When Jin had wrapped his arms around him, Ahn-Bo had instinctively leaned into his embrace that smelled of charred pine and honey. It was a small comfort—but it was selfish. Again. He shouldn’t have been encouraging his friend to continue what they’d had before. Even in his numb state, there was a sharp ache in his chest at the thought of having to end it. The tension in Jin’s touch and the emotion clogged in his voice—Ahn-Bo used all of his energy to focus so that he could clearly understand whatever was going to come out of his friend’s mouth next.

Then it was Jin who turned away. By the time he had finished his explanation, Ahn-Bo’s emotions returned ten fold. There were so many swirling with in him that at first, he didn’t know how to react. From anger to horror to guilt for not knowing the full extent of Jin's suffering all along. There was far more information in this one explanation than he’d heard in the last six years of friendship. He swallowed the nausea as he felt sick in his stomach. His poor, sweet, perfect Jin. How dare his abeojii treat him that way!

And after all that… Jin wanted to return and have Ahn-Bo come with him? It seemed that his abeoji had experience with werewolves, which wasn’t a relief based on everything else that had just been revealed. Now it was his turn to turn around and wrap his arms around the vampire, squeezing tightly and burying his nose in his hair. He was absolutely furious—the first true emotion he’d had in weeks. "Jin-a!” His voice cracked, and tears streamed down his cheeks and into his friend's hair. ”You can’t go back there. If I had known the truth… why didn’t you tell me?”