Codename: Anastasia (Fan Fiction)

Part Seven: A Rejection and Disapproval

"Can't we use something else?"
Taekjoo frowned,

"Unless you want to walk, this is the best option."
Zhenya nodded and got onto the motorcycle.

Taekjoo was tired so he didn't want to walk, but that motorcycle brought back bad memories, so he honestly didn't want to use it, but he knew that Zhenya was right and it was the best option.
He groaned and got on the motorcycle too, sitting on the back seat, Zhenya grinned as Taekjoo wrapped his arms around Zhenya's waist.

"Don't think that I've forgiven you for all of this."
Taekjoo mumbled, but loud enough for Zhenya to hear, his grin only widened.

"I haven't forgiven you either."
He scoffed and started the motorcycle, immediately speeding off.
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"I wasn't expecting this!
Taekjoo yelled,

"Well, too bad!"
Zhenya huffed and began speeding up, he had already passed the speed limit by a lot, so Taekjoo was a little surprised that the cops weren't after them yet. The wind was blowing through his hair, and the sun was rising, it was very pretty, but unfortunately he couldn't really pay that much attention to it because he was more worried that they would crash since Zhenya was driving the motorcycle really fast.
They kept driving for about 20 more minutes, until they arrived at Taekjoo's house. He immediately got off, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

"Not gonna say goodbye?"
Zhenya grinned,

"No."

Taekjoo had an unamused look.
"Do you think that I could-"
But before Zhenya could even finish his sentence, Taekjoo interrupted him.

"No, dipshit."
Taekjoo flicked Zhenya's forehead,

"Could've at least let me finish my sentence."
Zhenya rubbed his forehead, trying to sooth the pain from Taekjoo's flick.

"I already knew what you were going to say."
Taekjoo crossed his arms,

"Still could've let me finish."

"Yeah, no."
Taekjoo scoffed.

"Motherfucker."

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"Just go home."
Taekjoo pointed at the road, trying to get Zhenya to leave as soon as possible.

"Fine."
Zhenya huffed and started the motorcycle again, driving off.

"What an asshole."
Taekjoo shook his head and turned around, entering his house.
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"He's such a pussy."
Zhenya muttered under his breath and kept driving to his house, the sun was beginning to rise, which meant he had been outside for a while.
"Won't even let me stay the night, let alone finish my own thoughts."
Zhenya just kept complaining to himself on the drive home, when he got there, he went inside and immediately to the couch, where he laid down and sulked. Sulked that he had been rejected by Taekjoo. Sulked that Taekjoo still hadn't forgiven him. He kind of just laid there for a couple of minutes, then he took out his phone, he began texting Taekjoo, even though they haven't even been apart for 40 minutes.

'Hey, Taekjoo.'

'What do you want?'

'Can't I just say hello?'

'Uh actually no.'

'Wow.'

'Seriously, don't you have other friends, Zhenya?'

'No.'

'Oh.'

'I miss you.'

'Zhenya we haven't even been apart for an hour, it's been 30 minutes.'

'That's a long time.'

'Whatever you say..'

'Yeah, I do say it.'

'Bye.'

'You should really listen to me more.'

'Bye.'

'Ok bye!'

He really missed Taekjoo even if it hadn't been that long ago since they last saw each other, on the other hand, Taekjoo was happy to finally be away from Zhenya and his annoying self.
Zhenya sat there for a moment before he suddenly got a phone call, he looked at the caller, it was his father. His smile immediately faded, he groaned in annoyance. He didn't want to talk to his father as he knew what his father was going to say, but answered it anyway.

"Hello?"

"Im going to ask this one time, are you still with the spy?"

"What happened to hello?"
Zhenya scoffed,

"Don't test me, Zhenya."

"You called me just to ask this?"

"Answer me."

"Yes."
Zhenya said simply.

"Why?"

"Because I can?"

"He's bad for you."

"What are you talking about?"

"He's making you weak, Zhenya. He just wants you to let your guard down so he can take you down."

"Yeah, no."

"What do you mean no?"

"He's too god damn weak for that!"
Zhenya laughed,

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Well then alright-"

Before his father could finish his sentence, Zhenya hung up the phone. Basically throwing it on the other side of the couch, he shook his head.
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Authors note:

Had to feed yall since I haven't posted much, chapter might not be good but that was because I'm really stressed and tired, but I wanted to post for you guys 😞😞😞

- Chanel