"Зайка, почему ты обижаешь меня?"
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If his body wasn't already feeling cold, he definitely felt like it now. Shadow towering over his back, one that he knew too well to not recognize. Just the large silhouette was enough.
He did not dare to look back. Maybe because he froze from the weather? Or anxiety? Anyhow, he is not hundred percent sure, but he has to find a way out. Immediately. But at this place, large crowds gather, how could he?
His eyes trace his surroundings. His cold feet ste starting to distract him from coming up with a plan. He scoffs, letting himself vent.
"You annoy me."
"I apologize. My sexual drive is stronger then my will to rebel against it." A simple shrug from him was enough to convince TaekJoo that Zhenya really is crazy.
All this...just for sex. He sighs. Was that a a sigh of relief he didn't come to kill him, or a sigh of worry Zhenya is crazy sex machine?
"Then get help. Leave me alone." TaekJoo knew, he infact, would not leave him alone.
As soon as TaekJoo's words reached Zhenya, an enormous irritation swelled up inside him, but to Zhenya, it was a normal justified amount.
He didn't answer, he didn't need to. And he didn't want to. What was happening in Zhenya's thought process could be compared to a blind man walking in a maze.
Desperate to find a way out, why he feels what he feels, but he is trapped.
The blind man are his thoughts, the maze is his heart.
Logic versus feeling, a tough predicament.
But what of it? To TaekJoo, this front Zhenya puts on is starting to crack, yet he has no idea. He is the one that should feel himself lose it.
But he is not Zhenya. Never in a million years, would he have though to know his way of thinking, much less feeling.
"Let go of me, Zhenya." His words came out as harsh as he meant for them to sound.
The blond's right eye twitched. His shoulders tightened. Palms formed a fist. He needed not to remind himself to not talk.
Because he knew, that his feelings were starting to speak louder than he ever could.
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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.
