Hi guys!!! I'm glad I can finally come back to you with new chapters yippy!!!!

I want to say something before you read the chapter so please read my notes.

First, this was supposed to be my New Year gift for you guys but my ridiculous computer broke down and it took my weeks to get it fixed and my draft completely disappeared. So sorry babes :(

Second, this is not a malec chapter. Why? Because recently, I've returned to some old and golden malec fics to find inspirations. And what the muffin did I find???

A malec fic with the first chaper having Golfrey Gao's Magnus on top, the very first Magnus Bane because back then the show hadn't been made yet. Then there were some absolutely ridiculous comments under the beautiful picture that are very rude and bullpoop. They insult Golfrey. And I was mad to find out that one of them is even my reader.

Get this clear, both Golfrey and Harry portaited Magnus Bane so special and beautiful by their own ways. Do not compare them. Do not insult Golfrey. And remember one thing, before the show was made, us readers only had Golfrey's Magnus Bane to imagine to read, write fanfics... and the man was a blessing. He was so beautiful and magnificent, dare I say. So the ones that only read the books after/because of Shadowhunters, you've got no right to say anything about Golfrey. And for Heaven's Sake, the man passed away two months ago due to a fever during the filming of a reality show in China. He deserve neither of it nor anyone deserves him. 

Sorry because of my rant. It's just I'm so upset.

Enjoy reading!

"You should have warned me about that mug."

Simon mumbled when Jace took his hand and put it under cold water with too much force for Simon's own liking. He hissed as the water hit the burn.

"Well, what are the glasses for if you can not see the bloody steam of the bloody coffee?"

Jace raised his voice as his beautiful eyes glaring at Simon. The lanky boy's face fell and his dark brown eyes glistened.

"I...I'm sorry." Jace spluttered "I shouldn't raise my voice like that."

Simon didn't say a word, his eyes fixed on the ground below. Jace sighed, ran a hand through his golden hair. He strode to one of the ingredient shelves and got the first-aid kit on top of it.

"Here." Jace handed Simon a tube of ointment "Go home. You can not do anything with your right hand like that."

Before the boy could say a thing, Jace had disappeared behind the kitchen door, leaving him standing there, speechless. Simon applied the ointment and did what Jace told, he needed some time off anyway.

Simon walked down the busy street of Alicante, saying hello to anyone recognized him. He kept on walking until he reached his favourite destination, the old play ground. Simon touched the rusty chains of the old swing, and memories stared flowing like water, filling his mind.

"What in the Angel's name happened to you?"

A voice of a kid startled Simon, made him stopped whimpering immediately. The little boy quickly wiped his tears, looked up.

"N...nothing."

10-year-old Jace saw the bruise on Simon's face, furrowed his eyebrows.

"Sebastian Verlac did this to you?"

His voice was full of rage and fury, for a moment Simon thought those golden eyes had fire inside.

"N...no..."

Jace scoffed.

"That's it! I'm gonna kill Verlac!"

He actually started to walk away. But a hand caught the hem of his hoodie, made him turn his head.

"Please don't."

Simon cried, he was terrified of the consequences after Jace beat Sebastian up. Maybe Sebastian would did worse to Simon.

Jace stared at the shorter boy in front of him, he suddenly reached out to ruffle Simon's messy hair.

"Don't worry." His voice was strong and serious, which wasn't suitable for someone his age, as Simon's innocent eyes met his. "I will not let anything happen to you."

Simon chuckled at the memory, took a sit on the swing.

Who would have thought he had fallen for that dyed-blond goth weirdo since the very moment Jace's warm hand touched his hair. But life always liked punching at our faces. Jace flirted with girls after girls, and here he was, being stuck with a childish crush for five years. Simon sighed, closed his eyes.

"Jace, do you really hate me that much?"

Suddenly he felt a hand on the top of his head, his eyes bursted open only to met those gorgeous golden eyes.

"I don't hate you." Jace said firmly, ruffling Simon's hair. "Not at all."

Simon winced as if Jace's touch was causing him pain.

"Why? Because we're...friends?"

He choked out the last word, an urge to run away and throw up was slowly forming in his mind.

"Of course we're friends." Jace was definitely confused with Simon's attitude. "I'm your friend, Lewis. That's why I looked everywhere for you when you just disappeared from the bakery."

"Stop...please just stop."

Simon whispered, eyes squeezed shut so he could not see Jace's face anymore. Everything suddenly was too much for Simon to take. Jace's warmth, Jace's voice...Jace's presence. Simon felt as if he could not breath or hear anything. The world around him became a box that just kept getting smaller and smaller, crushing Simon to death.

"I-c-can't-breath." Simon gasped out for air, clutching tight at the fabric of his shirt. His chest felt tight and his vision became blurry.

"Simon, hey!" Jace kneeled down on one knee, held Simon's face in his palm, forced the boy to look at him. "Hey, it's me. It's me, it's me. I've got you."

Jace pulled Simon in his chest, embraced him tight. Simon's face was pressed between the other's shoulder blade and neck.

"Shh, shh, shh, calm down. I'm here." Jace tightened his embrace, hands caressed Simon's back. Eventually, the boy returned to his normal state with heavy breath against Jace's skin.

"Are you alright now?"

Simon nodded, having no attempt to get off Jace's body.

"Wow, you scared me." Jace let out a humourless laught to lighten up the mood, but Simon stayed quiet. Jace did not make him to say anything either. Moments passed until Simon finally spoke up.

"I hate you."

Jace responsed with a chuckle and waited until Simon quickly fell asleep due to the exhaustion that he mumbled quietly.

"I know you don't. Neither do I."

Look out for grammatical mistakes for me if you want :)