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First published March 29, 2018
❝The two of you are bullies of the worst kind, are you aware of that?❞
❝Are we?❞ Malcolm tossed Seong-Jae a mild glance. ❝Am I a bully, Seong-Jae?❞
❝You have your moments.❞
❝I'll take that as a compliment.❞
But for a moment Malcolm lingered on Seong-Jae, and something unreadable flickered in his eyes. Something almost like question; something almost like warmth; something almost like neither, strange and impossible to decipher.



Even when Seong-Jae's breaths evened and slowed and Malcolm knew he had fallen asleep, he stayed. He listened. He held on to this for as long as he could. In the morning, Seong-Jae would likely pretend this had never happened - and that, too, was all right. Morning was morning. Now was now.
And for now, Malcolm hung on Seong-Jae's every sleeping breath, and wondered if he would ever feel this calm again.




But Malcolm didn’t let him go. Instead his gaze dipped downward, a near-palpable touch to Seong-Jae’s lips, paired with an audible hitch to his breaths, their edges turning ragged. Malcolm’s hands clenched against Seong-Jae’s clothing, just a subtle flex of strength as his fingers dug in, and the pit of Seong-Jae’s stomach turned far too warm, heat stealing over him.
“Seong-Jae,” Malcolm breathed, and the rough, hungry edge on his name made Seong-Jae’s heart give an entirely distressing flip.
“…Malcolm…?” 😮💨😮💨
“Seong-Jae…”
“Yes?”
“You don’t have to hang up.”
“But I do not have anything else to say.”
“You don’t need to.” Malcolm smiled to himself, closing his eyes until it was just the dark and the sound of Seong-Jae’s breaths. “You don’t need to say a single word.”
Seong-Jae sounded so uncertain of himself. So young. “Then we simply…stay?”
“Yeah. It’s all right to just stay.”
After a considering silence, Seong-Jae said softly, huskily, “As you say.” 😭
“So am I your good luck now?”
“I don’t need your mouth right now, Seong-Jae,” Malcolm muttered—then flushed, a touch of heat creeping over his cheeks, down his throat, as he thought of Seong-Jae’s ripe, soft mouth"
"And for now, Malcolm hung on Seong-Jae’s every sleeping breath, and wondered if he would ever feel this calm again."
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❝I’ll brief you in the car,❞ Malcolm muttered. ❝When we get back, put in a requisition for your own desk. If you had your own desktop, you’d already have the prelims by now.❞
❝But I like your desk,❞ Seong-Jae pointed out.
❝Of course you do.❞ Malcolm tried to bite his tongue, but then added under his breath, ❝…asshole.❞
❝Jot,❞ Seong-Jae countered without missing a beat.
❝That’s not a bad outlook,❞ Malcolm murmured. ❝Sometimes your ice queen act can be useful.❞
❝Why are you under the impression that my behavior is an act?❞
Malcolm sighed. ❝Wishful thinking, I suppose.❞ ...
❝You have my apologies,❞ he said, and pivoted on his heel to stride toward the door.
❝Hey,❞ Malcolm barked after him.
Seong-Jae paused, poised mid-stride, and glanced back. ❝Yes?❞
❝Don’t apologize if you don’t fucking mean it.❞
❝Very well, then. You do not have my apologies,❞ Seong-Jae retorted. ❝And I will not be pleased if you are hung over and as foul today as you were yesterday.❞
❝I already told him you’re not my boyfriend. You don’t get to nag like one.❞ Malcolm snorted. If this wasn’t fucking déjà vu all over again. ❝Out, Seong-Jae.❞
❝Seong-Jae?❞
Seong-Jae had glanced away, but now he lifted his inscrutable gaze to Malcolm, black eyes seeming to see into him—to see every doubt, every question that was creeping up on Malcolm and making him second-guess his every decision. ❝Yes, Malcolm?❞
❝If you get something, you’ll tell me, yeah?❞
Seong-Jae considered, then asked, ❝If I tell you, will you listen?❞
❝…I’ll try.❞
❝Then when I have something, I will tell you.❞
❝Thanks.❞ Fuck. That shouldn’t have been so hard to say. He didn’t know if he was having trouble trusting Seong-Jae, having trouble trusting himself, or both.
Seong-Jae sighed. He really rather wasn’t overly fond of human interaction. They were much easier to deal with when they were dead.
Fuck a stranger to stop thinking about Seong-Jae, and wake up with Seong-Jae standing over his bed, watching him with the same analytical impassivity with which he might watch a crime scene. For fuck’s sake. Not exactly how he wanted to start his morning.°