Bo-ah snuggled closer and Jin felt himself respond instinctually, reaching out to curl his fingers into the front of his aein’s jeogori. While yes they were certainly close enough to reach one another in the middle of the night, he wasn’t taking any chances. It was more comfortable this way, and soothed the silly anxiety Jin still felt that Ahn-Bo might disappear when he woke up. “Ne,” he mumbled sleepily, stifling a yawn. Then, Jin inclined his head so that his temple was pressing against Ahn-Bo’s and closed his eyes. In a heartbeat, he was asleep.
The evening passed quickly. This was the first time in many months Jin actually felt himself get decent rest and manage to fall, and stay, happily asleep. He didn’t move at all other than to scoot closer, subconsciously, as Ahn-Bo rolled over onto his back at some point. That was how Jin awoke, with his cheek pressed into Bo-ah’s chest rising and falling evenly.
The cave was still dark around them, the fire having completely gone out, and only the first whispers of dawn had begun to emerge. They’d fallen asleep rather early so Jin didn’t feel the same hesitation he usually did from the early hour; this time his hesitation was in moving at all and potentially waking Ahn-Bo-ah up. He was warm and comfortable, snuggled into the wolf’s side and laying atop two plush bedrolls. There was nothing that could probably ever replace this as his favorite place to be - give or take the cave - and Jin pressed his nose into Bo-ah’s chest, smiling stupidly to himself.
He lay there for a little while just listening to the even sound of Ahn-Bo’s breathing. It might have been odd to some, but Jin had missed it so much he couldn’t tear himself away. Neither could he bear to wake the other. So instead, he waited until he noted the first signs of Bo-ah’s stirring and only then did Jin shift. Which… in itself might have been a slight miscalculation.
Originally his plan had been to wake up early and tidy up, maybe prepare breakfast, and only then nudge the sleepy wolf awake. Bo-ah needed his rest after the long months he’d had, and if Jin had held himself to this more disciplined plan, he might have saved them both the embarrassment of what came next. But he hadn’t, and so he flushed warmly as realization dawned. Scooting himself a slight distance away from Ahn-Bo, Jin shoved whatever fabric of the bedroll he could between them. He smiled sheepishly as the other stirred again at the abrupt movement. “Annyeonghi jumuseyo,” he hummed sheepishly.
The evening passed quickly. This was the first time in many months Jin actually felt himself get decent rest and manage to fall, and stay, happily asleep. He didn’t move at all other than to scoot closer, subconsciously, as Ahn-Bo rolled over onto his back at some point. That was how Jin awoke, with his cheek pressed into Bo-ah’s chest rising and falling evenly.
The cave was still dark around them, the fire having completely gone out, and only the first whispers of dawn had begun to emerge. They’d fallen asleep rather early so Jin didn’t feel the same hesitation he usually did from the early hour; this time his hesitation was in moving at all and potentially waking Ahn-Bo-ah up. He was warm and comfortable, snuggled into the wolf’s side and laying atop two plush bedrolls. There was nothing that could probably ever replace this as his favorite place to be - give or take the cave - and Jin pressed his nose into Bo-ah’s chest, smiling stupidly to himself.
He lay there for a little while just listening to the even sound of Ahn-Bo’s breathing. It might have been odd to some, but Jin had missed it so much he couldn’t tear himself away. Neither could he bear to wake the other. So instead, he waited until he noted the first signs of Bo-ah’s stirring and only then did Jin shift. Which… in itself might have been a slight miscalculation.
Originally his plan had been to wake up early and tidy up, maybe prepare breakfast, and only then nudge the sleepy wolf awake. Bo-ah needed his rest after the long months he’d had, and if Jin had held himself to this more disciplined plan, he might have saved them both the embarrassment of what came next. But he hadn’t, and so he flushed warmly as realization dawned. Scooting himself a slight distance away from Ahn-Bo, Jin shoved whatever fabric of the bedroll he could between them. He smiled sheepishly as the other stirred again at the abrupt movement. “Annyeonghi jumuseyo,” he hummed sheepishly.
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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.