Holy shit I'm alive? 😧
I'm so sorry I didn't update for so long-
I got logged out of Wattpad and I haven't been feeling too good mentally and physically so-
Have fun with this poorly written chapter 💀
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Nikolai stared at Fyodor while the Russian stared back at him. No one was saying anything, both just staring at each other. An awkward silence filled the room until Fyodor just quickly walked past Nikolai, locking himself in the bathroom.
F
yodor stared at his own reflection, widening his eyes. Bite marks everywhere, dark hickeys going drown his jaw line down to his shoulders. He stared at himself in the mirror, slowly looking at the door where he heard Nikolai knocking. Fyodor's heart pounded in his chest as he hastily tried to cover the marks on his skin, a mix of embarrassment and panic washing over him. His mind raced, trying to conjure a believable explanation for Nikolai's inevitable questions. The room felt stifling, and he could hear his own breaths, shallow and quick, echoing in the silence. With trembling hands, he opened the door, forcing a nonchalant smile, hoping it would be enough to mask the truth that lingered beneath his bruised exterior.
He looked up at Nikolai, furrowing his brows. He sighed heavily, just shaking his head before walking past him. He rubbed his neck a bit, sighing quietly. He sat down at the kitchen table, joining Shibusawa and Dazai with breakfast. He ate silently, getting a few dumb comments about getting drunk and looking like shit. He hummed in response, ignoring Nikolai.
The air between them crackled with unspoken tension as Nikolai retreated to his room, his mind replaying the fragmented memories of the night before. He tried to shake off the embarrassment, his cheeks still flushed, and let out a nervous laugh at the situation's surrealness.
In the bathroom, he caught his reflection in the mirror, his eyes wide with disbelief. The reality of his actions sunk in, and he couldn't deny the unexpected attraction he felt. As he washed his face, he pondered the complexities of their 'friendship', realizing that things might never be the same again.
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