It was already past morning when Beomgyu woke up the next day. Yeonjun didn’t come back last night and Beomgyu is thankful he didn’t. Watching his face was the last thing he wanted last night in his fucked up life.
He quickly got himself a shower but he didn’t have anything to wear. His clothes will be reaching by the afternoon and he has nowhere right here. Last night, Iskiya bought him clothes but now? What would he do?
“ Hell. What should I do now? ” He cursed under his breath before slipping in the bathrobe. That's the last option he got for himself. However the bathrobe was lengthy enough to cover every part of his body so well. “ The only good thing to happen so far is ” he mumbled under his breath before coming out and screamed.
“ Ahhhh! ” his lungs may have been damaged.
“ Shut up! What are you screaming for? ” Yeonjun whisper shouted from the side of the room.
Beomgyu felt his blood boiling just by looking at this man. If he could, he would have punched. His cover body felt on display by the glance but, Yeonjun never looked.
“ What the hell are you doing here?” Beomgyu used a towel to cover his already covered body.
Yeonjun masked out a sarcastic laugh. “Seriously? Now I have to take permission from you to come in my own room? ”
“ Obviously you have to! ” Beomgyu shouted from the corner.
Yeonjun's jaw clenched in irritation. He tossed the shirt on the bed before straightening his posture. “ And why do you think, I would do it? ” his arms crossed on his chest. Throwing an open challenge for Beomgyu to accept.
But Beomgyu is anything but a loser.
“ I live here ”
Yeonjun’s brows rose upright. Beomgyu’s irritation grew.
“ This is my room for god’s shake! ”
“ Can you even say something without shouting for once!? ”
Yeonjun was inches away from doing something terrible, as was Beomgyu.
“ What are you doing right now? Are you not shouting too!? ”
Beomgyu fumed in anger. He never loses. He's anything but a loser. He has to win here. Anyhow, at any cost. He is gonna take it as a challenge.
Challenge of survival.
“ This is my room from now on ” Beomgyu smirked.
“ I am the owner of this house ”
“ From now on it's mine too ” Beomgyu shrugged his shoulders.
Yeonjun stared at him for a few seconds before sighing and all of a sudden smiling creepily. Beomgyu frowned, intentionally backing a little but the psycho inside Yeonjun caught him in a speed of light. Beomgyu gasped before falling on the bed on his bum. Yeonjun as well sat besides him.
“ Okay, new owner. Welcome to this house, Mr.Choi. Sorry I could not be here to welcome you last night ” Yeonjun batted his eyes teasingly. Beomgyu found it cringy and suspicious at the same time. He pushed Yeonjun’s hands away.
“ Ops! I am just trying to be good! Happy welcome! ” Yeonjun smiled. A way too wide. Beomgyu threw the towel on his face until it covered Yeonjun’s whole face.
“ You should be sorry! But listen one thing clearly, I am not accepting this marriage at all! ” Beomgyu stomped on his feet.
Yeonjun pulled the towel off his face before placing it down on the bed. His smile still wide and clear on his face.
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NOT MY TYPE • YEONGYU
FanfictionEntering a loveless marriage nobody of them asked for. Yeonjun was a replacement Beomgyu coaxed himself to despise. He never expected to fall until it became so hard that leaving felt easier, running away as far as he could felt easier than staying...
