“I love you,” Malcolm said. Every word sounded like a drop of heart’s blood, torn out of him and bleeding—or maybe torn out of Seong-Jae, when he felt like his heart was collapsing. “I need you to know that. I need you to know I fucking love you so much, and I just—I just—” “Shut the fuck up,” Seong-Jae choked out. His eyes stung, his breaths coming labored and fast. “Do not dare. Do not dare say that to me just because you think you will die. I will fucking kill you myself.” “It’s true, though,” came through softly. “I love you. I love you, Seong-Jae.”
