“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 only made that soft tch sound under his
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