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Seojin Jeong · November 8, 2025 – 4:27 AM

January 24, 1886 — Mahoutokoro, Japan (18 yrs, beginning of last term 7th year)

The beginning of term had come and gone in the most unusual fashion.

Jin… wasn’t sure if there had been some kind of mixup (?) but he hadn’t seen Ahn-Bo-ah for… days now. He had returned from the last winter break before their final term before graduation just the same as any other: with his books, his robes, his quills and a desperate hankering for the freedom Mahoutokoro allowed. And, of course, Ahn-Bo-ah. It was bittersweet in a way, this being their last term. Things had been so lovely over the past two years where they’d finally been honest with one another. It had been primarily comprised of a lot of stolen kisses, too many close-calls, and teasing that could have made the spirits themselves blush for propriety’s sake. But it had been happy and wholesome and then— as always, Jin had returned to the Jeong compound where it was getting more and more difficult to breathe each day.

He missed school when he was home. He missed the relative freedom he had to go about his own business and his studies without the threat of Abeoji breathing down his back or always waiting to see what the next ridiculous request would entail. He didn’t know what was going to happen after graduation; what Abeoji would expect of him to make of his life, but Jin had been thoroughly postponing even thinking about it until after. He still had one last blissful term to enjoy Ahn-Bo-ah’s company before… they went their separate ways (?) or… decided to stay in contact somehow? It wasn’t exactly a conversation they’d been willing to have yet. Jin figured at some point in the next months they’d have to though. Ahn-Bo-ah was engaged and, well, the time for his wedding would be looming closer and closer every day.

But they never had a chance to have that discussion because… Ahn-Bo-ah never came back. Jin hadn’t heard from him over break. They weren’t really in the habit of corresponding by owl mostly because Jin was, himself, too nervous to be seen receiving anything at home and too shy to dare venture to be so forward. But… when they’d said goodbye Ahn-Bo hadn’t mentioned anything about not coming back. In fact, he’d seemed overeager for the holiday to be over already so they could see one another. It was strange, all around, or so Jin thought the first few days.

As more time passed and it became apparent that Moon Ahn-Bo was not returning this last term and would not be graduating, Jin began to fear the worst. Had something happened? Was he alright? Surely there had to be something strange going on. He couldn’t have been married so soon— Dae Min-Jee was still attending classes, none the wiser as to her fiancé’s whereabouts. (Jin knew because he’d asked her. Despite how much he despised the very ground she walked on, even more now that she would be set to claim everything he knew and loved— he didn’t have much choice.) But there were no answers to be found barking up that tree.

Early one morning then, before the sunrise had even begun to peek, Jin slipped out of his bedroll and dressed. He hadn’t been sleeping much, if at all these weeks, and he spent more time than usual wandering around alone in the snow he hated so much. But it was time to take action. He was desperate to know what was happening and if his friend needed anything. (Not that Jin imagined what kind of help he could possibly give, but he’d find a way. Even if that meant breaking every rule in the book and getting himself expelled, and then murdered by Abeoji. Not literally but— close.)

He pulled together the instruments for a note and in his scribbly, awkward hand that had never fully managed to improve— he wrote a letter. A school owl would have to do.

Ahn-Bo
Moon-ssi,

I hope everything is alright--

How are you?

where are you?

Jin wasn't sure where to start. He felt like thunking his head into the very piano bench he sat upon in the first place they'd ever kissed. The words simply would not formulate however. What was he trying to ask anyway: Where are you? What happened? Do you need anything? How are you? Are you safe? It was a culmination of all these and many more questions, all of which would be excruciatingly overwhelming in a letter and, not to mention, too telling in case it was intercepted by Ahn-Bo's father. In the end he kept it brief and held his breath, hoping that the few words scrawled across the page would let his friend know how much Jin was worried about and missed him.

You haven't come back for the last term. I hope everything is well. Let me know what you may need.

Jin-a
Seojin
Jeong-ssi

Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song

“I'm looking for your light
When I look at my reflection in the mirror

The feeling of being left alone swallows me up
Even if I live a calm life as if nothing has happened at all
I live it in fear that I'll be left alone”

* 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 · November 8, 2025 – 9:29 PM

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It had been twelve days since he’d “died,” and eight days since his first full moon. Three, since he’d last seen his little sister Ha-Eun.

