While he didn’t sleep soundly through the night, whenever he woke, he would snuggle closer to Jin. It wouldn’t take long to become drowsy again and fall fast asleep. At one point he had woken to realize he’d rolled onto his back - and it was Jin-a who was the one reaching for him, even in his sleep. Ahn-Bo had cuddled closer instinctively, and it was in this position that his eyes fluttered open. The sun had begun its slow climb, the cave still dark and cozy during the hour between night and day.

The vampire shifted against him, and it became apparent very quickly that not only was Jin awake, but so was something else of his. Ahn-Bo was still dragging himself from the heavy layers between sleep and consciousness. It was with some confusion he felt his aein startle away from him and jerkily shift the blankets to put space between them.

He turned his head toward where Jin had scurried, blinking owlishly a few more times before he was awake enough to use his brain. And it was then that he realized that just like Jin, there was another part of him that had woken too. Thankfully, Jin’s scrambling and the double layer of blankets helped hide it (or so he hoped), replying with his own sheepish, “Joeun achim.” The casual version of good morning. Ahn-Bo feigned stretching so he could roll away from view and adjust himself (hopefully Jin wasn’t looking, but he couldn’t be sure.)

His voice was raspy from sleep as he tossed lightly over his shoulder as a distraction, “When will you speak casually Jin-a?” After all, he’d just been plastered up against Ahn-Bo with his—that thought did nothing to help with his own situation however, as a tiny zing raced up his spine.