Zhenya's words made no sense to Kwon Taekjoo as Zhenya reached for the ointment on the nearby desk.
He unscrewed the lid, put some on his hand, and rubbed it all over Kwon Taekjoo's nipple.
The poor lump of flesh had already been nibbled and sucked by Zhenya all night and now trembled easily under his touch. Kwon Taekjoo flinched at the delicate sensation.
"Ugh, stop it, you idiot."
"What? Now your embarrassed?"
"No, I'm disgusted by your nonsense. When are you going to stop acting like a little kid?"
"I'm a little kid..?"
"Well, how else would you explain your fixation on my chest?"
"Even if it's true, it's not like I need to fix it. You like it too."
Zhenya grabbed Kwon Taekjoo's left pee and gave it a squeeze. Learning in close, he whispered playfully,
"Last night, you even came once just from me playing with your chest."
The sharp edge of Zhenya's nose brushed against Kwon Taekjoo's ear and neck. But just as Zhenya was about to bite Kwon Taekjoo's neck, he was stopped by Kwon Taekjoo's hand.
"Knock it off."
"Knock what off?"
"I'm not falling for your tricks again."
"What are you talking about?"
Zhenya gave him a confused look, as if he truly didn't understand. Since he had gone through the trouble of cleaning Kwon Taekjoo's body and dressing him in fresh clothes after he'd passed out, Kwon Taekjoo's comment was more than a little irritating.
"You can use your pretty face all you want, but it won't work on me. I'm immune."
After a moment, Zhenya responded.
"…Oh? You think I'm pretty?"
He said, laughing. Mockingly, he added,
"Admit it. I was definitely your type from the start, wasnt I?"
Kwon Taekjoo clenched his fists, resisting the urge to smack the cocky bastard in front of him.
He forced himself to unclench his fist and extended a hand towards Zhenya.
"Stop with the nonsense and hand me your phone."
Zhenya tilted his head at Kwon Taekjoo's unheard-of request. The last remnants of his playful attitude disappeared.
"My phone? Why?"
"My transmitter was destroyed, so I have no way of contacting headquarters. I also lost my phone and my gun in the revolt."
"So what?"
"What do you mean, 'so what?' I still need to file my report, you know that."
"Even now, all you can think about is work"
"Yes, and I'm just trying to finish the aforementioned work. Come on,"
Kwon Taekjoo insisted, motioning with his hand.
Reluctantly, Zhenya handed over his phone, an unmistakable look of disapproval in his eyes. It would've been helpful if Zhenya had unlocked it first, but of course foresight wasn't one of his strong suits.
With a sigh, Kwon Taekjoo held the phone up and brought the screen close to Zhenya's face. For a moment Zhenya's real face seemed more dreamlike than his reflection on the screen.
Kwon taekjoo found himself staring at him long after the facial recognition program activated.
Maybe Zhenya noticed the intense look Kwon Taekjoo was giving him because suddenly, he leaned in closer. Their noses brushed lightly before their lips met in a gentle kiss. Kwon Taekjoo savored Zhenya's face to close to his, watching as Zhenya narrowed his eyes at him.
When Kwon Taekjoo parted his lips slightly, Zhenya's thick tongue slid across Kwon Taekjoo's dry lips and entered his mouth. Something sweet and intoxicating. The cut in Kwon Taekjoo's mouth stung from the kiss, but Zhenya's tongue was so soft and tender as it sucked on his that Kwon Taekjoo couldn't pull away.
Zhenya's hands moved instinctively to grasp Kwon Taekjoo's shoulders, but Kwon Taekjoo gently guided them down. He knew Zhenya wouldn't be satisfied with just one kiss, so he gave him a series of short kisses, each one ending with a wet smack.
"Wait here. I won't take long."
Though Zhenya clung to him stubbornly, he didn't try to stop Kwon Taekjoo outright. It seemed he'd learned that his patience would eventually be rewarded with something far more tempting.
He had once been a wild and untamable beast, but now he resembled a dog who only carved his owner's affection.
Kwon Taekjoo ruffled his hair, and Zhenya nuzzled into his neck. At the same time, Kwon Taekjoo's other hand deftly typed on the phone. Just in case the device was trapped, he placed a call to Yoon Jongwoo's social media account.
Kwon Taekjoo worried that the signal might be weak since they were out at sea, but the dial tone sounded after only a brief wait.
However, no matter how long he waited, the call wasn't picked up. It was possible that an emergency had also been declared at the headquarters. He was about to send Yoon Jongwoo a message when the phone in his hand suddenly buzzed with a text notification.
hello Mr. Bogdanov. I'm sorry that I couldn't answer your call. I'm in a meeting.
Kwon Taekjoo let out a disbelieving laugh at the overly formal response. If Yoon Jongwoo had been in situation urgent enough to miss the call, he wouldn't have had time to reply to a text.
So, he was clearly lying about being in a meeting. Kwon Taekjoo quickly shot back a reply.
|if you don't want to die, pick up the phone.|
As soon as he sent the message, he hit the call button. The familiar ringtone sounded, only to abruptly stop before Kwon Taekjoo finally heard Yoon Jongwoo's long-awaited voice.
|"H-Hello? Mr. Ye-Yevgeny.. uh.. it's been a while. How are you?"|
"Yeah, the proper response should be, 'I'm fine, thank you.' Kid. Why are you st-st- stuttering like a fool."
["…huh?"]
"What do u mean, huh?"
["Is that you Sunbae? Taekjoo Sunbae? Sunbae!! What happened to you? Are you safe?"]
"You're going to make my ears bleed, idiot. I'm calling because I'm safe, obviously."
["are you hurt? I heard there was a huge explosion at the site, so I was super worried! Our transmitter were cut off, and you didn't contact me for a whole day! Seriously, I was so worried I thought I'd have to plan your funeral"]
"Oh really? Are you sure you weren't secretly hoping for it?"
["hey, don't even joke about that! Anyway , where are you? Are you okay? Have you eaten anything yet?"]
"Calm down, will you? Your going to run out of breath. Ask your question one at a time."
"That's your colleague, isn't it?" Zhenya interrupted disdainfully, overhearing their conversation.
Did Yoon Jongwoo hear him through the phone? Kwon Taekjoo heard a gulp on the other end as Yoon Jongwoo swallowed hard.
["Are you with Mr. Yevgeny? Oh right, this account is his too, isn't it?"]
"Why are are you so formal with him? I already told you, you two are friends."
["Sunbae, don't rush to call someone my friend. I have no intention of considering him as such."]
"Come on, use your head. It'd be smart to make him your friend so he at least thinks twice before killing you."
["Uh…really? Wait, that's not the point right now. Why is Mr. Yevgeny there in the first place?"]
"I ran into him by pure coincidence. He said he came to buy some cigars."
["what?"]
Kwon Taekjoo laughed at Yoon Jongwoo's incredulous reaction and glanced at Zhenya.
"See? Even he doesn't buy your excuse."
Not understanding their conversation, Zhenya raised an eyebrow in response. Likewise, Yoon Jongwoo had no idea what was going on.
["sunbae?"]
"Oh nothing. For now, I lost my transmitter and all my personal belongings, so I had no choice but to contact you this way. I'm out at sea."
["what! ….out at sea?"]
Kwon Taekjoo could hear Yoon Jongwoo typing on the other end of the line.
It sounded like he was tracking the device's location.