"Playtime is over, зайка."
"..."
He could only stare, mouth closed. The cold voice spoke again.
"It's been over."
A smirk that has accompanied his face dissapeared, being replaced by a conrnful smile. TaekJoo wished he could have punched that smile off of him, along with his teeth. He did not want to satisfy the bastard by complying to answer to his previous question. But he could not help to be curious.
"Зайка?"
Was that a compliment? He surely did not take it as one. Whatever he meant to imply, he was not having it. Zhenya raised his brow, seemingly not expecting the question.
"Зайка. Do you like it?"
That smirk again... This man needs to be high on his horse right now.
"You..." At this point, he did not know whenever to get the hell out of this place and play cat mouse, or to question further. He seriously did not know if any of those had any meaning whatsoever. He was decided. Being himself time would be more efficient.
"No. So top calling me that."
"Aw, but you have so much in common."
His shoulders lift and his arms expand cockily. Was this guy serious? Comparing him to an animal?
"...Is this a... russian thing?" He spoke with as much disinterest as he could gather. And there was a lot of it.
"Hardly. It represents you perfectly."
Perfectly? Does he eat carrots for breakfast, lunch and dinner?
"What are you on about?" TaekJoo was neither interested or impressed. He was offended. He was rather contemplating whenever it was worth to discuss this matter further, as it seemed the conversation partner does not fit the bill.
All this thinking got him caught off guard, when Zhenya closed the distance between them by brushing his knee against TakeJoo's...
thigh?
He barely felt it, yet it was so uncomfortable, even after all those nights they spent together. He felt as if he was being pryed upon just by a bare touch. No. The problem was not the touch nor what he felt.
The issue in question, was the one inflicting it. He told himself many times to not get bothered by his banter or childish provacation, as that was that man's expertise. Knowing this very Well, he still managed to shake his feelings. This also meant a little less room to make a move. To run away as fast as possible, to be precise.
So he decided for a different route.
"Do you know of that one russian mystic?"
The provocative man listened with a raised brow. Little obscured as to the strange question, but he still answered with confidence.
"Grigory Yefimovich?"
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"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.