Wearing a white hanbok for mourning him, she’d brought him warmer clothing, his bedding from home, and banchan that wouldn’t spoil. Despite his protests, denials, insults, and refusal to leave the cave to see her, she’d continued to show up every few days with little things she thought he might need. She’d come thrice now, the first the evening before the full moon, and he’d been furious. If she had come just a day later… no, he didn’t even want to think about that. Nor did he ask how she was managing to sneak out of ~~their~~ her parents' hanok so often.

He hoped that the less interesting he was to her, the better the chance she would forget about him. So there were no questions or conversations, other than to snap at her or tell her that she shouldn’t have come and to leave immediately. One would think that at fourteen, she would have had more self-preservation. And yet, Ahn-Bo knew that he was fortunate that she had not returned to Mahoutokoro yet.

After one hundred days of mourning, she would be allowed to return to school. He ought to have been concerned about what it would do for her schooling to have missed the final quarter of her fourth year. He ought to have appreciated her clinging to him, despite everything. And yet, he couldn’t find himself appreciating anything at all. Instead, he was filled with resentment. Resentment with himself for having been foolish enough to venture into the mountains during the full moon.

Werewolves weren’t common in Hanseong. Growing up, the adults had always warned him about tigers. It seemed foolish now to be worried about animals that would simply kill you when there were real monsters about. He was full of resentment for Ha-eun too. A small part of him knew he shouldn’t be. He would have done the exact same thing if their roles had been reversed. Deep in his soul—if he still had one—was the knowledge that she was the reason he had survived the attack. It was her fault that he suffered. That he’d had to undergo the excruciating transition that broke his bones and reformed them into a monster. He didn’t remember anything during the hours when he was… not himself.

It was as if he, as Ahn-Bo, had ceased to exist completely. Instead, he was a shell of self-loathing. His wounds from the attack were still healing and would leave deep scars. He barely slept and ate just enough to survive.

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But each time, he found himself thinking of Ha-Eun… and Jin-a. His more than a friend. In the moments where he was a blink away from falling into a fitful sleep, he would think of him. The hollow ache in his chest would only expand until it felt like it swallowed him whole, and it was with this feeling that he’d slip into unconsciousness.

Ha-Eun would appear at the mouth of the cave soon. She always appeared every three days, at the same time every day. He didn’t have it in him to look forward to it, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t come to expect it. This time, she’d come in with an owl on her arm. In its beak was an envelope addressed to himself.

The familiar handwriting made his eyes sting. It wasn’t until after she left that he had the courage to open it. It was short, and it may have been his imagination (or the enhanced sense of smell he wasn’t aware he had acquired yet), but he could have sworn the scent of charred pine still clung to the parchment. It was brief and scribbled, but he could almost hear Jin-a’s voice in his head. Saying the things he couldn’t put in ink.

Ahn-Bo had no intention of writing back. Surely, the news of his death would have reached the school by now. It was surprising that it hadn’t yet. He’d sent the owl back without a reply.

The letter became permanently attached to him. No matter where he went inside the cave (or around the outside, when nature called), he would have it with him. It was always neatly folded in his pocket, and when he went back to his bedroll, he would read it several times before dozing off with it in his hand. His vampire's scent was the closest thing to solace he had experienced so far.

Three days later, Ha-Eun appeared again, this time bringing him gifts of writing supplies (though he hadn’t asked) and her own owl. They had never once spoken of Jin-a in the three years she’d attended Maho with them… and yet, she’d brought everything he’d need to write a reply. He’d spent the next twelve hours staring at the pile of supplies hatefully. How dare she assume he would want to involve Jin in this? It would be better if he believed he was dead. He would get over it… eventually. Probably. Maybe?

And then he scrambled to write a reply, hoping that the news of his death somehow hadn’t reached his friend’s ears just yet.

Sent January 31st, 1895
Jeong Seojin,
I will not be returning. Don’t write again. The sooner you forget about me, the better.
–A

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Seojin Jeong · November 8, 2025 – 10:21 PM

February 4, 1887 — Mahoutokoro, Japan (18 yrs)

The letter went without a reply for some days. Every single morning and evening, Jin waited like a lost waif by the door, by the window, by whatever entrance or exit an owl could reasonably squeeze through— hoping, praying to the spirits Abeoji told him not to believe in, that there would be news. Eventually, there was: but it wasn’t the news or source Jin had been expecting.

