Ahn-Bo Jeong

He ought to have known his answer wasn't thorough enough for Jin-a. Ahn-Bo huffed a laugh, then closed his eyes and laid his head back against the rim of the tub. Where did he want to go? To live? To do. He'd been asked a similar question by a vampire at The Velvet Veil not long ago. Perhaps it was fate telling him that it was time to take it under serious consideration. The options were endless—some of which he hadn't even experienced, and thus couldn't make an informed decision on—but he at least knew that he wanted their little family together. His relationship with Jin-a was different than the others, but that didn't mean he cared for them any less. It was just a different flavor of caring. This way, he could still make sure everyone was safe and protected.

Based on the introverted-leaning characteristics of the others, he suspected somewhere quiet and peaceful would be their choice. Something that felt like home, like Joseon. Though where they could find a place like that (or afford it, for that matter), he wasn't sure. The water reassured him that they would work it out. He lifted his head and opened his eyes. "I would have liked to be on an international quidditch team. Joseon doesn't have it's own, but maybe I could start it. That sounds like a lot of effort... so maybe it would be easier to join a pre-existing team nearby. Then I could play quidditch every day and travel the world for matches." It sounded like a win-win situation to him, although he wasn't entirely certain how his family would fit into it. Would they just follow him around? Would he be away for long periods of time? The water swept the concerns away.

"What do you want Jin-a? Where would you go? What would you do?" he returned the question with a playful nudge.

  

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He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.

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The response that Ahn-Bo finally gave made Jin smirk. It was fitting for him, and the half-vampire maybe could have guessed as much if he’d given it some thought. Ahn-Bo had been on track to be a quidditch prodigy once; it would make sense that he’d have liked to see out that dream and make it a reality. Jin liked to think he’d have made it and likely would have been famous. He was certainly talented enough to play for Joseon, or Japan maybe, if they let him. He gave a soft hum of appreciation and nodded. “I could certainly see you doing that,” he agreed.

As the question came back around, Jin was forced to rethink his earlier ideas. While he still wanted those things, he realized a little belatedly that he also wanted to— “Sing,” he said shyly. “I’d sing.” He didn’t know where or how or for who, but it would have been nice to have control over his own voice for once. Heaving a small sigh that was at once content and slightly wistful, Jin leaned against his brother. “I miss Joseon,” he admitted. “If I could go anywhere, I’d go back but I’d live far away from the palace and far away from Abeoji. In the mountains maybe. With you and our brothers, near a small village where…” he trailed off, thoughts of his mother and Myeong crowding in for the first time in decades. They were softened by the pools effect but they were still harsh and unfamiliar. Jin brushed them aside. This wasn’t a realistic fantasy anyway. “…where people didn’t care about who or what we are. Or who we like,” he tacked on for good measure. Since they were being ridiculous and fantastic anyway.

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Just as his response made sense to Jin, Jin's response made sense to Ahn-Bo. His talent was overshadowed by Yeom's demands—the vampire didn't even sing anymore if he could help it. He found himself nodding, his smile wistful even with the water's effects. "Sounds like a paradise. I would love that." He brushed another kiss against the other's lips. More than anything, he wanted to make these fantasies come true. Particularly for Jin's sake (and the others), though (selfishly), he would enjoy it too. He couldn't very well invent a mountain where the people left them alone but also accepted them for who they were... but they could sort that out later. The first obstacle to getting anywhere near it was Yeom.

There was only one idea he had to solve that, and it was rather drastic. And dangerous. And had a high chance of failure. Even if he succeeded, there was a chance that it the consequences would be too much for them. The water shushed his doubts, dulling them to soft whispers. "Jin-a?" he said thoughtfully, watching as the pastel colors swirled around with the bubbles. "Do you ever wonder what would happen if Yeom just... disappeared?" He hoped his face retained its peaceful innocence as he scooped up the foamy bubbles floating along the surface. They plopped on his brother's shoulder with tiny little pops.

