♡Maybe I Don't Hate You | Yeongyu/Beomjun♡

Yeonjun/Beomgyu's POV | 26

"Anything for you mama." She pat my stomach and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I love when she gives me kisses. It makes me feel like a little kid again. She prompted Yeonjun to bend lower so that she could give him a motherly kiss too.

"Be nice to each other boys."

"We will." I said.

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As soon as we got back into my car, I got into the passengers seat and he got in the driver's seat. I immediately started screaming at him.

"Yeonjun what the fuck?! At my mom's house! While she was there?! At the goddamn dinner table Yeonjun?!?!"

"Your dick was right there."

"And so was my mom! You're lucky she didn't walk over. My whole fucking penis was out Yeonjun!"

"Hey, watch your tone, your mom told us to be nice to each other." He turned to me and flicked me in the head. "Shut up."

"Ow! YOU—"

"Your mom's watching! Just smile and say goodbye."

I did as he said. He rolled down my window and waved to her.

"Bye Mrs. Choi! We'll see you soon!" He shouted.

"Bye mama!"

"Be safe you two!"

And we were off.

It was midnight, and we were still on the road. I'm hella tired right now, but I still have the energy to scold Yeonjun.

"Yeonjun, you just love touching me, don't you."

"Mhm." He kept his eyes on the road. "You're so... touchable. Every time I look at you, I wanna strip you down and do so many things to your helpless little body that gets all weak because of me. Every time I see you, I think of all the new things we could try."

"You're so gross." I turned away from him and looked out the window, and then my heart began to flutter, and I smiled. I don't understand how someone can just say that so casually. I also don't understand why that makes me like him so much.

"I can see you smiling. So I'm gross? You like my gross-ness. You love it."

"Hmph."

"Yeah okay, princess."

"I am not a princess, Jun."

"But you're my princess. And I'll call you whatever the fuck I want. Princess."

UGH!

Bro gets on my nerves.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't answer.

"Yeonjun?"

"Hold on."

"W-where are we going?"

"A shop."

"W-what shop?" I asked quietly.

"Will you calm down? You're fine. You're safe, just— Beomms, it's alright I just need to get something."

"We're in a fucking alley Yeonjun— you're not gonna leave me in the car, right?"

"Can you shut the fuck up? You're gonna be fine, nothing is gonna happen to you, and no, I won't leave you alone... never again..."

He parked my car under a nearby tent and got out, walking over to my door to help me out.

"Come." He whispered. He held my waist and positioned himself slightly behind me as we walked. "Stay in front of me." We reached a door and he pulled out a key which I didn't even know he had on him. "...and don't talk to anyone or answer any questions. I don't care if they spoke to you first, just stay silent, okay?"

I shook my head slowly and tried to back away, but his body stopped me.

Where the fuck are we????

He opened the door and guided me inside.

Oh my god.

It was dimly lit, and everyone inside looked so mean, and really tough. Lots of men our age, and quite a few old, creepy looking men. Immediately, when Yeonjun walked in, they stood up in sync and bowed together. "It's only because my social class is higher than theirs, I'm not a mafia boss or something." He whispered to me. He let go of my waist and brought his right hand up to my neck, giving it a massage to ease me. It worked.

One of the men got up and disappeared in a back room for a few seconds before coming back with a small black briefcase. Yeonjun opened it up, checking it, then he turned me around so we could finally leave.

No words were spoken between anyone, and that really creeped me out.

"Yeonjun?" I whispered as we walked to the car.

"Shhh."

Tears started to well up in my eyes.

I'm a fucking pussy. Why am I crying??

He stood behind me as I got onto the car, and he closed my door before getting in himself.

"Oookay." He sighed as he started up the car again.

Now we're back on the main road.

"What's wrong? Were you scared?" He chuckled.

He could hear my subtle sniffles.

"Afraid something was gonna happen to you? They know better than to do something to me and whoever I'm with."

"Mm. *sniff*"

"Beomms," he continued, his eyes still on the road, "stop worrying about everything." He ruffled my hair. "Pretend we were never there."