Moon Ahn-Bo-ah was dead.

The rumor circulated first as mere whispers, something about an abrupt werewolf attack, but it was soon confirmed by Seonsaengnim as the official truth. Jin was sure, on that day, some small part of him died too. He couldn’t believe that it was true. At first, he’d deliberately, stubbornly refused to even acknowledge it. It’s not like he regularly spent time with the quidditch team on his own volition, and everyone had been giving him a wide berth with the foul mood he’d been in lately— even Cha-ssi. But now, with the news confirmed— Jin wasn’t sure what to do.

He felt… hollowed out. Like something had come and gouged out his heart with a set of dull claws and left behind a gaping wound that bled and bled, but refused to kill him. How could Ahn-Bo-ah be dead? He’d been so vibrant and full of life! He’d had a future, and friends, and family—all planned out for him! It didn’t make any sense. It wasn’t fair— and every time Jin let himself dwell on it, his cheeks would heat a ruddy, angry red and his eyes would water.

He stopped attending classes altogether. For the first two days after the news was confirmed, he didn't even return to his bedroll in the dorm— instead sleeping and hiding out in their hanok. Three days Jin managed to hide out there, not sleeping, not eating, just— barely existing, until Sensei Ooroti finally found him. Of all the Seonsaengnims it was almost worse that it had to be her; she didn’t punish or expel him. She just… let him rage until he tired himself out and then sent him back on his way with some words. He didn’t know what they were anymore.

Jin didn’t play another instrument after that. In fact, he was participating so little in his classes that he was sure he was going to fail all his exams and not graduate anyway— but it didn’t matter anymore. Not in a world where Ahn-Bo-ah didn’t even exist.

It was in this state then, that the owl finally found him. Jin didn’t enjoy getting letters from home and so he ignored it for a few days. Presumably, Seonsaengnim had written to Abeoji and it was a good telling off with a threat of what would happen if he didn’t set things to rights. Jin wasn’t sure even that scared him anymore. But it would be worse to never read it so finally, he slid the letter open and he swore - for a second - that it was from… Ahn-Bo-ah.

Blinking quickly, Jin shot to a seat in his bedroll and nearly sent everything close to him flying. His heart was in his mouth as he read and re-read the short few words there over and over again. Their meaning didn’t even register— the only thing he could think was that Ahn-Bo was alive! Ssi-bal, he was actually alive! So the rumor, or the truth that was being told, was a falsehood! Someone had staged his friend's death. But… why? What happened?

Jin didn’t even manage to tidy his things before he’d scrawled a return message and was racing off to the owlery. He could just as easily put two and two together, but his heart didn’t want to believe it. Not until he saw the truth in black and white ink.

보

Don't ask for the impossible.

Tell me what you need. I will make it a reality.

Jin-a

Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song
* "bo" the character in his name for 'treasure'

* 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 · November 8, 2025 – 11:41 PM

Ahn-Bo Jeong

When a letter didn’t arrive the following day, he thought that maybe Jin-a just hadn’t received it yet. By the second day, he assumed that it was because the vampire had chosen to respect his wishes. By the third day—which really wasn’t very long, considering he’d taken an entire week to reply to the first letter—he’d convinced himself his letter had been too late.

Ha-Eun promised she would write to her friends at school… although (wincing as she told him), word had gotten around about his death. There was absolutely no chance that Jin hadn’t put things together. His family had stuck close to the truth—he’d been attacked by a werewolf. A part of him had died, but not in the way they claimed. Eun-Ho promised the moment she had news, she would send an owl to the cave so that he would not have to wait three more days. His heart sat in his throat; he was unable to eat or sleep.

And then, miraculously, the next day, one did arrive. At first, he was terrified that it was from Ha-Eun confirming what he’d already feared. But as the owl drew closer, he realized it wasn’t hers. Thank the gods. Ahn-Bo sagged against the side of the cave. The owl had barely landed before he was tearing the letter open with shaking hands. The messy scrawl was there, and the letter was dated as February 4th. Just the day before.

It could have been the relief hitting him, the fresh familiar scent of charred pine, or the few words Jin-a had written him. Ahn-Bo burst into great, heaving sobs. (Not uncommon these days, his eyes were permanently red-rimmed and scratchy from all the tears.) After he was able to pull himself together just enough, he scrawled a reply and sent the owl right back out.

