CW: there’s a sock on this door >>;
sexual content ahead.

September 9, 1895 — Dongmulwon Park, cathedral ruins

There’s a story that’s never told—
of a place that is dead and cold…

Words in both English and Joseoneo were tripping over themselves in Jin’s head as he made his way across the park. He’d become more and more grateful for Britain’s gloomy weather since the end of summer slowly started to bleed into autumn. It meant less days he needed to walk around or huddle under a ridiculous parasol to keep his skin from singeing to high hell when he, inevitably, wanted to spend every possible moment outside of that zoo of a house.

If there was one redeeming quality about Dongmulwon however, it was the lovely park that stretched for acres away from the manor. Jin had spent many days and nights exploring the perimeter since coming here and one of his discoveries had been the ruins of an old cathedral. It must have fallen into disrepair sometime in the last century and the previous owner had never bothered to restore it. He knew Abeoji likely wouldn’t invest in a shrine here either and so Jin had quickly formed an attachment to the seemingly desolate little place.

He visited often, but especially on days like today when he was itching to get words out of his head and onto paper, it was the quietest place to think. He had the various accouterments that made up the mungbangsawoo in hand, as well as a clever new notebook Ahn-Bo had bought him in town. It was beautiful: leather-bound and compact. Jin was thrilled to use it and protected it jealously. He didn’t write new lyrics down often but, well, today inspiration had struck.

As he made his way over a taller bank of grass, the wind hummed and threatened rain. Around him the tall strands whistled in a way he was starting to think was particularly English. Lonely, cold, but a little bit beautiful. Finally the ruins came into view and Jin smiled quietly to himself. He didn’t expect the sight that greeted him however (as he rounded the corner towards a low part in the stone wall) and, coming to an abrupt halt, he felt a warmth bloom around his collar.

Through your eyes I can see the storm; an endless battle that’s raging on…

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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.

It had been four days since the full moon had ended. It took him two days to physically recover, and by the third day, he would run out of his small stash of opium. Ahn-Bo would have purchased more using his pocket money, but the Collector kept it under lock and key. The bastard likely had a detection enchantment placed on the house so he'd be immediately alerted if anything beyond what he allowed was on the property. If he tried anything, he didn't doubt that it would be taken away from him completely. The idea of having to experience the transitions without anything to alleviate the pain (like when he'd been young) had bile rising in his throat.

Thus, he was controlled just like the rest of his brothers.

With his strength nearly returned, he resumed his daily exercise routine. He'd taken the path that brought him past Jin's ruins on his run and then had looped around to return to it. Jin had told him about the place when they'd first moved in, and it had become one of his favorite haunts. Ahn-Bo didn't see the appeal. The only thing a crumbled stone building was good for was its stones—they made perfect weights for his workouts. He hadn't told Jin he'd been using it from time to time.

It felt like maybe it was a private, sacred place to his brother. Jin may not have appreciated what he would see as an intrusion.

That had yet to run into each other there, though that was about to change. Despite the fact that the summer heat had cooled and a storm was rolling in, he had yet to feel it made a difference in his body heat. It could have been the werewolf in him or just that he ran hot, but he also would never pass the opportunity to wear as few clothes as possible. The majority of his clothing had been thrown in a crumpled pile near one of the stone archways. He'd learned on that very first day what it meant to have bug bites on your bare arse (among other more sensitive places), so he kept his trousers on and rolled them up to his knees.

Maybe he'd stayed longer on purpose, hoping to catch Jin.

Or maybe he was just really into seeing if he could beat his record of pull-ups from the one archway he'd found that seemed sturdy enough for his weight but ruined enough for him to have even handholds. So it was when he was sweaty, shirtless, and not purposely at the top of his pull-up (when his muscles flexed the most) that Jin approached. His scent on the wind had given him away.

Ahn-Bo continued the show as if he wasn't aware that Jin stood behind him.

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He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.

