Smiling had never come easily to Jin. Even now with a consistently warm expression plastered onto his face, he sometimes felt a little bit ridiculous. But Ahn-Bo-ah gave him a reason to want to smile, be it from genuine happiness or in an effort to reassure or both. As he studied his friend’s softened expression, Jin felt the pinch in his chest release mildly and he realized just how necessary his coming here had been. Regardless of whatever happened in the future, and whatever bad choices or mistakes might be made along the way— Ahn-Bo-ah needed him, and for the first time in his life, Jin felt like he was giving back just as much as he’d received after all these years.
His heart spluttered at the reverent little nickname, and Jin leaned into Bo-ah’s touch as a hand settled on his cheek. He welcomed the kiss that followed with his whole heart and practically melted into a liquid pool of sentiment in his friend’s lap— no. Not friend. Aein. His dearest and most beloved, treasure (Bo-ah).
His left hand tightened on Ahn-Bo’s, and the right settled on whatever part of Ahn-Bo-ah’s jeogori he could reach. It was an unconscious movement, meant only to tug him closer than insinuate anything else, and Jin sighed into the contact gently. He’d missed this just as much as he’d missed Ahn-Bo. The mere idea of being able to snuggle into the same bedroll (and shamelessly steal his warmth all night), undisturbed, was all Jin wanted. He pulled away to breathe for a fraction of a second and kissed Ahn-Bo’s nose as he went. “Aein,” he hummed, tasting the word for the first time. It was sickly sweet on his tongue and Jin kissed Ahn-Bo again before it could stick. Then he tucked his whole face into the wolf’s shoulder and grinned, hiding a deep blush that had settled on his features. Spirits, had he always been this embarrassingly sentimental?
His heart spluttered at the reverent little nickname, and Jin leaned into Bo-ah’s touch as a hand settled on his cheek. He welcomed the kiss that followed with his whole heart and practically melted into a liquid pool of sentiment in his friend’s lap— no. Not friend. Aein. His dearest and most beloved, treasure (Bo-ah).
His left hand tightened on Ahn-Bo’s, and the right settled on whatever part of Ahn-Bo-ah’s jeogori he could reach. It was an unconscious movement, meant only to tug him closer than insinuate anything else, and Jin sighed into the contact gently. He’d missed this just as much as he’d missed Ahn-Bo. The mere idea of being able to snuggle into the same bedroll (and shamelessly steal his warmth all night), undisturbed, was all Jin wanted. He pulled away to breathe for a fraction of a second and kissed Ahn-Bo’s nose as he went. “Aein,” he hummed, tasting the word for the first time. It was sickly sweet on his tongue and Jin kissed Ahn-Bo again before it could stick. Then he tucked his whole face into the wolf’s shoulder and grinned, hiding a deep blush that had settled on his features. Spirits, had he always been this embarrassingly sentimental?
Ahn-Bo Jeong & thier theme song
* gender-neutral term of endearment like "sweetheart" (can also translate to lover/partner)
* gender-neutral term of endearment like "sweetheart" (can also translate to lover/partner)
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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.