Sent February 5th, 1895
~~Gwenchana?~~ ~~There is nothing~~ 건강하고 행복하세요

*be healthy and happy

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Seojin Jeong · Yesterday – 12:08 AM

February 7, 1886 — Mahoutokoro, Japan

Jin paced like a restless tiger every chance he got. Now that he knew, he knew, Bo-ah wasn’t dead— there was no reason to skip class. It was the only thing that helped him pass the time between pacing the corridors and lingering around the windows, but it still took a few days for him to receive a response. When he finally did, Jin did not have the patience to understand what was being said without a little flare of frustration.

보,

You cannot expect me to be either of those things without you.

I am in the dark, adrift.

Bo-ah, jebal! Just tell me what you need. How can I help? Where are you? Why does the school think you’ve died?

Writing in riddles was tedious and incredibly infuriating when all Jin wanted was to know what was happening. That was when he had an idea—

Setting aside the note he’d already started, Jin folded a new paper into the shape of a mouth. He gave it a little tap with his wand and it turned red— a howler, in name only. He whispered into it, hoping the sound of his voice and the vague anonymity of the letter destroying itself after might tempt Ahn-Bo-ah to be honest with him in return. Jin was aching to know what he could do. There was only so much attention he could lend to the classes he’d neglected until he was sure, for certain, that everything was going to be ok. He sent both along in the end with a fresh owl. (This one looked exhausted.)

Ahn-Bo-ah,

It’s strange being here without you. Every bone in my body aches and I’m completely in the dark.

Are you ok? Are you eating?

Jebal, Bo-ah— help me understand what’s happened. I’m begging you.

And if his tone was aching, Jin did nothing to hide the crack in his voice or the desperation to understand. He didn’t— couldn’t, and certainly wasn’t about to give up trying. No matter how hard Ahn Bo pushed back.

Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song
* "bo" the character in his name for 'treasure'

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and ideas to his audiences.

Ahn-Bo Jeong · Yesterday – 1:57 AM

Ahn-Bo Jeong

The first night of the full moon had just passed, and morning had come. He’d tried not to think about it. That it was coming. There truly was no way to prepare himself for it. As much as he’d tried not to watch the sun set over the cliffs, his eye had been drawn to it anyway. And then there was excruciating pain, and everything went dark. He’d woken with the sunrise, crawled to his bedroll, and collapsed into fitful sleep. It was mid-afternoon when he was woken next—likely by the owl that had decided to land on his back as he’d slept. It dropped its delivery on his head and then fluttered off to peck at yesterday’s dinner. The letter had slid from his head to the bed, and his eyes widened as he took in the color. Red. Red? What was he doing receiving a—and then, because he must have brushed it with his nose, it burst open into a pair of lips… and the voice that came out had him suck in a breath.

Jin-a. He was too miserable to even notice the irony of his friend saying, ‘every bone in my body aches.’ He hadn’t heard that voice in months, and it was only just now hitting him how much he had been missing it. The pain in Jin’s voice only served to make his insides ache just as much as his outside. And then, before he could fully appreciate the words that were being said, it tore itself up and was gone.

Ahn-Bo could only let out a strangled cry of protest. That had been his one and only chance to hear Jin-a’s voice, and he hadn’t even been paying attention to what had been said. And then he fell back asleep. He woke a few hours later, having managed to roll over in his sleep, and heard an unexpected crumple of paper. After a bit of wincing and maneuvering, he fished out another letter. This one was on regular paper. And it made his chest ache, guilty that he was putting his friend through this. There was nothing that could be done. He shouldn’t be prolonging his suffering. Only one of them was destined to live in misery for the rest of his life.

He’d tried to fold the paper to make a howler of his own—if Jin-a had sent him one, surely he’d been wanting to receive one in return. But he was running out of time before the sun was to set, and his hands were in too much pain to cooperate. In the end, he messily scribbled a note and sent the owl back where it had come from.

Sent February 8th, 1895
Find another light. Stop writing. Please.

