"I have to talk to MY partner." He would speak to Bek; he wanted to know the reason behind that request. He was angry, he was stressed, and now he was looking for an answer from his beloved. Why didn't he want him in the room?
"There is nothing to talk about, Brown..." Bek retorted at that moment, looking him straight in the eyes with utmost seriousness. It was clear that Bek was not going to back down now.
"But... Bek..." This time he managed to stop himself right there as he looked at him. It felt so different now that his gaze got a bit lost in those onyx eyes, which looked back at him with a coldness so unique he felt he was losing his partner.
"You have things to do... don't you? It's obvious you have to leave..." he murmured, growling softly at that moment, to the point of pressing his lips together again. He felt a heavy presence just being there. Only Zinov was more than aware of this now and smirked inwardly; he had Bek all to himself, and no one would take him away. He felt so happy now that he only wished that idiot would just leave so he could be with his beloved Bek.
Faced with such words, Jake fell silent while clenching his hands, finally noticing the TV screen where the news was broadcasting his interview. He finally felt like he had ruined everything by rectifying his words, and he pressed his lips together. He thought he was doing things right, but he was wrong—he truly felt he had been wrong about everything.
"Bek, let me explain, it's not what you think... it really isn't what you think..." He looked at him worriedly as he stepped closer, but Zinov stood right in front of Bek, crossing his arms with an amused smirk, making it crystal clear that he wouldn't let him get near the Kazakh.
"Leave, Jake... Leave... please..." It truly hurt that he preferred to tend to his own affairs rather than be here, though in the end, Bek couldn't say anything; he couldn't reproach him if Jake was looking to maintain his artistic career more than his romantic life with him.
"Come on, get lost already, idiot..." He kept his arms crossed, flashing a malicious smile, ready to act if Jake persisted in his stubbornness to stay.
"Bek... do you really want me to go?" he asked definitively before making his choice. Only Bek could make him leave, not some rabid cat.
"You want to do your own things... you can't just be here..." He averted his gaze, feeling he would regret his words. Even so, he only subtly pressed his lips together as he looked at him, eventually just casting his eyes downward, feeling overwhelmed by it all.
"Fine... when you feel like talking... call me..." He knew that stray cat had done something—a moment of vulnerability that he exploited perfectly to turn his Bek against him.
"Hmm," was all he received in response from the Kazakh. And so, he left the room quietly to avoid upsetting his partner, who was still badly injured.
"Well done! That way the idiot won't bother you anymore... you know you can count on me, I'll always be with you, just like old times..." he murmured calmly, looking at him with a small smile on his lips, even daring to stroke his hair, silently enjoying having done so.
The moment Bek spent with the Russian had been a sign of noticeable danger. Deep down, Jake knew that if he allowed more interactions between them, that cat would break their relationship. So for the moment, he just stayed calm, thinking of how to make sure Bek was okay. He pulled out his phone and texted a soft, yet romantic apology. He wouldn't stay away all day; he would take advantage of the Russian's movements. Once he left, Jake could slip back into his partner's room and fix things.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Bek remained silent, watching the Russian who, happy as can be, pampered him and even went so far as to kiss his cheeks and forehead, clearly touching him with pleasure.
"Zinov... please... stop..." Except he was startled by the sudden grip on his jaw from that strong hand.
"No... this time I am your support, and you should also be grateful that I'm here... so keep quiet and don't interrupt..." he murmured, looking into his eyes with annoyance while growling softly, finally releasing him roughly, without noticing that the Kazakh got hurt in the process.
Those actions by the Russian somehow terrified the Kazakh, who lay on his hospital bed watching how that man subtly brushed off his clothes.
"Now that you've understood, you'd better keep quiet." Without another word, he sat back down on the bed to watch the dark-haired boy, who subtly fell silent before closing his eyes to rest.
"I hope that idiot doesn't come back anytime soon..." He finally finished speaking as he turned to look at him, understanding that this boy would be entirely his upon seeing him tremble slightly and nod to his demands, making him smile with satisfaction.
"Zinov.... I... would like..." he murmured, still with a bit of fear, but in the end he stopped himself. He didn't want to ask the Russian for anything; he had felt a bit scared when he held him that way. Thus, he ended up just settling into the bed with his counterpart's help, feeling subtly fearful.
"Relax, whenever you want something, just ask me..." Without further ado, he gave him his space. He needed to calm down so as not to push the Kazakh away; he didn't want to scare him, much less have him distance himself because of it. And so, he ended up closing his eyes as he sat in the chair near the bed.
"Yes... thank you, I'd like... later to have..." He was about to continue, but those emerald eyes made him blush when they looked at him with warmth.
"Have some iced chocolate? I know it's your favorite drink... you're lucky, outside the hospital there's a café where they sell your favorite chocolate." He smiled at the Kazakh in a calmer manner, offering a sweet smile to bring him more comfort, and it certainly worked, as Bek began to feel more at ease, even letting out a sweet laugh after those words.
"Thank you very much, Zinov... you remembered my favorite drink..." He smiled at him calmly before laughing a little, thus maintaining his composure thanks to him.
"I will never forget those days when my little Bek would always ask me for an iced chocolate every time we went to train." With a soft laugh, both boys looked at each other, finally enjoying that calm.
Clearly, things could get stressful, as the Russian tended to be truly explosive with everyone, and even more so with the Kazakh, who was his weak spot and someone he never wished to walk away from.