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205 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 10, 2018




❝I will never expect you to put my life above the life and well-being of someone you love, Malcolm.❞ Dark eyes held his with such promise, such painful and quiet understanding. ❝No matter what your sense of duty expects.❞
Don't you know that right now...
You're the one I'd give up life and limb for?
You're the one I'd put above anyone and everyone else?
But ❝I know you wouldn't,❞ was all he said aloud. ❝That's why I trust you with everything.❞

The emptiness that we confess
In the dimmest hour of day
In the common town they make a sound
Like the low sad moan of prey
The bitter taste the hidden face
Of the lost forgotten child
The darkest need the slowest speed
The debt unreconciled
...
The awful cost of all we lost
As we looked the other way
We've paid the price of this cruel device
Till we've nothing left to pay
~ The Angry River
Wordless, Seong-Jae held him, his embrace so warm, so comforting, long fingers threading through Malcolm's hair in soothing strokes. He said so much through touch, more than most managed with the longest speeches, and that touch right now promised safety, promised forgiveness, promised kindness, promised acceptance.
Whatever Malcolm's crimes of the past...
Here, in this now, in Seong-Jae's arms, he finally felt whole again.








⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*A Little Better*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱

Whatever Malcolm’s crimes of the past…
Here, in this now, in Seong-Jae’s arms, he finally felt whole again.
"Here, in this now, in Seong-Jae’s arms, he finally felt whole again."
“Why are you such an asshole?” he asked. “Because I love it when you call me one,” Malcolm replied, with a completely unrepentant grin. Seong-Jae bit his tongue.
"Malcolm interjected his body between them, making a wall of himself before she could ever come into contact with Seong-Jae. “Hey,” he said firmly, leaning down to look into her eyes., letting his napkin fall. “No touching. He’s mine.”

