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Sangki knows he’s truly an asshole when he catches himself inwardly laughing at all the disadvantages and buffers Sonho has to deal with as he’s naming them off. It’s awful to think, but he wonders how the younger male managed to be categorized as a gleam when there’s so many draw backs to his power. And all he does is teleport. God, he is a dick. When he stops himself he thinks he probably shouldn’t be allowed to call the Frenchman an asshole anymore because he’s pretty sure he himself has surpassed all matters of asshole-ery and elevated to King of douche bags with that train of thought coming so naturally to him, and about someone he genuinely likes no less. Someone he’s trying to gain the trust ( and affection ) of. Maybe it isn’t so bad since he had the courtesy not to say it out loud and is currently shaming himself in his head for going there before anywhere else, but still. This is a school afterall, and he can’t forget that Sonho is younger than him-- three years doesn’t feel like a big gap in age, but in terms of education, it makes a difference. The younger male will most likely have a lot of those disadvantages eliminated once he learns how to better control and master his ability, and if they don’t kill each other by then, maybe he’ll learn to resist whatever it is about off-kilter gravity that renders his powers useless. “ Damn, the middle of the ocean? But can’t you just teleport somewhere else once you land in the ocean? Or does that fuck you up too? “
He raises a theatrical brow at that claim. “ I mean... I could fuck a potato salad. All I’d have to do is put my dick in it. I might put it in the microwave for a minute before doing it, but it’s possible. I might argue that a potato salad can’t fuck me though. “ This conversation has gone in a completely different direction already, and a pretty strange one, but he hopes Sonho gets the point. Of course he has no real intention of hurting him in any major way, certainly not in one that would result in him becoming a human potato salad, but Sonho should know well enough by now that Sangki says a lot of things he doesn’t really mean. He just smiles at his teasing remark, his fingers itching to curl around the other’s again and kiss the back of his hand but he lets the offer fall through before he can convince himself to do it, something in his chest tightening as he watches Sonho’s other hand disappear between his legs. His breath catches as soon as he makes contact and then again when he gives to the press of his damp fingers and feels them slide in with little resistance, raven black hair fanning out around his head like a halo when he lays it back against the mattress and squeezes his eyes shut.
