//CODENAME: Anastasia\\ - CA Oneshot

Chocolate Milk. Pt. 3

Taekjoo's ears went up as the sound of the bedroom door opening pierced the quiet air of the room. His eyes, previously fixated on the pages of his book, snapped up at the sight of Zhenya's entrance. The Russian man's attire was marred with ominous blood splatters, and an unusual upset expression was etched onto his face.

Taekjoo, filled with anger, rose from the bed and strode towards him.

"Where the hell have you been?... You look like you've been rolling around in blood...What the hell happened?" He asked in a serious tone as he began to examine Zhenya for any wounds.

Despite the angry look on Taekjoo's expression, he was worried about Zhenya.

Midnight had passed long ago yet, Taekjoo found himself wide awake. Unable to rest, his mind was consumed with worry as he waited for Zhenya to return. Unlike previous missions, this time Zhenya had taken longer than usual to complete his mission, a fact that nagged at Taekjoo's mind.

In an attempt to keep himself occupied and distract his worried mind, Taekjoo had grabbed a book to read. But now, here he was, restlessly flicking through the pages of the book, as each minute felt like an eternity, the words in the book failing to hold his attention. Taekjoo's eyes kept darting to the clock, the slow tick of the seconds driving him mad. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't shake off the unease that clawed at his heart, a nagging feeling that something was amiss. Time seemed to stretch endlessly, in silence of the room and anxiety heighten his judgment.

That's how he found himself in this predicament, waiting for his partner's return.

Taekjoo continued to check Zhenya, searching all over for any sign of injury. To his relief, there didn't seem to be a single scratch on Russian man. That meant the blood staining his clothes was not his own, rather it belonged to the unfortunate souls who had met their end at Zhenya's hand.

Zhenya paused, his gaze intense meeting Taekjoo's for a moment before answering with a gruff voice, "Had some business to take care of, and it got messy..."

He allowed Taekjoo to examine him, noticing the subtle hint of concern behind the anger in his eyes.

'At least he wasn't hurt' Taekjoo let out a sigh of relief at that thought as he crossed his arms and looked at Zhenya again.

"You could've at least sent me a text...I was starting to get worried".

Silence followed, and Zhenya did not answer.

"...and I assume your mission went well?" Taekjoo asked while raising an eyebrow, waiting for an answer from Zhenya.

More seconds passed but still no answer came from Zhenya. Taekjoo let out a deep sigh as he took Zhenya's hand and dragged him towards the bathroom. He had to admit, he was rather overprotective of Zhenya. Taekjoo's tough exterior often hid his genuine care for Zhenya, even if he didn't always show it. Despite his attempts to hide his affection, his concern was evident, especially in situations like this when Zhenya returned, tired and red in blood.

"Take a shower you're a damn mess and... come to bed after that." Taekjoo sighed.

Begrudgingly Zhenya entered the bathroom to shower. Taekjoo sat on the edge of the bed and waited. He could tell that Zhenya was sulking. It was obvious from earlier that Zhenya hadn't answered any of his questions. He was no stranger to Zhenya's childish and sulky behavior.

He'll need to comfort him.

Taekjoo's chest felt heavy, he knew that he needed to get the milk out soon to comfort Zhenya.

With a calm exhale Taekjoo began to unbutton his shirt. He took off his shirt to bare his chest and moved his hands to cup his breasts. Gently, he started massaging his breasts in a circular motion, to stimulate the milk inside so he could use it to comfort his partner.