frustration flickered across Jin’s face until finally the handsome wolf said something and— it wasn’t what he’d expected. Not even close.

Blinking once, then twice, Jin let out a humorless little laugh of disbelief. He didn’t know why he’d expected the truth to change anything. There was nothing to change. They were still trapped in the same stupid situation; they still had no more privacy or space than before. And they were still well and truly forbidden by Yeom to fraternize in such a way. Jin could have kicked himself for being so dumb.

He turned away abruptly and dropped to the ground the robe that had been scrunched into his fist. “I need another drink,” he muttered, making towards the staircase they’d come down what felt like a decade ago now. Another them from another life, before this had all blown up in their faces.

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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.