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As Jin stood there at the edge of his sacred little ruins, the heat that had started under his collar spread into his cheeks like a veritable disease. He wasn’t sure if he was impressed or startled, but one thing was certain— he was definitely entranced. He watched from afar, unable to tear his gaze away, as Ahn-Bo pulled himself up and down in the stone archway. His back was to Jin so the half-vampire got a comprehensive view of all the rippling effort his training took. And without any clothes for modesty’s sake.

Jin swallowed thickly.

It always impressed him how Ahn-Bo could be so disciplined. He’d always been athletic; even in school he’d been one of the better quidditch players at Mahoutokoro and certainly the most sporting. But he’d grown into a powerfully built adult and Jin wasn’t sure he’d ever really… taken full, objective notice. Not from a distance anyway. (Good thing too; he didn’t know how he was supposed to concentrate on anything else ever again. Not that he didn’t already struggle with that when it came to Ahn-Bo.)

His brother was on his hundred-billionth rep by the time Jin realized he was ogling. Closing his mouth with a snap of teeth, the half-vampire coughed. His cheeks were aflame but he held his head high as he stepped over the low wall of rubble. He tightened his grip on the things in his left hand and made to walk towards the intruder, a silly smile on his face. Should he make a joke? Call Ahn-Bo out for showing off? Say nothing? Jin didn’t know. His brain was still trying to get over the fact that he had just stopped within arms-length of his brother’s sweaty back. Jin reached out to poke him with one cold index finger.

“Ahn-Bo-ah,” he prodded innocently. The warmth in his face refused to subside but Jin managed to school his features somewhat successfully. “Gwenchana?” He seemed to have an awful lot of stamina still for someone so sweaty. Jin resisted the urge to smirk.

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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.

Ahn-Bo felt his grin growing wider with each rep. Jin was close and undoubtedly watching him—staring, even, based on how long it took him to announce his presence. He knew he was what people thought of when they referenced the most handsome, perfectly chiseled man that had ever existed... but that didn't hold a candle to what it was like when Jin appreciated that too. He felt it from the top of his head down to his toes. Jin liked what he saw. Finally, Jin said something and Ahn-Bo didn't stop his reps (nor did he bother faking surprise.)

"Just ten more reps," He grunted, as if he'd actually been counting and not just going for as long as Jin was watching him. On the last one, he pulled himself all the way up to the top of the arch, just enough to leverage his upper body above it—and then he was sitting cross-legged on the stones, smirking down at Jin from his perch. "What brings you here, Jin-ah?" He asked breezily, as if he hadn't immediately clocked the familiar items in Jin's hand. (Including the gift Ahn-Bo had gotten him.)

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Jin shouldn’t have been so pleased at the response he got but there was something in the way Ahn-Bo moved that arrested him. He was perfectly content to stand by and watch as the wolf finished his training. Walking around to the front of him so Jin could see his face, he made to smile but the expression went a little askew as he took in the full frontal view of his brother’s bare chest. Jin found himself going slack jawed and he blinked quickly. Twice.

Embarrassed, he dropped his gaze and adjusted his grip on his things again. Jin only managed to look back up at Ahn-Bo as his brother finished and climbed up to sit on the arch. He heard the pebbles overtop moving and he glanced up in time to see hyung’s posterior go up past him. The beaming grin that stared down as he re-settled was enough to make Jin frown accusatorially. You did that on purpose, he wanted to retort but the words caught in his chest.

Lifting his head a bit despite the deep blush, Jin cleared his throat. “I see you’ve found my little hideaway,” he responded avoidantly. Ahn-Bo knew very well why he came here. To escape. (The house, Abeoji, his brothers, life — all of it.) But Jin was perfectly happy to share. He smiled as he looked around at the rubble and arches and the one stained glass window that remained. It was his tiny little domain and if there was any single person he wanted to share it with, that was undoubtedly Ahn-Bo.