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Jin smiled softly at Ahn-Bo’s response. It did sound a bit like paradise, and just as unrealistic. But that didn’t mean it wasn’t nice to think about. He didn’t miss the dark corners of the Jeong compound or the way he felt there, always on edge, like something was going to jump out and grab him at any moment— but he did sometimes miss the smell of plum blossoms on the wind and the lingering scent of Ahn-Bo in a hallway that smelled otherwise of ink. Here the halls were dark and broody and all of England essentially smelled like dust and rain.

Jin turned slightly, curling into his brother’s chest more, as Ahn-Bo prompted him. He hummed a soft noise of inquiry and then laughed wistfully at the question that followed. Disappeared? He prayed every day for that dreadful man to vanish, but so far no luck. “What do you mean disappeared?” he prompted, teasingly. “I can assure you, no amount of hate will make him go anywhere. I’ve tried.” If the latter dredged up a slightly resentful surge that was at once painful and humiliating, the waters washed it away as quickly. But just as there’d been no point in imagining the could have beens, there was no more point in talking about the what ifs.

Jin sighed softly. “But if he just… vanished one day,” the little vampire said, indulgently. “I suppose… we’d be free right? We could make our own choices to stay or to go.” If that thought in itself was slightly terrifying, Jin didn’t notice. “Although I don’t know where we’d go, exactly. None of us have much.” A slightly humorless laugh accompanied that statement. It was ironic wasn’t it? Even if they did somehow manage to secure their freedom, they were no better off than they were now. At least now Abeoji provided them a roof, proper meals, and everything society could offer given they made the appropriate match. They were better off, in some ways, staying than going. Though Jin was loathe to ever concede such a reality, even to himself.

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The werewolf did his best not to study Jin's reaction too intently. Even with the help of the water, Ahn-Bo knew that if he were to tell him directly, Jin would panic. His last escape attempt had gone terribly, horribly wrong. Not only had it scarred him in more ways than one, but it had also terrified the rest of them into complete submission. This wasn't an escape plan. It was his plan, and his plan alone. More than anything else, he didn't want to implicate any of the others in case things did go south.

The tub absorbed most of the feelings that had come along with the memory: despair, hate, fury, fear, and feeling completely helpless. They were so strong that it didn't entirely remove them. He could still feel their presence; they were just... less prominent.

Hate would make Yeom go 'somewhere'—it would just be the physical manifestation of it. The 'somewhere' being the pits of hell, where he would suffer for eternity. "We'd be free," he repeated in agreement. Dreaming about where they could go and what they would do was one thing. Realism was entirely different. He figured they'd sort it out amongst themselves once everything had been taken care of. It was the least of his concerns at the moment. "Me neither. Maybe we'd just stay here for a while?" As for the 'not having much' part, well... he'd thought of that already too. "If he just... vanished. Like he didn't come back one day. You're his heir here, right?" He tried to hold his proverbial cards close to his chest, hoping that Jin would carry along with the theoretical questions.

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This hypothetical was dredging up things Jin hadn’t thought or let himself dream about for years. Hope was a dangerous thing in their zoo of a house; it was almost as if Abeoji fed off it, sniffing it out of the darkest corners just so he could come down harder than before to snuff it out. Jin didn’t dare engage in anything but complete and utter submission around his so-called father and he wasn’t sure if by discussing this now, he was almost encouraging Ahn-Bo to have any. Jin didn’t know much about what their dynamic was like; in fact, he tried very hard to stay away from Abeoji and Ahn-Bo altogether when they engaged. Any effort on his part to seem partial to his brother never ended well for either of them, if it didn’t dramatically make things worse, and even if he’d been able to do much— Jin didn’t like the idea of seeing his brother hurt. (Abeoji had punished him with it once and the look on Ahn-Bo’s face was forever emblazoned into the back of Jin’s irises.) He could only hope that no amount of restlessness was going to make his brother stupid enough to consider their little fantasy as seeping into any shade of reality.