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Seojin Jeong · Yesterday – 2:27 AM

February 24, 1886 — Mahoutokoro, Japan

This letter hit in a place that settled like an uncomfortable stitch between Jin’s (frequently bruised) ribs. It was dull and aching, and it tore at every fiber of his emotional state until he was left fraying in the wind. He wasn’t sure if it hurt more to keep pressing and force Ahn-Bo-ah to tell him the truth, or to just heed his friend’s obvious wishes. Jin was sure if he tried hard enough he might be able to let it go— at least for a little while. Certainly if he knew how badly Ahn-Bo was suffering, he’d have forced himself. But the little red string that had wrapped itself around his heart and extended across Japan to spirits knew where— tugged, constantly, against Jin’s self-restraint. There wasn’t anything he could do without thinking of his friend. Not eat, sleep, study, walk down the hall— everywhere he looked there was a memory of a stolen kiss or a silly laugh. Jin was almost glad graduation was on the horizon eventually. If this was to be his fate, he didn’t want to spend any more time in a place that reminded him so poignantly of what he’d lost.

In the end, he tried to do as Ahn-Bo asked and made it only fifteen days. It would prove impossible anywhere to ignore the reality that the quidditch layer was alive out there somewhere somehow, and Jon none the wiser to his circumstances. On the evening of the fifteenth day, Jin felt his frayed nerves unravel in the perfect storm of a skipped quidditch match and a gentle snowfall. He scribbled another messy note this time with frustration, from their—now his— hanok, and sent it the next morning after a long evening of thought and lingering.

보,

You continue to ask for the impossible.

I have tried to respect your wishes, but until I know you are safe and comfortable, it remains an unattainable nightmare. Help me to understand.

I won’t beg you again.

Jin-ah

Though he wasn’t sure how much that was true.

Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song
* "bo" the character in his name for 'treasure'

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Ahn-Bo Jeong · Yesterday – 3:34 AM

Ahn-Bo Jeong

There were no more letters. That was just as well. It was what he’d wanted to happen–no not wanted, knew had to happen. While there had been no future for them post graduation (at least none that he could sort out on his own, though they had never had the chance to discuss it), there certainly wasn’t one now. Ahn-Bo would live in this cave until… well, he didn’t entirely know. There was no plan. There was taking each day at a time. It was too painful otherwise.

And yet… it almost hurt more to not receive anymore letters than it had receiving them. The two letters he did have he clung to like a lifeline. The smokey pine scent had faded, but if he fluttered the paper just right, he thought he could still sense it. It was just as likely it was all in his head.

And then another had arrived, and his chest squeezed. ”I won’t beg you again.” Reading that line, his chest squeezed for an entirely different reason. Seojin-a had drawn a line in the sand. The panic he felt, as if he hadn’t been trying to close the door on their connection for the past two months, drove him to reply immediately. This time, he was strong enough to create the howler that Jin-a had deserved.

Sent February 24th, 1895
Jin-a,
I can’t give you the assurances you want. I… I’ll never be able to say those things again. The attack that you heard about…

He coughed, his throat burning too harshly.

It’s true. Only, Ha-Eun found me and there was a healer…

This was turning into a rambling mess and it would make no sense to Jin-a, but he pressed on.

She’s been coming every few days since… His parents decided he was better off dead than diseased. I have enough. Please don’t worry.

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Seojin Jeong · Yesterday – 4:46 PM

February 25, 1886 — Mahoutokoro, Japan

Those five little words at the end of Jin’s last letter haunted him from the moment the owl took off with it. He almost recalled it back or sent another with an addendum to swallow the words back— he couldn’t possibly mean that. Or stick to it. But he wanted to see if his friend was serious about severing their ties. If he was causing Ahn-Bo undue hardship in addition to whatever he was dealing with then Jin would have to find a way to let it go. Maybe find a way to dump the painful memories into the nearby river so he didn’t have to deal with them anymore. But if there was even a scrap of hope that Ahn-Bo felt as desperate as he did, then Jin would cling to it until he was physically burnt. It was impossible to make a logical decision without knowing though, and so he pressed. He needed to know.

It was obvious, from the way the family was behaving (keeping the siblings home in mourning) and the spectacle Dae Min-Jee had made when someone asked her about it— that the whole world was moving forward as if Moon Ahn-Bo had really died. Nobody dared to approach Jin about it though, and it was better that way. He didn’t know what he’d do if he had to feign the loss in any reasonable capacity.

When a letter returned to him rather quicker than some of the the last, Jin was glad it had come directly to their hanok rather than over breakfast. It was red and trembled a bit as he removed it from the owl, causing his heart to leap into his throat. Was Bo-ah angry with him? It didn’t matter. At least he’d hear the sound of his friend’s voice one last time, even if it was drenched in fury.

