The look on Ahn-Bo’s face at his cheeky declaration made Jin immediately suspect that his friend was just… nervous. Or shy. Both of which were unusual for Ahn-Bo, especially when it came to Jin. His eyes had gone slightly wide though and his pupils dilated just a fraction; enough for Jin to recognize what it meant. He pursed his lips as a smile threatened to overcome his face, but at Ahn-Bo’s sincere declaration, Jin released it. He smiled wide, exposing both dimples, and a soft laugh. “Gomawo, Bo-ah,” he hummed, voice taking on that slightly childish edge. But he meant it. “Jjinjja.”
With that decided, Jin forced himself to peel back and prompted them to get ready for sleep. They didn’t have all the commodities or necessities they’d had at school, but he’d brought enough to get them through a rudimentary wash up routine. It was slow going as he lingered and they stayed in constant contact, but eventually Jin set aside their cleaning items meticulously, and began to change. It was… a little more intimate to change in front of Ahn-Bo here than with the rest of their male classmates all in the same room, but Jin tried not to think about it much. His face was flushed by the time he turned back around, but the eagerness in Ahn-Bo’s expression quickly chased aside any awkwardness.
This was the version of his friend Jin missed most of all. He wasn’t smiling yet, but there was something in the purse of his lips that made Jin think he wanted to. Led by the hand to the edge of the bedroll, Jin followed obediently and crouched by the side as Ahn-Bo crawled in first. Then, remembering one last thing, he popped back up with a little sound. "Mianhe!" But it was important.
Across the way, Jin dug through his bag until he pulled out two items: the first was a little sachet of dried mugwort and pine needles, and the second was a piece of thread Eun-Ho had given him from her mending basket. He walked back over to his friend and crawled into the bedroll beside him before dropping the satchet into his lap and lifting Ahn-Bo’s right hand. Careful not to tie the thread too tight, Jin looped it around his wrist with a small knot at the end. Then, he gave the satchel a squeeze to rouse the earthy scents of mugwort and pine, and tucked that into the other side of the bedroll closest to his friend. “That will help you sleep deeper,” he murmured softly. “And this,” he gave Ahn-Bo-ah a small squeeze of the hand he still held. “—is so that you can’t drift too far away from me in your dreams.” Jin grinned, like it was the most ridiculous joke in existence, but he was serious. Neither remedy was magical in origin; he’d learned both from his time in the apothecary. But he was terrified of losing Bo-ah back into the darkness that swallowed his mind and left him quiet and careless. It was a mild precaution, at best.
With that decided, Jin forced himself to peel back and prompted them to get ready for sleep. They didn’t have all the commodities or necessities they’d had at school, but he’d brought enough to get them through a rudimentary wash up routine. It was slow going as he lingered and they stayed in constant contact, but eventually Jin set aside their cleaning items meticulously, and began to change. It was… a little more intimate to change in front of Ahn-Bo here than with the rest of their male classmates all in the same room, but Jin tried not to think about it much. His face was flushed by the time he turned back around, but the eagerness in Ahn-Bo’s expression quickly chased aside any awkwardness.
This was the version of his friend Jin missed most of all. He wasn’t smiling yet, but there was something in the purse of his lips that made Jin think he wanted to. Led by the hand to the edge of the bedroll, Jin followed obediently and crouched by the side as Ahn-Bo crawled in first. Then, remembering one last thing, he popped back up with a little sound. "Mianhe!" But it was important.
Across the way, Jin dug through his bag until he pulled out two items: the first was a little sachet of dried mugwort and pine needles, and the second was a piece of thread Eun-Ho had given him from her mending basket. He walked back over to his friend and crawled into the bedroll beside him before dropping the satchet into his lap and lifting Ahn-Bo’s right hand. Careful not to tie the thread too tight, Jin looped it around his wrist with a small knot at the end. Then, he gave the satchel a squeeze to rouse the earthy scents of mugwort and pine, and tucked that into the other side of the bedroll closest to his friend. “That will help you sleep deeper,” he murmured softly. “And this,” he gave Ahn-Bo-ah a small squeeze of the hand he still held. “—is so that you can’t drift too far away from me in your dreams.” Jin grinned, like it was the most ridiculous joke in existence, but he was serious. Neither remedy was magical in origin; he’d learned both from his time in the apothecary. But he was terrified of losing Bo-ah back into the darkness that swallowed his mind and left him quiet and careless. It was a mild precaution, at best.
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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.