As so it happens, the night is coming to an end. Now, just like the sun, both of them are starting to wake up. One for a reason different to the other.
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Taek Joo ran for his life, yet once again. He did not care to protect his pride, as he knew that did not play a role in how to get away from that guy.
My lungs...
The moon is taking a break from radiating all night. The morning welcomes the sun with arms wide open and a new hope for Taek Joo. He was never one to be scared of the dark, don't get him wrong, but planning his escape in pitch dark woods is not his cup of tea. Not to mention, his vision is dar from 20/20. He aced all his training except one sight-focused test.
He refused to wear glasses. He does not look cool at all. Couple months back, when he cosplayed Sakamoto Hiro, influencial business mám, his eyes felt relieved. His character wore glasses.
So naturally, Taek Joo prefers a good daylight over a horror splashed pitch dark. Strangely enough, he is not running full speed. Is he tired? He feels so, but is that the reason? Jumping across large wooden blocks placed on each other is no problem. His vision was not a handicap in this scenario. Couple of branches here and there are swiftly missed.
Of course, he does not often hear any other sound except crunching noise of the snow as he heavily steps on it. When he does, he gets a mini heart attack, thinking Zhenya is catching up to him. He wouldn't be surprised if he went ahead of him just to make fun of him after. That only motivates him further.
Calling the NIC is useless. Considering the situation...
He shakes is head, slowing the peace as he sees the end of the woods near in front, making him feel hopeful.
One swift move and he is finally out.
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Was this the village he entered the forest from earlier? He shrugs and continues his way into the small, quiet village. The anxiety of being hunted slowly wearing off of him.
Along the sweeping cold wind, a familiar melody was heared, yet again. But this time, it was creeping up from behind him like a little unwelcome present. Much different from what his Korean mother used to sing.
"К нам, волчок, не ходи!
Нашу Машу не буди!
Баю-баюшки-баю,
Не ложися на краю!"
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(Don't come, a little wolf, to us!
Don't wake up our Masha!
Hush baby sleep tight...
Don't lie on the edge of the bed or else!)
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"ZAIKA"
FanfictionThough 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.
