The contract [Yeongyu]

chapter-13

Beomgyu tried to keep up with Yeonjun’s long strides, the jacket barely covering his thighs, his cheeks already warm under the stares.

At last, Yeonjun pushed open the door to his grand office. The lights flicked on, revealing floor to ceiling windows showing the city glowing against the night sky. His desk was immaculate, documents stacked neatly, and a leather couch sat near the side wall.

Yeonjun turned, cupping Beomgyu’s face briefly with his palm, thumb brushing his pout. “Sit here, doll,” he said, guiding him to the couch. “Be a good boy for daddy. I have a meeting to attend.”

Beomgyu sat down slowly, folding his legs together, fiddling with his sleeves. His big eyes followed Yeonjun’s every move. “But… how long will you be gone?” he asked softly, almost sulking.

Yeonjun smirked, leaning down just enough to press a kiss to his forehead. “Not too long.stay pretty, and wait for me.”

He straightened his jacket, turned, and walked toward the door. Just before leaving, he glanced back his gaze sharp, protective, and dark.

But the moment the heavy door clicked shut, Beomgyu was alone in the vast office. The silence felt heavy, pressing against his chest. He hugged a pillow from the couch, sighing.

And then there was a faint sound. A soft click, like the door across the hall being opened. Followed by slow, deliberate footsteps approaching Yeonjun’s office.

°°°

The office door creaked open slowly, and Beomgyu froze, his small body stiff against the leather couch. His fingers clutched the pillow tighter as a tall figure slipped inside, shutting the door with a soft click.

It was a man. His sharp smirk stretched across his face as he locked eyes with the trembling boy.

“Well, well,” the man said, drawled, his voice low and dangerous. “Look who we have here, huh? Someone so pretty.”

Beomgyu instantly curled into himself, hugging the pillow like a shield, his lips trembling. His doe eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “w-who are y-you…” he whispered, voice already cracking.

The man stepped closer, his polished shoes clicking against the marble floor. He tilted his head, watching Beomgyu’s frightened face with a twisted satisfaction. “What a sweet little thing,” he murmured, lowering his tone like a predator closing in.

Beomgyu scooted back on the couch, knees pulling up, heart hammering in his chest. But the man was taller, stronger, and already towering over him.

“Why dressed like this, pretty?” he bent down slightly, his smirk never faltering. His eyes traced Beomgyu’s bare thighs peeking under the skirt. “Looks like you’re screaming for trouble… aren’t you, little one?”

Beomgyu shook his head desperately, tears spilling down his cheeks now. His breath hitched as he scrambled, trying to get off the couch, his mind screaming run, run, run!

But the moment his feet touched the ground, the man's large hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with crushing force. In one harsh motion, he pushed him back onto the couch, forcing him into the same vulnerable position.

Beomgyu gasped, crying harder, his voice breaking. “L-let me go! Please ”

Hello leaned in closer, his hot breath brushing Beomgyu’s cheek as he whispered, “Not so fast, pretty. I think we should… talk.”

He leaned back on the couch, one arm slung lazily over the backrest, his long legs spread like he owned the place. His sharp eyes never left the trembling boy pressed against the corner.