Using a handkerchief, Vasilyev calmly wiped off the blood splattered on his face.
With a grin, he cracked his knuckles.
"Ah. I recognize you."
He swept his hair up, leaving the injured Logan behind.
"Come to think of it, you were hiding last time too. Just like this."
The boy holding a bouquet of flowers sweat dropped, going out from his hiding spot.
"M/n..I didn't mean to hide but.."
Vasilyev raised an eyebrow.
According to his memory, his name was Eli Jang. Hence, the only person which M/n felt safe with. At least in this world.
Should he let him go?
Of course fucking not.
"Repulsive whore."
".... Pardon?"
"You had a kid at such a young age? I'm baffled."
Eli's eyes widened as he dropped the bouquet he was holding.
First of all, who was this?
It can't be you.
He just knew it. The way 'you' greeted him was unnatural, different intonations and a different accent unfamiliar with the Korean language.
It couldn't be you.
You wouldn't say those harsh words.
But.....
Did he actually know you that much? If it turned out that it really was you...
He didn't want to imagine it.
"M/n, you're acting weird."
"Weird? Pfft. You don't even know me."
Vasilyev was right. Absolutely right.
But.
Eli knew you were lying.
After all, would you happily befriend, sleepover, play with their baby and even cry on the shoulders of the person you were repulsed by?
It's an absurd guess. Absolutely.
But it was suspicious since day one. The day of the festival.
The difference between the 'you' that he knew and the you who called yourself Vasilyev was vast.
"Then tell me. A few weeks back, you promised to go on a trip with me and Yenna. Did you forget?" Eli asked.
Vasilyev sighed, crossing his arms.
"I forgot because it was so insignificant."
"Seriously? You said you were excited to light fireworks with us, build sandcastles and go stargazing. Was that all... Insignificant as well?"
"Yes it was. I don't like you and your daughter one bit."
"...."
Eli was left speechless, looking at Logan who was lying on the ground and then back at you.
"Then assuming you beat that guy for a good reason, I'll be leaving."
He sighed, walking away.
"You forgot your bouquet." Vasilyev said.
"Forget it.
It was for you anyways."
He said, not turning back as he left.
Thump thump.
Vasilyev grunted, clenching his chest.
He widened his eyes, tugging on his shirt.
"No way..."
"Just now.
Why was I disappointed to see him go away?"
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Horrified.
You looked at the scene in front of you. Absolutely mortified. The strong scent of blood splatters, the brutal bruises resulting from the slaps that Logan received and the unfamiliar sight of Logan, who peed his pants.
Just... What did you do?...
But it was Vasilyev..
But still.
You hadn't intended to go this far as to injure Logan to the point he got traumatized, just because you wanted him to be your gofer.
No.
In the first place, if you just hadn't picked a fight. This wouldn't have happened.
You trembled, tears trickling down your face as your knees gave out.
"I—I'm sorry... I'm sorry.. I'm sorry.."
You repeatedly mumbled under your breath.
Not having control over your own body, was more scary than you had originally thought.
What if.. It wasn't Logan but someone you cared about?
Just the thought alone mortified you.
No.
Forget saving the characters. You were the danger all along.
But despite that, what about Jiho? Olly? What about Johan?
You quickly lifted Logan, carrying him on your back to your house.
You arrived to one, single conclusion.
You will involve yourself with the main characters, but distance yourself when you're done saving them.
That should be all.
You entered the password to your apartment before slamming the soor open, placing Logan on the bathtub as you went to get the first aid.
You bit your lip in regret, looking at his bruises. Vasilyev that bastard, must have targeted the face.
The reason is quite simple.
So that Logan could still be able to fight against people. Knowing that, Vasilyev probably planned to use Logan for something involving fighting.
No matter how much you hated him for doing that to Daniel, he didn't do anything wrong to you just yet.
And it seems like his injuries are even more worse than the ones he usually gave to Daniel.
Logan groaned in pain as you gently applied some ointment in his face.
You were no professional medic, but you knew which medicine was used for which as you had to use medication often as a child.
Logan just stiffly stayed there and let himself get treated without a hint of struggle, which was interesting.
He seemed confused, first and foremost. Wondering why you were treating the injuries that you yourself caused him, but he won't ask.
Why?
It was scary.
You were scary.
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After a while, Logan was bandaged up with a dull look in his eyes.
And you left him alone to go cook some noodles in the kitchen after seeing that he was trembling when he saw you.
It was inevitable that he was scared ot you since you seemed to be the one giving him the injuries.
Problem was, you didn't remember anything at all.
What Vasilyev did when he came out and how long he was out.
It was all muddled to you. Just like the first time Vasilyev came out, it took you a few weeks to remember what Vasilyev did.
But judging from Logan's bruises, it was apparent that he was definitely brutal with him.
Darn it.
You wanted to treat Logan badly, make him your gofer and ask him for his savings.
But how were you supposed to do that now after putting him in that state?
Not even Logan was this brutal when bullying Daniel.
"Vasilyev that motherfucker... You ruined my plans.."
You cursed him in your head, not noticing that the tea kettle was overflowing until a loud sizzle could be heard.
"Ah shit! He ruined everything!"
You grunted, hurriedly turning the stove off, annoyed with everything at this point. This was a bad, bad day.
In fact, you wanted to yell.
But you wouldn't want to frighten Vasilyev's fodder. I mean chicken. I mean victim.
You sighed.
You've been having too much fun as of late, but it was finally time for you to actually move towards your goal.
Your goal of preventing bad things from happening in the story.
Now, you had two options.
Either join workers who you had no ounce of care for even if Vasilyev was to run amok, or take matters to your own hands and create a name for yourself?
You thought for a moment, before looking at Logan.
"The four divine slaves huh?
It's a pretty funny idea but..."
"I can work with that."
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