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King stares at Mek in complete surprise.
The other man had just kissed him and passed out against his chest.
And the worst part about all of this is that the kiss isn't even what has him worried and surprised.
Mek just lost consciousness after a run-in with someone who was not particularly easy to cuff.
They literally just passed the perp off after filling out their reports.
"Is he okay?" asks Thup with worry as he and Singha approach.
"What happened?" Singha's voice is tinged with more suspicion than worry.
"I genuinely don't know. We got into it with a perp, he was handsy with Mek, but nothing should've happened," King's worried. "He kissed me, then he passed out, and now I'm completely lost. Can you check on the perp and make sure I didn't miss anything?"
"I'll go see what happened. Where are you going to take him?" asks Singha as his brows furrow harshly.
"He kissed you?!" Thup's voice is strained with excitement that he's barely, barely, managing to keep off his face.
"You're losing your mind," mutters King as he arches a brow at Thup.
"He doesn't have the confidence to kiss you," replies Thup as his eyes go really wide. "Something was definitely wrong, but that kiss meant something to him regardless of the circumstances."
"I'm taking him to my office," mutters King as he adjusts to pick Mek up, hands gripping at his thigh and side tightly.
The walk to his office is short, and he settles Mek on his couch, sitting on the floor next to him, hand raising to brush some hair out of his face.
Eyes slowly blink open, and King asks, "Mek, you okay?"
"Ngh, King, what happened?" asks Mek as he blinks twice before his eyes blow wide. "Oh fuck, don't tell me that actually happened."
"Would it make it worse or better that I'm more worried about why you did it?" asks King as he arches a brow, lips quirking up in amusement.
"I feel like that might be worse," replies Mek with a wince as he looks at him.
"I'd be more concerned about the kiss if I knew you actually wanted to kiss me," says King gently as he leans forward a bit to try to understand the look in his eyes.
"I do want to kiss you though, all the time," mutters Mek as his brows furrow. "I just actually followed through on the thought this time."
"Thup and Singha will give us an answer soon, I'm sure," replies King quietly as he cups Mek's cheek. "But first, can I make up for that kiss? You deserve a real one."
"Please," whispers Mek as he leans into the hand against his cheek.
King leans in and kisses Mek gently, slotting their lips together, and Mek whimpers into it. He shouldn't be doing this, but the feelings he has for the other man are too strong to fight when he wants this too.