Crimson Strings [Yeongyu]

The Taming Of a Wild Thing

**Chapter 6: The Taming of a Wild Thing** 

Beomgyu’s POV

His breaths were shallow, his body still buzzing from Yeonjun’s touch—like an electric shock that hadn’t faded. 

He needed to get out of here. 

Now. 

But the moment he took a step back, Yeonjun’s hand snapped around his wrist, yanking him forward. 

Beomgyu gasped as he collided against Yeonjun’s chest. 

"Where do you think you’re going, little mouse?" Yeonjun murmured, his voice like velvet laced with thorns. 

Beomgyu struggled, trying to twist free. "Away from you, you psycho—" 

A sharp yank sent him crashing onto the bed. 

Before he could even react, Yeonjun was on top of him, hands caging him in, his weight pressing down just enough to keep him still. 

Beomgyu thrashed, his heart slamming against his ribs. "Get off—!" 

Yeonjun sighed, as if bored, and suddenly— 

Cold metal clicked around Beomgyu’s wrist. 

His breath stuttered. 

Handcuffs. 

Again. 

Beomgyu’s wrist was locked to the headboard, the cool steel digging into his skin. His chest heaved as he yanked against it, but it held firm. 

Yeonjun sat back, admiring his work. "There. Now we can talk without you running like a scared little rabbit." 

Beomgyu glared up at him, fury burning through the fear. "Untie me." 

Yeonjun’s lips curled. "You really think I’m that stupid?" 

Beomgyu gritted his teeth. "I’ll kill you for this." 

Yeonjun laughed. 

The sound was rich, almost delighted. 

"Oh, Beomgyu," he sighed, leaning down until their noses almost brushed. "You still don’t get it, do you?" 

His fingers traced Beomgyu’s throat, featherlight. 

"You belong to me now." 

Beomgyu recoiled, his breath quickening. "I don’t belong to
anyone—" 

Yeonjun’s fingers wrapped around his throat—not squeezing, just holding, claiming. 

"You say that," he whispered, lips ghosting over Beomgyu’s ear, "but your body tells me otherwise." 

Beomgyu hated how his pulse betrayed him. 

Hated how his skin burned under Yeonjun’s touch. 

Hated how something inside him thrived on this twisted game. 

Yeonjun chuckled, feeling Beomgyu’s pulse race beneath his fingers. "See? Even your body knows it’s mine." 

Beomgyu turned his head away, teeth clenched. "I’ll never be yours." 

Yeonjun tilted his head, watching him with something unreadable. 

Then— 

He pulled back. 

Just like that. 

Beomgyu blinked, momentarily stunned by the sudden loss of warmth. 

Yeonjun smirked, standing up. "We’ll see, little mouse." 

And then—he walked away, leaving Beomgyu handcuffed to the bed. 

Like he had all the time in the world.

Beomgyu stared after him, his chest rising and falling. 

His mind screamed at him to keep fighting. To never let Yeonjun win. 

But somewhere deep inside, buried beneath the defiance and fear— 

A tiny voice whispered. 

What if it’s already too late?

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Yeonjun’s POV

He closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly. 

His hands were shaking. 

Not with anger. 

With exhilaration. 

Beomgyu was intoxicating. 

The way he fought—with everything he had, even when he knew he couldn’t win. 

The way his body betrayed him, reacting to every touch, every whisper, no matter how much he tried to deny it. 

Yeonjun licked his lips, his heartbeat thrumming with satisfaction. 

Beomgyu could resist all he wanted. 

It wouldn’t change the inevitable. 

Because Yeonjun had already won. 

He just had to wait for Beomgyu to realize it, too. 

And when he finally broke— 

When Beomgyu finally stopped fighting and let himself fall— 

It would be the most beautiful thing Yeonjun had ever seen. 

He smiled to himself. 

This was going to be fun.

To be continued...