[The reason Jaekwan shouted suddenly is because of Agent Choi's actions. Soleum stands and Choi drops his hand from his own face, lips pursed, eyes bright with a blue spark. Soleum apologizes for not staying any longer as if there's something calling for him elsewhere, but the only place he's wanted right now is in this very room. That's why Choi grabs him by the arm.]
[The kiss isn't intense or all that forceful, aside from the fact that it's done without warning or even bothering to ask. Jaekwan barks his title in offense but he seems too shocked by the motion to actually get up and stop them, which gives Choi plenty of time to grasp Soleum by the cheek and tilt his head forcibly into his lips, locking him in place as he takes his fill.]
I don't want to hear any more excuses, Grapes.
[And he pushes at him to sit right back down on the couch, in the space he's carved out for himself. Agent Choi plants his hands on his shoulders, standing over him as if to pin him in place.]
Jaekwan may be able to give up, but you can't expect the same from me. I'm not going to let you go if you're only going to use trite words like that.
[He smiles a little wider. It looks like a smirk, in all honesty, but it's not haughty. There's some serious annoyance in his gaze.]
[ When Agent Choi pulls up at the same time, Soleum jumps, shin colliding with the table's edge. His mouth pulls around an unsaid curse, then parts in surprise, teeth showing, braced for what he can only predict to be an incoming swing on a trip to knock them out. It's either that or a remark so cutting and inarguably true he'd never be able to look him in the eyes again. But his supervisor volleys over his every expectation like it's nothing, like he knows he's fleeing with his tail puffed up and trembling. Waiting for cruelty.
The reality is, he would have preferred having his nose punched in. That Agent Choi's anger and contempt come bearing along with it a clean stroke of pain he could let heal over in the end, and that'd be it. He can't do that with a pair of warm lips clamping over his own, sealing tight what Soleum wants to cry out at him: Why are you prolonging it? Why the hell can't you just let me leave?
His stomach flips crashing back into the couch, making him feel much like a mannequin that's been sent careening over. Its limbs too stiff and awkward to put itself back into order. ]
No, [ he whispers, still stunned, but steadily growing quietly furious. No, they are not idiots. They're both incredibly skilled veterans in their field. But more than their expertise, he holds in the highest regard that they don't need to be more than who they are to help others. They don't need to cling to trite pretenses; they get to stand there as the moral pinnacle of this world, interrogate him, and have every right to.
Agent Choi's veins are a healthy color, smooth and close to his skin. His eyes cruise to the hand on his left shoulder, the right, his gaze coasting over what he can make of Agent Bronze's expression somewhere between — so he didn't know this would happen. The clench of his jaw releases with a measured sigh. ]
What words do you want me to use, sir? My vocabulary isn't as wide as you think it is.
[A lot of times, it seems like Agent Grapes is holding down something ferocious. He has an incredible amount of self control, given how much teasing he puts up with, the situations he's been foisted into... Hell, his first official job as part of the bureau had him cutting his damn arm off. Without anyone asking! He must have an amazing degree of self restraint. It's impressive, and exactly what you need to be a skilled agent.]
[Right now, however, it's just pissing Agent Choi off.]
Don't be coy with me, now - You always impress me with your range. You always know just what to say to smooth things over.
[Like the first time they met, when he successfully cowed Bronze into getting him to attempt to swap teams. Like when they met in the Faceless Market and he gave him that maybe-true story about wanting to solve the mystery from that bloodied hand... He always has a way to get himself in the right position. The issue is that right now, the right position is where he's currently sitting and he's still trying to wriggle his way out.]
But you're being too obvious with your lying right now... You don't think we brought this up on a whim, do you?
[There's a small flinching shift from Jaekwan. A sign that he wants to argue, but thankfully for Choi he stays quiet. "Well, I kind of brought the conversation up on a whim," he probably wants to say...]
Let's try it one more time. [He's leaned down now, his face close to Soleum's. He knows he's avoiding looking at him, so he won't give him the luxury.] And if you still hate it, I'll swear on the dokkaebi - I won't bring it up again. [Then he huffs, quietly adding,] But I'll always treat you the same.
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[The kiss isn't intense or all that forceful, aside from the fact that it's done without warning or even bothering to ask. Jaekwan barks his title in offense but he seems too shocked by the motion to actually get up and stop them, which gives Choi plenty of time to grasp Soleum by the cheek and tilt his head forcibly into his lips, locking him in place as he takes his fill.]
I don't want to hear any more excuses, Grapes.
[And he pushes at him to sit right back down on the couch, in the space he's carved out for himself. Agent Choi plants his hands on his shoulders, standing over him as if to pin him in place.]
Jaekwan may be able to give up, but you can't expect the same from me. I'm not going to let you go if you're only going to use trite words like that.
[He smiles a little wider. It looks like a smirk, in all honesty, but it's not haughty. There's some serious annoyance in his gaze.]
Do you think we're both idiots or something?
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The reality is, he would have preferred having his nose punched in. That Agent Choi's anger and contempt come bearing along with it a clean stroke of pain he could let heal over in the end, and that'd be it. He can't do that with a pair of warm lips clamping over his own, sealing tight what Soleum wants to cry out at him: Why are you prolonging it? Why the hell can't you just let me leave?
His stomach flips crashing back into the couch, making him feel much like a mannequin that's been sent careening over. Its limbs too stiff and awkward to put itself back into order. ]
No, [ he whispers, still stunned, but steadily growing quietly furious. No, they are not idiots. They're both incredibly skilled veterans in their field. But more than their expertise, he holds in the highest regard that they don't need to be more than who they are to help others. They don't need to cling to trite pretenses; they get to stand there as the moral pinnacle of this world, interrogate him, and have every right to.
Agent Choi's veins are a healthy color, smooth and close to his skin. His eyes cruise to the hand on his left shoulder, the right, his gaze coasting over what he can make of Agent Bronze's expression somewhere between — so he didn't know this would happen. The clench of his jaw releases with a measured sigh. ]
What words do you want me to use, sir? My vocabulary isn't as wide as you think it is.
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[Right now, however, it's just pissing Agent Choi off.]
Don't be coy with me, now - You always impress me with your range. You always know just what to say to smooth things over.
[Like the first time they met, when he successfully cowed Bronze into getting him to attempt to swap teams. Like when they met in the Faceless Market and he gave him that maybe-true story about wanting to solve the mystery from that bloodied hand... He always has a way to get himself in the right position. The issue is that right now, the right position is where he's currently sitting and he's still trying to wriggle his way out.]
But you're being too obvious with your lying right now... You don't think we brought this up on a whim, do you?
[There's a small flinching shift from Jaekwan. A sign that he wants to argue, but thankfully for Choi he stays quiet. "Well, I kind of brought the conversation up on a whim," he probably wants to say...]
Let's try it one more time. [He's leaned down now, his face close to Soleum's. He knows he's avoiding looking at him, so he won't give him the luxury.] And if you still hate it, I'll swear on the dokkaebi - I won't bring it up again. [Then he huffs, quietly adding,] But I'll always treat you the same.