"ZAIKA"

CHAPTER 8: LONGING

"He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities."

Boris Pasternak

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Now is time!

Thanks to the suddenness of the situation, Taek Joo managed to break from the strong embrance. Just barely catching the opportunity. Curse the table behind him. Having it not be there, he could have fallen over and bought at least a few more seconds to flee. Instead, the impact got balanced from the support behind.

There was only a small window, high above the right corner of the wall. A possibility shines through. A small one, yet, he always took whatever he had at disposal.

While Zhenya got pushed back, he took those two to three seconds, and used them mamagebly. He jumped and reached his arms for the open rams.

"Shit!"

"Ah -"

A strong force pulled him back Down, causing him to fall on his back. With his breath, literally kicked out from him. "Ahh...ah..." Only screeching sound came out. A gun was strongly showed down his throat.

"A-ah..h..."

"This is a sweet sight." With the finger on the trigger, the dangerous man was inevidebly 'triggered' by his escape.

"Bitch..." The struggling man cursed out, biting the head.

Zhenya's eyebrows narrowed. He felt strangely angered. He could not understand the source of his anger. He tilted his head in what seemed like...

Confusion? What was he confused about? He might as well shoot me now.

He might have lost in the terms of strenght, but wit is on his side. It always was. He gritted his teeth and swung his knee into the place where sun doesn't shine.

Zhenya whinced. What the hell? Does he have balls of steel? No matter. He did not move. He didn't care to try it again. He had free hands. He grabbed his palm he had on the trigger. Carefully... If he was too hasty, he would have shot himself.

Zhenya bend his knee, coming closer to his ear.

"Come on. We just met. Do you know how I felt after you left with the helicopter?"

He spoke with malice and masked it with remorse. This man was everything but remorseful. He felt sorry his usual sex maniac could not have came out during that month. Taek Joo just barely managed to heal

He pushed the gun further into his mouth. "I never it clear as say. Back on the Island."

What?

"You took my cock even deeper."

Taek Joo felt disgusted by his talk and refused to listen to more. He rammed his fist into cheek, only to be stopped by Zhenya's left hand. He stood up and dragged Taek Joo's struggling body. "Why did you run away?"

He hit the sharp side of the table leg. "Ugh.." The pain overshadowed his senses to respond. Not that he wanted to.

He could only curse him out in his mind. Bastard...

Meanwhile, Zhenya's thought process seemed to have slowed down. The complexity of his thoughts were never ending. He felt many difficult emotions, never knowing how to name them. Never being the one to feel too emotional, this situation brought it within him.

Anxiousness... or feeling nervous were never part of his emotional disposal. Yet, what he felt this moment, looking into Taek Joo's eyes, was something similiar to it.

He simply did not understand.

Were these feelings similiar, in any way, to longing for his mother? Could he feel that way? He felt a deep sting.

Longing...

As night came to be, so were Zhenya's feelings.