"Придет серенький волчок,
и ухватит за бочок..."
A voice he could recognize everywhere, anytime. For better or worse. Honeyed and not so pure.
Voice colder then Yakutsk itself could utter such tunefulness?
He quickly came back to reality from his senseless thoughts. He almost forgot the reason for his stress of the past month was right in front of him. Covered in blood.
Please lord, let this man die... He silently wished as he was looked upon by that beast of a man. A condecending smirk shined on his face, as if it was the main part of his skin routine.
Yet, he spoke nothing.
Why is he not saying anything?
He was indeed not prepared for this encounter and the fact that he is just quietly observing is not helping. What he needs right now, is rest and more rest. His body ached, but his breath was more steady. He truly tried running as fast as he could, and that took a tool on him. And even that, trying his best was in vein.
Curse this bastard!
He frowned. The man in front of him looked as if he had just came home from a leisure walk. So casual. Of course, killing a few bodies, whoever they were, was not a big deal for Zhenya.
Kwon Taek Joo took one step closer, and that meant one step closer to Zhenya. Then he took another step carefully. He stopped, as there was a layed body in front of his feet. It appeared to have stabbing wounds in his back.
6 centimeter cut and even more centimeters deeper. Lord...
He looked back at the figure in front of him, leaning against the edge on the wooden table, that stood at the centre of the room.
"Who are they?"
Zhenya only shook his head.
"You don't need to worry. Dead bodies are yesterdays news anyway."
TaekJoo scoffed. Of course he would say that. It was strange. This whole situation. Just a few moments ago, he tried finding a shelter, afraid of this man coming onto him. Now, that he is here, he oddly does not feel it like before.
If anything, he is calm.
"Okay... And why did you kill them?" He raised another question which was not answered to. His eyebrows narrowed.
"Hey! Answer me, kid-" He just barely finished the sentense and felt astrong grip on his wrist. The pressure was from Zhenyas strong grip. The darkness surrounded the place and he could not see anything to the point of not noticing his movement.
"Grr..." TaekJoo growled from his patience running thin. He really wanted this man out of his life. Yet, he could only stare at him.
Now, he could make out his defined, beautiful russian face. Unnecessarily pretty, like that last princessin of Russia, he mentioned him a long time ago. The strong genes from his mother played around for sure. His eyes were impossible not to notice. Arctic blue, thick bonde eyelashes. He cursed himself for cathing himself staring for a little too long.
"Doo you think this is funny?" He spoke with demand for an answer. He only got a confused look back.
"You avoid answering and you expect me to?" He tried to shake off his grip, but to no avail. He was strong, too strong. He could only hope to not get bruised up later.
He was always so arrogant. That was one of his many flaws. If he already decided on being a jerk, why did he not choose less problematic feature? That arrogance cost TaekJoo a lot of sleepless nights. Now that he thinks about it, he was actually thankful. Looking like that and having no flaw would be even creepier.
If TaekJoo ever though he had the upper hand in this situation, he is sure as hell he does not, now that the male towering over him started talking.
"Play time is over, зайка."
YOU ARE READING
"ZAIKA"
FanficThough it seems his past got swept under the rug, he could not be more wrong. What happens when the person who still haunts him to this day, finds his whereabouts? That one being the one and only Psikh Bogdanov.
