The mouse

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by Lemonjuice97
by Lemonjuice97
                                        
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His heart was pounding.  
The man in black still had him pinned against the wall, his grip bruising against Beomgyu’s wrist. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to run, to fight, to *do something*—but then, Yeonjun spoke.  
*"Ah, Beomgyu… you’re making this so much more fun."
His voice was silk, amusement dripping from every word.  
Beomgyu’s body stiffened as Yeonjun took slow, deliberate steps toward him. The dim hallway lights cast eerie shadows over his face, making his smirk look almost demonic.  
“Let him go,” Yeonjun murmured.  
The man obeyed instantly, stepping back like a trained soldier.  
Beomgyu barely had a second to react before Yeonjun lunged. 
A gasp tore from his throat as he was slammed back against the wall. Yeonjun’s fingers gripped his jaw—tight, possessive, unyielding.  
His breath was warm against Beomgyu’s cheek. “You’re quick,” he mused. “I almost thought you’d make it to the exit.”  
Beomgyu glared at him, forcing his voice to stay steady. “If you think I’m going to play your sick little game—”  
Yeonjun’s thumb brushed over his lower lip, cutting him off.  
Beomgyu froze.  
Yeonjun let out a low hum, his eyes half-lidded with something dark. Something dangerous. 
“You say that now,” he whispered, “but the best part about a game…” He leaned in closer, their lips nearly touching.  
“…is when the prey starts to enjoy the chase.”  
Beomgyu’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted—not just with fear.  
No.  
He refused to let this monster get inside his head.  
With every ounce of strength, he jerked his knee up—aiming for Yeonjun’s gut.  
But Yeonjun was faster.  
His hand caught Beomgyu’s thigh mid-air, gripping it hard. He let out a soft chuckle, tilting his head.  
“Oh, you’re fighting me now?”  
Beomgyu clenched his teeth. “Let me go.”  
Yeonjun’s fingers tightened. “No.”  
Their eyes locked.  
The air between them was suffocating, thick with something Beomgyu couldn’t name.  
Then—  
Yeonjun released him.  
Beomgyu stumbled back, heart hammering.  
Yeonjun’s smirk deepened. “Run again if you want, little mouse,” he purred. “I like it when you run.”  
Beomgyu swallowed hard.  
Because the way Yeonjun was looking at him—like a predator toying with its prey—made him realize something terrifying.  
This wasn’t a game Beomgyu could win. 
Not yet.  
But he’d be damned if he didn’t try.  
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Yeonjun’s POV 
Beomgyu was shaking.  
Not much—just the slightest tremble in his fingers, the uneven rise and fall of his chest.  
He was scared.  
And God 'it was beautiful.  
Yeonjun let out a slow breath, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as he watched Beomgyu’s every movement. Every subtle sign of resistance.  
His little mouse was still trying so hard to fight back.  
How adorable.  
Yeonjun could feel it—could taste it.  
That tiny flicker of something in Beomgyu’s eyes. The crack in his defiance.  
He wanted to break him. Slowly.  
Completely.  
"You don’t trust me yet,” Yeonjun murmured, stepping closer.  
Beomgyu stiffened but held his ground.  
Good.  
Yeonjun reached out, trailing his fingers over Beomgyu’s collarbone, feeling the way his pulse raced beneath his skin. “That’s okay,” he whispered. “You will.”  
Beomgyu jerked away, glaring. “I’d rather die.”  
Yeonjun’s smirk didn’t falter.  
Instead, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Beomgyu’s ear.  
“Then I guess I’ll just have to make you live for me instead.”  
Beomgyu’s breath caught.  
Yeonjun pulled back, eyes dark with amusement.  
Oh, this was going to be fun.