[The barely-concealed frustration slowly fades. The pinch in Agent Choi's brow smooths, slowly, as Soleum speaks. The brief pause that sits between them should give him room to respond, but of course Soleum beats him to it, coaxing him away from swearing on something he's sworn on dozens of times. Never broken one of those swears, so he's still in the black. But the allowance to break it in this case is a sweet chance that he likely won't take advantage of. He's such a good person, isn't he...]
Grapes... [His hands soften, a brief chuckle in his voice.] The issue is you don't know how to begin something like this? Is that what you're trying to tell me?
[No, he knows it's deeper than that. Knows the things Bronze scolded him on just before this are his true feelings, that he feels undeserving in some respects. But if Soleum is going to fiddle with this fig leaf shading his pride, he'll allow him the dignity. It helps that he doesn't have to move very far.]
Do you think your senior would let you flounder? [His voice is low enough that Jaekwan isn't even sure he heard him correctly, leans in a little closer as if to make sure he catches every word. As if he might jump in should he say something too insensible.] If what we need to compensate for is that you're gun-shy... you should know that Jaekwan will make up for any hesitation with his enthusiasm.
[And before Jaekwan can object to that whispered teasing, Choi leans forward and meets Soleum's lips, his hands sliding down his shoulders and to his biceps, holding him firmy in place.]
[ At least he's expecting this one. It's even very likely he could have dodged it if he wanted to. Maybe if he were less aware that what Agent Choi offers with his many assumptions is a kindness, a way out that doesn't draw a line in the sand so deep they can't cross it. His own little five-colored string lending him escape from the worst of his worries. Maybe if he knew less. Maybe if he wanted to.
Instead, what he says shakes — no, strangles at his constitution. He can't win, if he ever could. His hand pulls up around Agent Choi's wrist, almost like he might tug him off. The temptation rides up his fingertips; it'd be his last chance to have this end his way. His gaze moves past him, landing on Agent Bronze, his shock, his indignation, and he deepens the kiss.
Leading his hand up his neck, Soleum rubs his thumb along the clean jut of something against the underside of Agent Choi's wrist. Another scar, he assumes. It's too defined to be a vein, and besides, he saw before how littered his body was. If turning your body into a livng canvas for spirits to claw at were a requirement for joining the bureau, both he and Agent Bronze would pass muster, but it's clear who the most eager of the two is. Agent Choi's always been the one more willing to get chewed up in someone else's stead, civilian or teammate. To be the reckless one to face the fallout. Get hurt in the process. Soleum wonders if, in a way, that's what's going on here, too. He's never wanted to see either of them hurt. ]
[When his hand suddenly grasps him by the wrist, Choi thinks that he may shove him off, after all. That he's pushed too hard and scared him off. Instead his thumb slides along an old scar and drags his grip up higher. He can't help but smile.]
[There's motion beside them, the shift of the couch as Jaekwan slides forward, cautious, hesitant. He knows what he's thinking even without looking at him, that he's ready to pull Choi back if he senses a moment's hesitation from Soleum. But thanks to the kiss, he only feels it deepen and misses the brief look between them. Stroking his hand along the apple of his throat, Choi releases his shoulder and reaches out instead to find Jaekwan's collar.]
Right here - [He pulls back from the kiss, turning Soleum's head with the grip on his neck to instead meet a different set of lips. Jaekwan stumbles, reaches out to set a hand down like he means to create distance, but it settles on Soleum's thigh as he leans into his mouth and feels the wet remnants of his kiss with Choi. Choi stays back, allowing them to begin, a hesitant and careful and, honestly, annoying as Jaekwan is being. Does he not recognize how eager Soleum is? Seriously, he can be so dense sometimes. He strokes through the back of his hair, keeping his head pressed firmly forward in case he has any misgivings and starts to back out of it.]
[Not that it seems like it'll happen. It only takes a moment for him to sink toward Soleum, the hand on his thigh tightening as he deepens their kiss.]
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Grapes... [His hands soften, a brief chuckle in his voice.] The issue is you don't know how to begin something like this? Is that what you're trying to tell me?
[No, he knows it's deeper than that. Knows the things Bronze scolded him on just before this are his true feelings, that he feels undeserving in some respects. But if Soleum is going to fiddle with this fig leaf shading his pride, he'll allow him the dignity. It helps that he doesn't have to move very far.]
Do you think your senior would let you flounder? [His voice is low enough that Jaekwan isn't even sure he heard him correctly, leans in a little closer as if to make sure he catches every word. As if he might jump in should he say something too insensible.] If what we need to compensate for is that you're gun-shy... you should know that Jaekwan will make up for any hesitation with his enthusiasm.
[And before Jaekwan can object to that whispered teasing, Choi leans forward and meets Soleum's lips, his hands sliding down his shoulders and to his biceps, holding him firmy in place.]
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Instead, what he says shakes — no, strangles at his constitution. He can't win, if he ever could. His hand pulls up around Agent Choi's wrist, almost like he might tug him off. The temptation rides up his fingertips; it'd be his last chance to have this end his way. His gaze moves past him, landing on Agent Bronze, his shock, his indignation, and he deepens the kiss.
Leading his hand up his neck, Soleum rubs his thumb along the clean jut of something against the underside of Agent Choi's wrist. Another scar, he assumes. It's too defined to be a vein, and besides, he saw before how littered his body was. If turning your body into a livng canvas for spirits to claw at were a requirement for joining the bureau, both he and Agent Bronze would pass muster, but it's clear who the most eager of the two is. Agent Choi's always been the one more willing to get chewed up in someone else's stead, civilian or teammate. To be the reckless one to face the fallout. Get hurt in the process. Soleum wonders if, in a way, that's what's going on here, too. He's never wanted to see either of them hurt. ]
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[There's motion beside them, the shift of the couch as Jaekwan slides forward, cautious, hesitant. He knows what he's thinking even without looking at him, that he's ready to pull Choi back if he senses a moment's hesitation from Soleum. But thanks to the kiss, he only feels it deepen and misses the brief look between them. Stroking his hand along the apple of his throat, Choi releases his shoulder and reaches out instead to find Jaekwan's collar.]
Right here - [He pulls back from the kiss, turning Soleum's head with the grip on his neck to instead meet a different set of lips. Jaekwan stumbles, reaches out to set a hand down like he means to create distance, but it settles on Soleum's thigh as he leans into his mouth and feels the wet remnants of his kiss with Choi. Choi stays back, allowing them to begin, a hesitant and careful and, honestly, annoying as Jaekwan is being. Does he not recognize how eager Soleum is? Seriously, he can be so dense sometimes. He strokes through the back of his hair, keeping his head pressed firmly forward in case he has any misgivings and starts to back out of it.]
[Not that it seems like it'll happen. It only takes a moment for him to sink toward Soleum, the hand on his thigh tightening as he deepens their kiss.]