Jin was happy to let Ahn-Bo finish undressing himself. He turned his back, still warm in the face, and made a show of digging around in his endless bag for something. By the time he found it, Ahn-Bo was wading into the stream with the bar of soap in his hand. Jin gave him his privacy to do as he pleased, collecting the old dirty clothes and replacing them with the fresh, new ones he’d brought. He briefly considered washing them in the stream, but then wadded the old up into a ball and stuffed them back in his bag. Ahn-Bo wouldn’t need them because they were going home together. Tomorrow. If he needed them beyond that, Jin could always wash them later.
When Ahn-Bo was finished, he trotted back up the bank looking cold but slightly better. Jin hadn’t noticed the scars on his friend’s body from a distance and he tried not to stare now, but his stomach clenched at the sight. It was another reminder of the reality they were in. How stark indeed it was from just a few short months ago the future he’d always imagined for Moon Ahn-Bo-ah. Jin quickly handed him the new clothes.
It took a moment, but soon enough, Ahn-Bo-ah was dressed and Jin tugged at his over layers a bit, securing them fussily. They were just this side of too big for him, but they fit and that was all that mattered. Now dressed and bathed, Ann-Bo looked a lot better than before. Not just physically, but hopefully a little bit mentally too. (Though Jin wasn’t hoping for much. He was still awfully quiet.) Tugging him back onto the rock, Jin ran a hand through Ahn-Bo’s wet hair and tried to untangle some of the knots there. The scent of amber mixed with ginseng from the soap Jin had brought with him wafted up to his sensitive nose. He hummed a few notes from the piece he’d written a few years ago about his friend, one that he’d played a thousand times for Ahn-Bo by now, at the very least. It wasn’t a conscious thing, more just gave him something to do to fill the awkward silence.
Eventually, Jin came to the conclusion that this was a lost cause. He let out a slightly frustrated sigh and grumbled, “I think we need to cut your hair.” He was loathe to do it; Ahn-Bo was so handsome (always but) especially when he was all tidied up. A short cut would be another difference to mark the before and after too, a poignant reminder of what was lost.
When Ahn-Bo was finished, he trotted back up the bank looking cold but slightly better. Jin hadn’t noticed the scars on his friend’s body from a distance and he tried not to stare now, but his stomach clenched at the sight. It was another reminder of the reality they were in. How stark indeed it was from just a few short months ago the future he’d always imagined for Moon Ahn-Bo-ah. Jin quickly handed him the new clothes.
It took a moment, but soon enough, Ahn-Bo-ah was dressed and Jin tugged at his over layers a bit, securing them fussily. They were just this side of too big for him, but they fit and that was all that mattered. Now dressed and bathed, Ann-Bo looked a lot better than before. Not just physically, but hopefully a little bit mentally too. (Though Jin wasn’t hoping for much. He was still awfully quiet.) Tugging him back onto the rock, Jin ran a hand through Ahn-Bo’s wet hair and tried to untangle some of the knots there. The scent of amber mixed with ginseng from the soap Jin had brought with him wafted up to his sensitive nose. He hummed a few notes from the piece he’d written a few years ago about his friend, one that he’d played a thousand times for Ahn-Bo by now, at the very least. It wasn’t a conscious thing, more just gave him something to do to fill the awkward silence.
Eventually, Jin came to the conclusion that this was a lost cause. He let out a slightly frustrated sigh and grumbled, “I think we need to cut your hair.” He was loathe to do it; Ahn-Bo was so handsome (always but) especially when he was all tidied up. A short cut would be another difference to mark the before and after too, a poignant reminder of what was lost.
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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.