The contract [Yeongyu]

chapter-12

Yeonjun rose from the couch, his tall frame casting a heavy shadow across the marble floor as he took in the sight before him. Beomgyu stood at the base of the stairs, shoulders drawn in shyly, the cream blouse clinging delicately to his form, ribbons framing his throat like a gift waiting to be unwrapped. The skirt hugged his legs perfectly.

A low chuckle rumbled from Yeonjun’s chest as he slipped his hands into his pockets and strolled forward. His sharp eyes flicked over Beomgyu with slow precision, lingering, assessing, like he was reading every intention behind the boy’s choice of clothes.

“Doll,” Yeonjun said, his tone laced with dark amusement. He stopped just before Beomgyu, close enough to make him tilt his head up nervously. Then, with a single step forward, he closed the space, wrapping his arms tightly around Beomgyu’s slim waist. His grip was firm, possessive.

“Didn’t I already told you,” Yeonjun murmured, his lips brushing against Beomgyu’s temple, “that it’s night? And that it’s not safe for you outside?”

Beomgyu’s breath hitched, his lashes fluttering down as he nodded quickly. “Y-Yes, Daddy…”

Yeonjun smirked, tilting his head to press his mouth closer to the boy’s ear, voice lowering into a dangerous whisper. “Then tell me what’s the point of wearing this, hmm? Are you trying to get other men’s attention?” His fingers dug lightly into Beomgyu’s sides, making him squirm in his grip.

“N-No!” Beomgyu blurted, shaking his head frantically, cheeks turning red. His hands clutched at Yeonjun’s suit jacket, desperate to prove himself. “No, Daddy… I just wanted to look nice for you.” He bit his lip, his voice softening into a pout. “See I even have this jacket to cover up once we reach there…”

Yeonjun pulled back just enough to study him, one brow arching. The boy’s wide eyes, the trembling pout, the small jacket clutched nervously in his hand it was almost laughable.

A slow, wicked smirk curved Yeonjun’s lips. “Don’t blame me,” he drawled, pressing a kiss against Beomgyu’s cheek, his teeth grazing the soft skin before pulling back, “if I end up doing something over there.”

Beomgyu’s blush deepened, his voice barely above a whisper. “D-Daddy…”

Yeonjun chuckled again, the sound dark and smooth, his hand gliding up to pinch Beomgyu’s chin. He forced the boy to look directly at him, holding his gaze steady. “You really don’t know what you do to me, do you, baby?”

Beomgyu swallowed, eyes shining nervously, but he shook his head lightly.

Yeonjun’s fingers closed firmly around Beomgyu’s hand, the grip strong enough to make the boy’s heart skip. “Let’s go, doll,” he said smoothly, his smirk still tugging at his lips. Without giving Beomgyu a chance to hesitate, he led him across the marble floor, through the tall double doors, and out into the night.

The mansion’s driveway glistened under the light rain, the pavement reflecting the glow of the tall lamps that lined the path. A sleek black car polished to perfection waited at the front, the driver opening the back door immediately upon spotting Yeonjun.

“Inside,” Yeonjun ordered softly, guiding Beomgyu with a subtle push at his lower back.

Beomgyu slipped into the car, his jacket clutched against his chest like a shield. The leather seats were cold against his body, but the space smelled faintly of Yeonjun’s cologne rich, dark, intoxicating. Yeonjun slid in beside him, the door closing with a heavy thud before the driver returned to the wheel.

As the car began to roll smoothly down the wet streets, Yeonjun leaned back, one arm draped lazily along the seat. His eyes roamed Beomgyu’s profile the delicate line of his jaw, the way his lashes lowered as he tried to focus on the window, pretending to be distracted by the blurred city lights outside.

Yeonjun’s hand moved suddenly, deliberately, onto Beomgyu’s thigh. His palm pressed against the soft fabric of the trousers, his fingers tracing up and down in a slow, firm rub.

Beomgyu stiffened instantly, his breath hitching as he gripped his jacket tighter. His eyes stayed glued to the window, though his reflection betrayed the faint pink coloring his cheeks.

Yeonjun chuckled lowly at the reaction, leaning closer so his words brushed against Beomgyu’s ear. “Why so tense, baby? You were begging me to bring you along, and now you’re acting shy?”

Beomgyu shifted uncomfortably, his lips parting. “I-I’m not shy, Daddy… I’m just… looking outside.”

“Mhm.” Yeonjun smirked, squeezing his thigh lightly before dragging his hand higher, just enough to make the boy flinch. “Pretty view, isn’t it? But don’t get use to it baby.”

Beomgyu finally turned his head, meeting Yeonjun’s intense gaze. His voice was soft, almost pleading. “I-I wanted to come because I didn’t want to be alone. Not to… upset you.”

Yeonjun’s thumb brushed in slow circles against his skin, his smirk sharpening. “You could never upset me, doll. You just… make me want things. Dangerous things.”

Beomgyu swallowed hard, his lashes fluttering as he whispered, “Daddy…”

The car’s interior grew quiet except for the hum of the engine and the steady rain outside, Yeonjun’s hand never leaving Beomgyu’s thigh, keeping him trapped between nervousness and comfort.

Yeonjun parked the car and stepped out first, his tall frame commanding attention even in the dim glow of the building’s lights. Beomgyu hesitated, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his short skirt before Yeonjun walked over and opened the door for him.

“Come here, doll,” Yeonjun said firmly, holding out his hand.

Beomgyu shyly slipped his smaller hand into his daddy’s, letting Yeonjun help him out. The cool night air brushed against his bare thighs, making him squirm. Yeonjun immediately crouched a little, adjusting Beomgyu’s skirt with a serious face. His large hands smoothed the fabric down, covering more of the boy’s soft skin.

“Don’t talk to anyone in there,” Yeonjun’s deep voice rumbled as his sharp eyes flicked up to meet Beomgyu’s. “got it?”

Beomgyu pouted, lips trembling slightly, but he nodded. “Okay, daddy…”

Yeonjun straightened, placed a heavy hand on Beomgyu’s waist, and began walking him inside. The glass doors of the office building slid open automatically, swallowing them into the polished interior. The echo of Yeonjun’s expensive shoes against the marble floor made Beomgyu shrink closer, almost hiding against his side.

They hadn’t even reached the elevators when a group of executives turned their heads. Their eyes immediately caught on the delicate figure beside the CEO.

One of them dared to whisper, “Is that..?”

But before the man could finish, Yeonjun’s sharp glare cut through the air like a blade, silencing the entire hall.

And right at that moment, Beomgyu felt a strange shiver because someone else’s eyes, colder and darker than the rest, were fixed directly on him from across the lobby.

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