"Taekjoo, wake up." Kwon Taekjoo opened his eyes sluggishly at the sound of Zhenya's voice waking him up.
The blinding sunlight threatened to pierce his vision, forcing him to squint and raise a hand to block it. Before he can do so, Zhenya stepped in, saving him the effort.
"We've arrived."
"Arrived? Where?"
Zhenya nodded towards the window, as if urging Kwon Taekjoo to take a look for himself. Grumbling. Kwon Taekjoo pushed himself up. Despite having slept well, parts of his body ached in protest.
His sense of touch felt dull, as though his entire body was swollen.
As Kwon Taekjoo struggled to sit up, Zhenya handed him a bottle of water, unusually kind in his demeanor. Kwon Taekjoo lightly patted Zhenya's cheek before quenching his thirst.
He had been parched all night, so he easily drained the bottle. Afterward, he crushed it, as he always did, and made his way to the window.
According to Zhenya, the yacht was now docked at a port. Oddly enough, no other yachts were in sight. Only a few motorboats and jet skis could be seen.
Kwon Taekjoo's attention was immediately drawn to tranquil, emerald-colored sea. There was no high-rise buildings, no residential houses… perhaps they had arrived at a remote island. The well-preserved coast suggested some form of human maintenance, but the absence of people made Kwon Taekjoo feel notably out of place.
At the moment, Zhenya approached from behind, pressing his body against Kwon Taekjoo and wrapping his arms around his shoulders. As usual, he nuzzled his face into Kwon Taekjoo's hair.
Kwon Taekjoo leaned back slightly, resting against him, and opened his mouth to speak.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know."
"Jongwoo said we were in Mexico. Is that true."
"I guess so."
"He's either right or he's not. What are you trying to say?"
"Im just saying it doesn't matter where we are. It's peaceful here, and no one will bother us. Isn't that all we need?"
Given that they were being hunted by the authorities, Zhenya wasn't entirely wrong. But Kwon Taekjoo needed to know their extract location to be prepared for whatever came next.
Zhenya was already a constant unpredictability- he didn't need more uncertainties to add to the list.
"No one will bother us? Are you telling me there's another dammed place like this?"
Kwon Taekjoo responded in disbelief, only to be interrupted by the rumbling of his stomach. He realized he couldn't remember the last time he'd eaten properly, or how long it had been since he'd lost consciousness. Zhenya slid his fingers over Kwon Taekjoo's flat and noisy stomach.
"Why don't we eat first?"
Although Zhenya's tone was clearly mocking, Kwon Taekjoo was far more excited at the prospect of finally getting to eat. But Zhenya continued caressing him, pressing kisses along his neck. His hand, which had initially been stroking Kwon Taekjoo's stomach, moved lower and settled stubbornly on his crotch. Zhenya gently massaged the soft bulge of flesh and dragged his tongue along Kwon Taekjoo's ear.
Kwon Taekjoo realized they could end up having another round of sex if he didn't stop it, so he slapped Zhenya's hand away.
"You said we should go eat. Why are you touching my dick?"
"Mmm… I just wanted to check how it's doing. It kept leaking all night. I couldn't sleep because of it."
"You bastard, did you do it again while I was asleep?"
"Relax. You enjoy it too, don't you? You need me to fuck you every now and then so you can sleep well at night."
Sleep well? More like pass out from exhaustion, he thought even long before meeting Zhenya, Kwon Taekjoo used to rest for days after returning from mission, to recover his strength and let his wounded body heal. But since getting involved with Zhenya, they had spent time together in this way, with Zhenya showing up at his mission points and whisking him away as if he were kidnapping him.
Zhenya would always watch Kwon Taekjoo closely while he slept, spoiling and excessively doting on him, only to indulge in sex whenever he pleased. Sometimes, Kwon Taekjoo would wake up in the middle of it, but Zhenya's unwavering gaze, his elevated body temperature, the way he repeatedly called his name,
and even the act itself were so tender and sweet that Kwon Taekjoo often pretended not to notice.
It wasn't that Kwon Taekjoo particularly enjoyed it. He simply allowed Zhenya to do as he pleased. It was a win-win situation: Kwon Taekjoo got the desperately needed rest, and Zhenya got to satisfy his overwhelming sexual appetite.
Deep down, Kwon Taekjoo wondered if he had started to believe Zhenya's insinuation that he enjoyed it too. It's often said that people who spend a lot of time together start to pick up each others habits. Likewise, Zhenya's strange tendencies and fetishes seemed to have rubbed off on Kwon Taekjoo as well.
With a scowl of disapproval, Kwon Taekjoo pushed the grinning Zhenya away. Thought he wasn't sure where they were, he decided to go out and explore now that they had finally arrived on land.
First, he needed to make himself presentable, but the military uniform he had worn earlier was in tatters on the floor. He set about searching for some decent clothes.
Kwon Taekjoo first searched the closet.
Inside he found several bathrobes of different materials, along with Zhenya's clothes neatly hung one after another. Zhenya had packed a wide variety of outfits, as if he were preparing for a vacation.
Kwon Taekjoo checked to see if he had brought any of his own clothes, just in case, but as expected there was nothing of his. If Zhenya was going to fetch him, couldn't he at least have packed some clothes for him? Zhenya lacked even the most basic foresight.
Kwon Taekjoo opened a pack of new underwear, put it on, and then covered himself with a bathrobe. He didn't fuss much over his outfit choice. After all, the weather was hot, he was only going out to eat, and the outside setting looked like a typical vacation scene. He was about to close the closet when a stack of carefully arranged bags at the bottom caught his attention.
Already anticipating what was inside, he checked the contents. Just as he thought, there was a large assortment of firearms. He picked up a pistol and tested the grip in his hand. It didn't fit as well as his own weapon, but it was still acceptable.
Kwon Taekjoo was debating where to store it when Zhenya chuckled behind him and walked over.
"You won't need that."
"Are you sure?"
"Have you been lied to all your life?"
Zhenya retorted, walking past Kwon Taekjoo and exiting the bedroom ahead of him.
"This way."
As uneasy feeling still lingering in Kwon Taekjoo, but he decided to follow Zhenya for now. As soon as he stepped off the yacht, he was greeted by a group of crew members and attendants dressed in white uniforms, forming a small entourage.
They warmly welcomed Zhenya and Kwon Taekjoo, as if they had been expecting their arrival.