Walking back under the arch the way he’d come, Jin moved into his favorite corner. It was on the far side of the shattered ruins in a place up against the stone wall where it was highest. The entirety of the roof and walls had been destroyed, but in the height of the day shadows from a large tree just beyond shielded him from the worst of the sun. Now, with the clouds overhead and the wind rustling through his hair, it was completely open. Jin settled himself in the grass and leaned back against the stone, setting his things down. He looked back towards his brother and wondered if Ahn-Bo was planning on staying up there or not. (Frankly, Jin had considered climbing up there himself but he didn’t dare risk ruining his precious gift.) He inclined his head slightly and made a face to encourage the handsome wolf down and over. “Come see for yourself,” he said coyly.

And with that, Jin arranged his writing things carefully and began rubbing a meok on the inkstone he’d brought with a little bit of water from the tip of his wand.

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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.

He was absolutely glowing beneath Jin's slack-jawed gaze (and also glistening, thanks to the sweat dripping from his brow.) If the singer was watching, he might as well give him a good show. Yes, it was showing off. Was he ashamed of it? Not. In. The. Least. Jin's blush had made it worth it, and he would do it again right now if he knew Jin would blush again.

Though he'd been enjoying this view of Jin looking up at him in awe, his eyes followed Jin's path like a lost puppy. Jin was like a magnet. Whenever he was in the room, he had Ahn-Bo's full attention. Sometimes he wasn't in the room at all—wolf senses and all that.

Jin had settled into the grass in a spot that Ahn-Bo had known was his favorite: yet another reason he'd selected this particular archway to do his exercises. Whenever he'd been here without Jin, Jin's scent had been strongest in that little corner, tucked safely away from the outside world.

The invitation had Ahn-Bo on the ground a moment later, having accomplished a graceful leap that stung his joints on the landing—it had been a rather tall archway, but he wasn't about to tell Jin that. Like a moth to a flame, he followed Jin's steps until he reached him.

And then, despite how sweaty and large he was, he sat himself directly on Jin's lap, trying his best not to bump Jin's things; he wasn't in the mood for a scolding. "Yeogi isseoyo," He grinned smugly, despite the fact that he'd essentially ruined Jin's clean clothes.

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yeogi isseo: I'm here/here I am

  

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Jin was amused with the way his brother seemed to trail after him today like a puppy. And Ahn-Bo was like a giant, squishable, dopey puppy— most of the time. One that could maim, perhaps. But even in his werewolf form, Jin imagined he couldn’t be that bad. Terrifyingly murderous, sure. But still cute, in as much as a werewolf could be. If there was a contest for the cutest of the ugliest, he knew Ahn-Bo would win. How could he not? It was with this ridiculous train of thought that Jin mixed his ink. He had expected his brother to settle in beside him, or hover over top on the edge of the wall, but instead Ahn-Bo planted himself right in Jin’s lap and golden-brown hues widened.

The ink splattered a bit on the grass and Jin dropped his wand immediately to wrap an arm around his brother steadyingly. A soft whine caught in the back of his throat but as the ink had luckily missed anything of note, he couldn’t count himself particularly upset. He turned a playfully annoyed expression on his brother and wrinkled his nose. “You smell,” Jin responded, trying to keep a straight face.

From this close proximity he allowed himself to study the strong lines that made up Ahn-Bo’s handsome face. His brow was beaded with sweat, likely from training, and the perspiration had extended to the whole rest of his upper body now pressed directly into Jin’s clothes. Jin couldn’t say he particularly minded ruining these, given they were of the British style, but it was still gross. Ahn-Bo’s skin was warm under his hand and if he tried not to think about the fact that he now had a lapful of the very adonis he’d been admiring before, Jin was not particularly successful. He shifted in place, trying not to jostle, and his cheeks went warm again.

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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.

His ability to predict how Jin would react to his playing was accurate the majority of the time. At least ninety percent, if he were to give it a number (and that was a conservative one.) It was nearly a drug for him, one that he was happily addicted to. When Jin reacted how he'd hoped, he had a little shot of euphoria that raced through him. The more reactions he pulled from Jin, the more he craved them. More, more, more, always more. The combination of getting another blush from Jin and neither being scolded nor dumped on the grass had him on cloud nine.

As soon as Jin had wrapped a steadying arm around his back, he'd taken the opportunity to slide the hand furthest from Jin up to rest affectionately on his chest. "Like what?" he replied innocently. "Muscles? Virility? Seduction?" It was all he could do to keep a straight face at his suggestions, but he held firm. Jin's reaction would be worth it.