It wasn’t.

Jin blinked once, then twice, as the letter ripped itself up. His eyes were watery and it took every ounce of his control not to try and magically glue the pieces back together so he could hear it again. That’s now how howlers worked, but it didn’t stop him from touching the pieces of shriveled paper left behind as if they were the most precious. Jin-a he’d said. It sounded the same as every other million times in the past few years that Ahn-Bo had called him that, and yet it ached in a deep and hollowed out part of Jin’s soul.

It made sense now why Ahn-Bo hadn’t been able to return to Maho. If he really had been bitten and was now… afflicted. (Even the thought made Jin wince, here alone in their quiet little hanok. How awful and life-altering must something like this be? It was no wonder he hadn’t wanted to share.) But none of this explained why the world was grieving him yet. Ahn-Bo hadn’t died! Was it some grave misunderstanding? Jin tried to think through the implications of what he wanted to ask and how to best be delicate about it in case the letter was intercepted. Ahn-Bo must still be with the healer if his sister was visiting every three days. He didn’t know how long it took to heal from this type of attack or the severity of what it must have been like, but he didn’t dare ask. For his own sanity as well as his friend’s.

보,

I will always worry; there’s no use wasting your energy in trying to convince me out of it.

Are you back in Joseon? I’d like to see you, just one last time.

The rumor of your death has spread here. Your sister has yet to return, the school presuming the family in mourning. I don’t wish to pry into your affairs, but you would tell me— if there was anything amiss? Jjinjja?

Jebal, keep me informed of your progress.

Sarangheyo

Jin stared at the confession he'd made there, the ink still shimmering black against a backdrop of white. It felt like the most natural end to an otherwise desperately empty response to the confession of a lifetime. Would Bo-ah see it that way? Would he remember how ardently Jin adored him and how necessary his last request here was? Jin crossed it out and then used his wand to erase it from the page entirely. He couldn't say that here and now, not like this. Maybe not ever.

dangsin geos, Jin-a

Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song
* "bo" the character in his name for 'treasure'
** written 당신의 것 to mean "yours"

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Ahn-Bo Jeong · Yesterday – 5:39 PM

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The response was back faster than he’d expected—Jin must have replied immediately after receiving Ahn-Bo’s howler. It had been unforgettable to hear the other’s voice, a balm he hadn’t known he’d needed. A part of him was disappointed that he hadn’t received one back, and the other was relieved that he now had a fresh letter that still had his friend’s scent clinging to it. It was likely Jin didn’t even realize such things. Had he noticed that the letters Ahn-Bo sent smelled of musty cave? It didn’t seem like it, based on the contents of the letter.

He was past the point of no return. Jin-a had wiggled his way in, and Ahn-Bo no longer had the willpower (or desire, selfish as it was) to ignore his efforts of connection. Maybe this could be a way they could still be in each other's lives. Letters and distance. That would be safe, wouldn’t it? If so, he ought to figure out how to get an owl of his own. The school owls (which he’s sorted out that Jin was using) were looking a little worse for wear, despite the frequent rotations. Besides, if he wanted to send Jin a letter, he had to wait until one appeared in order to do so…

Sent February 26th, 1895
Jin-a
It’s better if you don’t know all the details in this. I’m near enough to my the Moon household that Ha-Eun is able to make the trip every few days. I’ve told her not to, but she insists. I'm worried about what will happen if she gets caught, but I’ve also come to expect her visits. I count down the days until her return. It’s selfish of me. I’m terrified she’ll get the cycles confused and come when she shouldn’t.
보

Ahn-Bo didn’t know what he would do once she did return to school, although that wouldn’t be until the start of term in May. It felt like an awfully long time away. Who knew where he’d be then? Or if he’d even be around?

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He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.

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Seojin Jeong · Yesterday – 9:43 PM

February 27, 1886 — Mahoutokoro, Japan

Another letter came, this time much more quickly like the last, and Jin felt something in his chest release at the length of it. Ahn-Bo-ah was softening; he could feel it in the very words on the page as more truths began to crack open. Jin read the letter through twice, crinkling his brow as he tried to make sense of it, and not feeling all that much better after.