still abit boring but am gonna continue
“I can be sorry I upset you without knowing what I did to upset you, Seong-Jae.”
“Why?”
“Because I like how we are when we’re okay with each other.” With a faint smile, Malcolm shrugged. “Believe it or not, I like having you for a partner. That’s not something I ever thought I would say again.”
'Malcom wasnt overly surprised that, the moment he and Seong-Jae stepped into the homicide bullpen, everyone stopped and stared at them.
It wasn’t really him. At least he was wearing a shirt, and had a dry cleaner’s garment bag dangling over his shoulder by one finger hooked in the hanger, suit hanging against his back.
It was the half-naked crow of a man gliding smoothly in his wake, walking through the Central HQ station like it was absolutely normal to strut around work in nothing but a pair of workout pants and motorcycle boots, his lean, hard-cut body still glistening with a drying sheen of sweat.
Some days, Malcolm wondered if Seong-Jae was really that divorced from social conventions, or if he just didn’t care.'
oy seongjae yoon, ily <3
“Tch.”
Malcolm sighed patiently. “Seong-Jae.”
“What.”
“Seong-Jae.”
He might as well have caught Seong-Jae by the collar and yanked him about to face Malcolm. Seong-Jae snapped his head toward him, narrowing his eyes, grinding his teeth. “What.”
“Did you pick my lock?”
“Nngh.” Seong-Jae glowered, growling in the back of his throat, the tips of his ears hot—after a few grating moments where the sound of his own molars clashing together almost shredded his nerves, he muttered reluctantly, “…this time.”
“What do you mean, this time?”
“I mean,” Seong-Jae snapped, “that you are inordinately careless when engaged in other activities, and frequently leave your door unlocked. With a stranger in your apartment.”
“So that’s why you’re so worried about the strangers in my apartment, huh?” He settled to lean against the wall next to Seong-Jae, his broad shoulder brushing Seong-Jae’s shoulder and arm, hard-hewn and thick through the suit’s fine wool. “I’m glad you’re so concerned about me.”
Seong-Jae curled his upper lip and pulled away, shifting one inch over until they were no longer touching. “Do not be ridiculous. You are not appropriately attired.”
“For what?”
“Your physical assessment,” Seong-Jae pointed out. “You are aware that as your ranking officer, it is up to me whether or not you can return to active duty?”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that. I usually just get away with a quick checkup physical.”
“Malcolm?”
“What?” Malcolm asked blandly.
“Malcolm.”
“…you’re a tyrant.” Malcolm grumbled against the rim of his mug. “Fine. How are you planning to torture me?”
“A proper physical assessment would suffice,” Seong-Jae said—then pulled his hand from his pocket and pointed sternly at Malcolm before the old wolf could fully open his mouth. “No.”
Malcolm grinned unrepentantly, the weathered, aged seams around his eyes crinkling at the corners. “You’re starting to know me too well.”
“Unfortunately. Regrettably.” With a huff, Seong-Jae folded his arms over his chest.
“You’re normally more subtle than this.”
“Than what?”
“Really? That’s how you’re going to play it?”
“Give me that,” Seong-Jae bit off, and snatched the second mug from Malcolm’s hand. “And go change.”
Malcolm just gave him a knowing look, then chuckled and turned to duck back inside. “Yes, dear."
little interactions like this <3
“You’ve been getting on with the field work?” he asked tentatively.
“Mm.”
“Anything unusual?”
“No.” Seong-Jae seemed as if he would say nothing else, then, “A hitand-run driver identified by plates on traffic cameras. An alcohol poisoning case at the university that may be tried as a homicide rather than seeking suit for wrongful death.”
Mechanical information. Recited tonelessly, emptily, with no interest— either in the cases or in talking to Malcolm. Malcolm hadn’t realized just how much Seong-Jae had subtly warmed to him in small, yet measurable ways until they’d been withdrawn. Sometimes, he realized… Small things could hurt as much as the heaviest blow.
“Do you want to finish them out together, or are you good wrapping up on your own?” he asked.
“I am fine,” Seong-Jae said distantly, his fingers curling against his mouth, gaze fixed out the window but hardly seeming to see the city blurring past, eyes unfocused. “There is nothing left but paperwork.”
“Half the time it feels like that’s most of our job.”
Seong-Jae said nothing.
only bcs he's clueless and doesnt realize how much he hurt my bb seongjae will i forgive him
“You are wrapping as though you are attempting to protect your skin. The purpose is to reinforce your joints and bones, so that the impact of a blow is less likely to tear them out of place in damaging ways and permanently injure your hands and wrists. Learn how to do it right.”
“Yes, Sir,” Malcolm murmured, and bit back his grin at the foul look Seong-Jae flung him.
He wasn’t about to tell Seong-Jae he knew all that. That he’d just beend istracted. It seemed to make his partner feel a little better to have something to snarl at Malcolm over, and it eased something inside Malcolm himself to have Seong-Jae fussing and growling over him, those warm hands firmly layering the tape over his skin, sealing it off, then starting on the other hand in efficient, brusque motions. The entire time Seong-Jae hissed things under his breath, too low to be audible but most certainly irritated, the lyrical lilt of his subtle Korean accent coming out more strongly with every vituperative word, his brows drawn into black and furious furrows. And when he was done with Malcolm’s other hand, he promptly dumped it in Malcolm’s lap, snatched the roll of tape from him, and started wrapping his own knuckles.
Mouth twitching with the struggle it took not to smile, Malcolm flexed his hands, clenching and unclenching them until the tape settled with his movements, giving him a full range of motion. He glanced at Seong-Jae, watching from the corner of his eye as Seong-Jae layered the thick bands of white tape against his skin, glaring at his own hands as if they’d mortally offended him
“You worried about me, Seong-Jae?” Malcolm asked softly. Seong-Jae stiffened. He lifted his head, fixing Malcolm with a seething look, before one hand shot out, tangled in the front of Malcolm’s shirt, and jerked him close until he was eye to cold, penetrating black eye and just barely holding back a startled yelp.
“Do not,” Seong-Jae bit off, baring his teeth, “tempt me to hit you before we officially begin your assessment.”
Then he let go, leaving Malcolm rocking back—
“I think,” he murmured, more to himself than anything, “I missed you.”
and am so glad there was some 'vulnerability' here :
“Don’t pull back,” he whispered, and tentatively slipped his fingers into Seong-Jae’s hair, cradling him, letting cool washes of silk pour over his fingers.
“Please, just this once. We don’t have to talk about it, but…stay like this. If you want to.” The knot in his throat was trying to kill him, trying to choke him into nothing. “Do you want to?”
Nothing. A waiting and trembling nothing.
Until Seong-Jae’s arms were around his shoulders, draped loosely, fingers laced against the back of his neck. And Seong-Jae’s head was on his shoulder, resting there quietly, tensely, as if waiting to be pushed away.
“Mn.”
“Okay,” Malcolm said, breathing him in, absorbing that scent of diesel and smoke, as he curled his hands against the small of Seong-Jae’s back and held while he could. “Okay, then.”
And he simply stayed.
❝Tell me I’m not the only one feeling this.❞ He searched those unreadable eyes, looking for…for…anything. ❝I can’t get you out of me, and it’s fucking up my head.❞
❝I can be sorry I upset you without knowing what I did to upset you, Seong-Jae.❞
❝Why?❞
❝Because I like how we are when we’re okay with each other.❞ With a faint smile, Malcolm shrugged. ❝Believe it or not, I like having you for a partner. That’s not something I ever thought I would say again.❞
❝I will never expect you to put my life above the life and well-being of someone you love, Malcolm.❞ Dark eyes held his with such promise, such painful and quiet understanding. ❝No matter what your sense of duty expects.❞
Don’t you know that right now…
You’re the one I’d give up life and limb for?
You’re the one I’d put above anyone and everyone else?
Wordless, Seong-Jae held him, his embrace so warm, so comforting, long fingers threading through Malcolm’s hair in soothing strokes. He said so much through touch, more than most managed with the longest speeches, and that touch right now promised safety, promised forgiveness, promised kindness, promised acceptance. Whatever Malcolm’s crimes of the past… Here, in this now, in Seong-Jae’s arms, he finally felt whole again.
❝He passed.❞
Anjulie pursed her lips, scanning the page. ❝Frankly, at his age, I’m shocked.❞
❝…excuse the fuck out of you?❞ Malcolm growled.
❝Ow.❞ Malcolm squinted one eye up; the cold and the pressure hurt, but he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from Seong-Jae’s touch. ❝Everyone keeps punching me.❞
Seong-Jae chuckled, low and velvety. ❝You have that kind of face.❞
❝Yeah?❞ Malcolm murmured. …
❝Yeah,❞ Seong-Jae answered. And when Malcolm leaned into him and rested his head to his shoulder… Seong-Jae didn’t pull away.
❝Deep breath. We’re just going to go in, see what we see, and get out. No more than an hour.❞
❝An hour in this suit is an eternity in hell.❞
❝But you look so good in it,❞ Malcolm rumbled, …