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Jin pursed his lips to keep from laughing as his brother cracked the most Ahn-Bo like joke ever. The answer was yes— all of the above, but Jin certainly wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. Instead, he wrinkled his nose delicately again and leaned back against the stone. (Ahn-Bo’s hand on his chest followed the movement and Jin couldn’t help but find a small satisfaction in it.)

“Like wet dog,” he deadpanned, but his facade was starting to crack. The smallest of smiles crept across Jin’s face as he admired his brother in all his sweaty, giddy, playful glory. This was his favorite version of Ahn-Bo: carefree, affectionate and a little bit silly.

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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.

At Jin's clever retort, a loud laugh burst out. Bantering with him when it was just the two of them was at the top of Ahn-Bo's 'favorite things to do with Jin' list. "Geuraeyo, geuraeyo," He grinned and slid from his brother's lap. Though he didn't go far. The sight of the marks he'd left on Jin's clothing did things to him that he hadn't expected. He liked the idea of marking Jin as his—that he had been there—touching him where most others weren't welcome. Perhaps he was a dog after all.

He settled himself on the grass with his back against the stone, the same as Jin. The stone felt cool on his back, and he considered letting it cool his front too (though that likely wouldn't be very attractive.) Ahn-Bo ducked his chin slightly, allowing it to cool the back of his neck as well.

"If you're done insulting me, let's see if you're putting that notebook to good use," He teased, flicking one of his hands toward Jin's things. They weren't as tidy as they had been when he'd walked up, he noted, but couldn't quite bring himself to care.

Geuraeyo: showing agreement

  

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He has a noticeable accent when speaking in English.

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When Ahn-Bo made to slide off his lap, Jin shifted self-consciously. He was doing his best not to be jostled and he feigned brushing himself off so he might readjust his position. He was definitely a little damp and sticky feeling in the wake of his brother’s visit, but he didn’t care about that.

Turning back to re-tidy his things, Jin finished mixing the last of the ink quickly and then set about opening the freshly pressed notebook. He grinned impishly at Ahn-Bo beside him with an eagerness that was entirely child-like. The pages were so soft and they were bound perfectly in the center. He held it up and wiggled it slightly. That was when he realized a fatal flaw in his plan. There was no way he was going to be able to focus enough to actually write with someone - particularly this distracting someone - beside him. Jin’s smile faded.

“You can’t watch,” he said in a deadpanned, matter of fact way.

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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.

Ahn-Bo watched as Jin did adorable things, like mixing the ink and setting up his notebook... and then he paused. At first, he thought Jin might be joking with him. But after a quick glance that took in Jin's posture and the non-smile (the real one, not the one he pretended to have when he secretly enjoyed the werewolf's antics), it was clear that this wasn't a joke. He was completely serious.

For this, he needed to sit up straight. He peeled himself from the wall, though was unable to stop the incredulous chuckle that came out, "What? You're the one who invited me over here."

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Jin felt his cheeks heat instantly at Ahn-Bo’s reaction. His brother was right; he certainly hadn’t thought this one through very well. Glancing down at the notebook that was now settled in his lap, Jin rubbed his thumb against the cover idly. “I know,” he admitted sheepishly. “I just… I can’t write when people are watching.” He gave Ahn-Bo an apologetic little grimace. Jin could write when the others were around in a group and they were ignoring him. He could even write in a room full of strangers and not feel any kind of distraction. He just couldn’t focus when someone was looking or worse, reading, over his shoulder. The creative process was not a one-shot effort. It required revision. Especially when he didn’t have melodies to attribute to the words yet.

That was when an idea popped into Jin’s head. “Here,” he said, laying the notebook open to the first page and setting two small rocks on either side to keep it open. He picked up the put and gently dipped it in the ink before holding the brush out to Ahn-Bo. “Why don’t you break it in first?” Then, thinking better of it, Jin pulled the brush away momentarily before Ahn-Bo could grab it. “But nothing vulgar, please.” He held it out again. “Just… write your name or something.”

