Jin-a returned willingly, pressing himself as close to Ahn-Bo as he could—including his nose, which felt as if Jin had just shoved an icicle against his warm neck. “Aigoo,” he yelped in surprise, though quickly wrapped his arms around the vampire before he could pull away. He’d thought the whine was related to his reaction until Jin spoke.

He huffed a small laugh again, giving his aein a tight squeeze just because. ”As fate intended.” Spending an evening with Jin-a already had given him some semblance of himself back. He had a reason to smile, and laugh, and feel. Ahn-Bo clucked tongue against his teeth then as a different thought came to mind. “Though I wouldn’t mind perishing like this either-“ His palm cupped the vampire’s chin, holding it in place so he could kiss him softly. He pulled back then with a shadow of a grin to hear what Jin’s verdict was.