The concern was dulled, even as it flickered to life with the tone of his brother’s voice. Somehow, Jin felt like he should pry more even though he didn’t want to. It would be fine, he supposed. He trusted his brother not to be rash (though why, Jin couldn’t have said.) Instead, he huffed an amused laugh at the implication of being the actual heir. The very title he so despised but wouldn’t wish upon any of the others. “Technically,” he agreed. “And in Joseon too. I was legally adopted when I was younger.” Jin wasn’t sure if he’d ever shared that with Ahn-Bo before. But for all intents and purposes, he was their Abeoji’s legitimate son. “Not that it means much. He’d sooner burn everything down than let me, or us, have any scrap,” Jin laughed again. It was ridiculous to think he’d have any command of anything if, say, Abeoji did get squashed by a carriage or some like. “Besides,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Abeoji is actually a gwishin made real; I don’t think he even could die.” Jin whispered, teasingly. Or— as he’d read recently in a Western context ‘the devil incarnate.’

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* Ghost / evil spirit

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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

Ahn-Bo hadn't known there was any paperwork between Yeom and Jin, though he supposed it was good that there was—just in case. One never knew when a situation might crop up where that would be important. He laughed right along with Jin, mostly because Jin's laugh multiplied by the magic in the tub made it impossible not to. It wasn't often he got to hear it. It was nice, regardless of what they'd been laughing about.

"I wouldn't doubt it," he laughed. "Do you think he's a mul gwishin or a cheonyeo gwishin?" Ahn-Bo smirked, finding his own question rather amusing. Personally, his bets were on the latter. There was no way anyone would have wanted to be with the vile man.

mul gwishin: water ghost • cheonyeo gwishin: virgin ghost

  

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He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.

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Jin snickered. “Cheonyeo gwishin, jebal!” he said without a single hesitation. Much like Ahn-Bo, he couldn’t - and certainly did not want to - imagine Abeoji Yeom with anyone, much less… in that way. To make matters worse— despite being the worst father in the history of Joseon (give or take a few kings), he was, technically, still Jin’s Abeoji. And that was a gross thought across the board when it came to one’s parents. Sticking his tongue out a bit at the too humanizing thought, Jin tried to shake it off before it made his skin crawl. Luckily the bath helped. A lot.

Again he debated prying into why Ahn-Bo might ask, but honestly: Jin didn’t want to know. It was all hypothetical what ifs and could go no further than that. (And if for whatever reason Ahn-Bo imagined it could, well, Jin would deal with that later. He had a long memory.) Yawning a bit, he made to cover his mouth and looked around for soap. Finding a fresh bar near the endless array of taps, he picked it up and dunked it underwater a moment before rubbing it and moving it towards his hair. “We should tidy up and sleep,” he suggested. The exhaustion was palpable, even despite the pool’s euphoric effects.

It didn’t take long for Jin to wash off himself and help Ahn-Bo do the same. He had a good time helping the handsome wolf with his hair and kissing him, despite a small soap-in-mouth incident. It smelled of amber and spice, just like Ahn-Bo, and Jin wasn’t sure if that was because of the pool or the soap itself, but he certainly didn’t mind it. He dried off tidily thereafter and pulled Ahn-Bo’s shirt back over himself. It had magically folded itself on the small sideboard, freshly laundered, atop a pile of the rest of their things. Jin shot his brother a mischievous look. “Guess you won’t have anything nice for tomorrow,” he teased. And with that, he waddled into the other room, tugging Ahn-Bo along, to flop down into the sheets. They were warm and soft, not unlike his bed in their new house, but wholly and entirely more welcoming.

Jin tried not to think too hard about ‘tomorrow.’ He knew already, could feel it like a pit in the base of his stomach, that they were going to be in for a punishment. But somehow, despite the angst and arguments and discoveries of this evening— he couldn’t quite bring himself to regret it. It had always been a risk to take a night out for themselves, made worse perhaps by the fact they didn’t come home. But if he got to lay here, curled up in his brother’s arms by a warm fire and smelling of amber then Jin would take whatever punishment Yeom felt due to give.

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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.