He wasn’t sure Ahn-Bo understood that yes, he needed to comprehend everything that was going on more than he needed oxygen itself. His world had narrowed even further than before with the realization that their time had been so fleeting. He didn’t know what came next for himself, but he’d always been confident that he knew what was next for Moon-ssi. Now Jin didn’t even have that, and the angst of worrying for his friend’s future weighed on his shoulders like some kind of extremity having been cut off. He felt untethered and helpless to do anything about it.

Where was Ha-Eun making a trip? The infirmary? Why wasn’t he being seen in the Moon household itself? They’d never talked about it really but Jin was certain that Ahn-Bo’s family was well connected, well off, and well respected. He breathed and moved and existed in the very air of the yangban class; it couldn’t have been feigned even if he tried. So this didn’t make any sense. Even Abeoji would not have risked the reputational damage of letting Jin be seen for illness in a public setting outside the house; it was harder to keep secrets that way anyway— and being a werewolf was now a huge secret. It simply didn’t add up.

보,

What do you mean ‘if she gets caught’? Why would your sister be in peril of the moon and why is she not able to see you regularly? I don’t understand why your family would—

And that was when the realization clicked. He’d been absolutely obtuse for not seeing it before, or maybe he just hadn't wanted to believe it could be possible. Jin felt his heart begin to race as the thought of Ahn-Bo-ah having been disowned finally took root. It wasn’t possible. Not when he was so beloved by so many. And he was… (the word 'perfect' kept just echoing in Jin’s head, unhelpful and certainly not descriptive enough.) How could they not want him? The very notion felt like a punch to the gut.

Immediately the vampire scrapped his letter and began anew.

보,

Where are you currently residing at this very moment? Don’t bother lying to me or I’ll just come find you.

Jin-a

And a second, less frantic letter followed the first a few hours later.

보,

Mianhe for being so direct earlier, I think I’ve just realized your situation (and the scolding for trying to put me off the trail can wait until I next see you, because I will be seeing you; now I’m sure of it.)

Have you eaten today? I’m sending here some of your favorite snacks from the kitchens.

What else do you need? How often does your sister come? How is she tracking the cycles? Is there anything else I can send that you might need? Jebal, Bo-ah, let me know as quickly as you can.

dangsin geos, Jin-a

[attached to the poor owl is a small wrapped parcel in turquoise silks of various different snacks, all Ahn-Bo's favorites from over the years]

Ahn-Bo Jeong & muse song
* "bo" the character in his name for 'treasure'
** written 당신의 것 to mean "yours"

* 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 · 9 hours ago

Ahn-Bo Jeong

The first letter that arrived had been brief-the shortest thus far. It sounded as if Jin had every intention to come to him, which wasn’t a good idea. He couldn’t stop Ha-Eun from climbing up the mountain, but he could at least keep Jin safe. Though Ahn-Bo knew his friend had meant what he’d said, there really wasn’t a way for him to hunt him down. Right?

Everyone else thought he was dead. If he went around asking for him, they would think he’d lost his mind. Though a half-vampire running around asking after a dead classmate wasn’t very safe either. And what if Jin-a came anyway and wandered about the woods on his own? The lack of quidditch practice and proper care had already had his muscles atrophying. What if a wild animal found Jin before Ahn-Bo did? No, it was better to keep him as far from the mountain as possible.

He was still considering how to word this in his reply (his supply of parchment was dwindling and he was trying to ration it, hence the considering and not scribbling) when a second owl showed up. This one had brought a more coherent letter, which was a relief. And snacks. He was sobbing again, the owls peering at him impatiently, unsure whether they should fly off or wait for his reply.

In the end, one returned to the school with a letter in its beak and the other was asked (begged) to stick around. For now, it seems happy enough to hang out in the surrounding trees and hunt mice.

Sent February 28th, 1887
Jin-a
I don’t know that I’d even be able to point out where I am staying on a map. It doesn’t have an address and is far enough away that only Ha-Eun knows of its existence. She comes every three days, and each time I beg that it’s the last. She’s as stubborn as you are.

The last moon cycle she arrived only an hour before sunset. I don’t know what to do to keep her away. I could change where I’m staying but I worry she’ll just stay out looking for me and put herself in more danger. I’m not the only monster here.

I have everything I need. Please don’t try to find me Jin-a, I couldn’t bear it if something happened to you because of me.

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