Taekjoo was becoming angry at the thought of being deceived, when, suddenly, Zhenya took a step closer. For a moment there, his piercing blue eyes were all that he knew.

"That is right. My breath, my weakness, and my secret weapon that makes me the strongest and the weakest man in the world---now, that Anastasia is standing right in front of me."
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Perhaps even Kwon Taekjoo realized he was spouting nonsense, because when he noticed the
bewilderment on Zhenya's face, he flushed slightly and muttered irritably:
"If this is what love is, then so be it."
Zhenya tilted his head, puzzled. It was so sudden that he didn't even register what Kwon Taekjoo had just said. 
He wasn't used to hearing such words from him.
"If this crap is love, then I love you, you bastard."
At those words, Zhenya's eyes widened even further. It was as though he had frozen, hearing something he never thought possible.
Kwon Taekjoo tugged him by the ear and kissed him. The soft sound of the kiss echoed in the stillness, and Kwon Taekjoo whispered again with a sigh, "I love you."
At that moment, Zhenya crumbled, pulling him into a tight embrace and returning the kiss passionately. As if trying to fill his lungs with Taekjoo's breath, Zhenya kissed him with an urgency that seemed to capture every fragment of air between them. They couldn't bear to separate, not even for a moment. Every kiss was desperate, searing with intensity.
In the dark, silent, gunpowder-scented world they had built together, they exchanged their truest feelings over and over again-words and actions heavier than any oath.