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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.

He felt a silly pang of rejection in his chest. He'd been grouped in with... 'everyone else,' a person separate from Jin, rather than a part of him. Like an accessory. Or.. appendage. It was ridiculous that he even cared about something so small like that. Obviously they were two distinct people. They were friends, brothers... Ahn-Bo watched curiously as Jin seemed to process what to do next.

He'd spread the notebook out and weighed it down with rocks, and now Jin wanted him to write in it? A mischievous smirk was already in place as he reached for the brush; he knew exactly how he was going to break this notebook in. It wasn't as if Jin expected him to write anything of substance—that was Jin's talent—but Ahn-Bo knew how to turn a phrase or two (into innuendos, but that still counted as far as he was concerned.)

He made a sound of protest when the brush was pulled away. Alright, alright. It seemed as if Jin wanted to take this a bit more seriously. He cherished the notebook. Clearly, he felt strongly enough about it that he hadn't wanted the wolf to make a joke. Ahn-Bo nodded his understanding, his expression more serious (though really, he had a soft grin just as he always did when he was around Jin.) Once the brush was relinquished to him, he did exactly as instructed, writing his name out on the fresh sheet of paper. When he was done, he sat back and looked to Jin, "How's that?"

  

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The smirk on Ahn-Bo’s face had been exactly the one Jin had hoped to preempt as he pulled the brush away and set ground rules. While normally he wouldn’t have minded holding an innuendo or two close, this was a cherished notebook. Not one to be sullied. And, if for whatever reason Abeoji did get a hold of it one day, the less proof of Ahn-Bo’s tomfoolery the better they’d all be. His name was a simple gesture to mark the passing of a gift. That much was allowed, surely.

Jin watched, enraptured as his brother wrote his name across the first page. His handwriting was strong and decided just like he was; Ahn-Bo had been educated from a young age too so he didn’t second-guess as much as Jin sometimes still did. “Whoaaaa,” Jin made an impressed sounding noise. “It’s art. Pure art.”

He flashed his brother a happy grin that exposed both dimples on either side of his mouth. Jin rarely smiled so brightly, but he rarely had an excuse to feel such thorough happiness either. He reached for the brush, careful not to let it drip over the notebook, but accidentally painted a line on Ahn-Bo’s bare arm. Oops. Before his brother could say anything, Jin wrapped the cold fingers of his right hand around Ahn-Bo’s arm to steady it and fixed the line. He drew out the Hangul character for ‘precious’ around it instead. Jin.

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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.

He didn't think writing his own name was that impressive, though Jin seemed to think otherwise. Whatever Jin thought is what mattered—so if this small thing had made him happy, then he would write his name on every single page of that notebook, with Jin's blessing, of course. And the bojogae. Ahn-Bo nearly melted. He made Jin smile often enough—small smiles, a few chuckles—but never was it anything as bright as this. Hell, he'd write his name across every page he could find—surfaces, furniture, walls, even. As long as he was rewarded with a bojogae smile just like that one.

It seemed he'd done whatever Jin had needed from him; the brush was removed from his hand. There was something cold and wet on the top of his forearm. Not that it bothered him any. He had planned on bathing once he was back inside the manor anyhow. Jin could tell him to roll around in a mud puddle, and he'd do it happily. (Though to be fair, he would probably do that regardless of the situation.)

Jin's head had bent to obscure his view, adding something to the ink that was already there. When he shifted, Ahn-Bo's heart skipped a beat. Jin. Of course he would turn a mistake into something beautiful: the poetic little soul that he was. Mesmerized, it took him a moment to react. Maybe Jin didn't group him with everyone else after all. It wasn't like he was inking them up right now, was he? His eyes shone brightly as a genuine, happy smile spread across his face.

Now it was his turn to blush—a rarity—he asked softly, "Trying to claim me, Jin-ah?" It had meant to be a jest, a tease about the situation to cover whatever strong feelings were racing through his body... though he hadn't been able to fully accomplish it.

bojogae: dimples

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