“is there someone else?” // WHEEZE I DIDN'T SEE THIS MEME BUT I LOVE JEALOUS ROCHE, so.
Jae-hyo had thought that he and Roche had an understanding- That they were free to see whomever they pleased so long as they kept clean and safe.
It's a question he's heard a hundred- a thousand times- before.
"You're my one and only-"
"It can't be anyone but you-"
"I want you all to myself-"
Yoon only had one master and he was dead, yet the enormity of his presence continued to haunt his steps, overshadowed his own silhouette and smothered him with it's oppressive inky embrace. The way he dressed, smelled, spoke- They would always be something that Jae would find himself magnetically attracted to as a moth drawn to an open flame, letting himself be burned to ash for a mere second of warmth given.
This hound is loyal, but he's proven himself greedy. Men are so typical, always wanting to maintain an illusion of control even as the master grips his lead and chain, keeps him heeled and offers him food with his own open palm. A snarling maw lunges for the offered treat, fangs sinking into flesh. Even if it's an accident, there is no innocence- His own nature betrays his training.
So Jae lets his features soften, eyes a little wider and open to eliminate the sharp scrutiny and mask his disdain, his utter disgust at the idea of anyone else owning him.
He cups Roche's face in the gentleness of his hands, draws him in for a slow, deep kiss- Toying with the longer strands of hair falling over his own chest and shoulders. Dexterous fingers play with the facial hair decorating his partner's chin, playful and relaxed.
"How could I need anyone else but you?" he says with perfected, practised ease, the lie almost becomes an earnest truth with enough repeated use. His hand minutely pauses as it slides down the length of the SOLDIER's throat, anticipating the perfect moment to dig in and grip, break the cartilage and collapse the trachea-
But he does none of those things, instead placing his palm over the thrumming beat of the other man's heart.
He hasn't been assigned to dispose of this target yet, so he would entertain his pleas and vying for attention until the time came.
It was the very least of kindnesses he could offer a man marked for death.
