The contract [Yeongyu]

chapter-13

“My name’s Mingyu,” he said, his tone almost sing-song, mocking the fear shimmering in Beomgyu’s big brown eyes. “And you…?”

Beomgyu buried his face deeper into the pillow clutched to his chest, knuckles white, shoulders trembling. His lashes were wet, casting shadows on his flushed cheeks. Not a word came out.

Mingyu let out a low chuckle, tilting his head as if this was all entertainment. “So shy,” he teased, his voice curling around the silence like smoke. “Or maybe you’re just too scared to speak? Hm?”

He leaned closer, his cologne sharp, invading Beomgyu’s space. His gaze trailed shamelessly down the curve of Beomgyu’s thighs, noting every tiny flinch, every desperate attempt to shrink away.

“Come on, pretty,” Mingyu drawled, his lips curving into a smirk. “I told you my name. Now it’s only polite when you tell me yours.”

Beomgyu shook his head quickly, lips pressed together, tears dripping onto the pillow. His breath came out in short, shaky gasps as he curled tighter into the corner, as if the leather cushions could swallow him whole.

Mingyu’s laugh was soft, dark, amused. “What should I call you then, huh? Bunny? Kitten? Or maybe… mine? Since you’re not talking anyway.” He reached out, not to touch, but to toy with the hem of the pillow, as if daring Beomgyu to bolt.

Beomgyu whimpered quietly, shaking his head again, unable to look at him.

“Mm, no?” Mingyu hummed, his grin widening. “You’re really making this fun, you know that?”

Mingyu shifted closer to, beomgyu causing the little one to cry more.

Beomgyu made a desperate move, clutching the pillow tight as he scrambled off the couch, his legs trembling but determined to run. His bare feet barely touched the floor when.

A strong hand closed around his ankle.

Beomgyu let out a startled cry, stumbling forward and crashing to the carpet, his forehead smacking against the edge of the low table with a dull thud. Pain shot through him, white spots flashing across his vision as tears sprang instantly to his eyes.

Before he could crawl away, Mingyu’s grip tightened. With frightening ease, he yanked Beomgyu back, bending down and wrapping both muscular arms around the boy’s slim waist.

“Gotcha,” Mingyu muttered, his voice low, amused, almost playful.

Beomgyu kicked weakly, little sobs slipping past his lips, but Mingyu lifted him as if he weighed nothing at all. In one fluid motion, he hoisted him up and sat him back down on the couch, pinning him there with his broad frame towering above.

Mingyu brushed a strand of hair from Beomgyu’s damp cheek, smirking as he tilted his head to inspect the small red mark forming on the boy’s forehead. “See, pretty? What you did?” His voice was mockingly sweet, a sharp edge hidden beneath the softness. “You went and hurt yourself. Shouldn’t have tried to run.”

Beomgyu squeezed his eyes shut, clutching the pillow like a shield as tears streamed down his face. His chest rose and fell in shallow, shaky breaths, the sting on his forehead only adding to the helplessness flooding him.

Mingyu finally pushed himself up from the couch, towering over Beomgyu one last time. His sharp gaze softened into something mocking, almost affectionate, as he reached down and ruffled Beomgyu’s soft hair.

“I’m leaving now, pretty,” he murmured, tone light, like he hadn’t just manhandled and cornered him. His large hand patted Beomgyu’s head, fingers lingering in a way that made the boy flinch.

Beomgyu’s wide, tearful eyes looked up at him, but no sound escaped. His lips trembled, his arms still hugging the pillow tightly against his chest as though it was the only shield he had.

Mingyu crouched slightly, his smirk never fading, and tapped Beomgyu’s damp cheek twice with the pads of his fingers. “But don’t worry,” he whispered, voice curling with promise, “we’ll meet more often. Okay?”

Beomgyu shook his head faintly, but Mingyu only chuckled, straightening up to his full height.

He turned toward the door, his expensive shoes clicking against the polished floor. When he reached the threshold, he paused, one hand resting lazily on the doorframe. He glanced back over his shoulder, his expression shifting into something colder, darker.

“I’m believing,” Mingyu drawled slowly, “that you won’t tell anyone about what happened in between us. Right, pretty?” His eyes locked with Beomgyu’s, sharp and unblinking. “Because if you even think about it…” His smile widened, sharp as a blade. “…it won’t be good for you.”

Beomgyu’s heart pounded painfully in his chest, his nails digging into the pillow as fresh tears burned his eyes. He nodded weakly, too terrified to form words.

Mingyu’s smirk returned, satisfied, and he stepped out, the heavy door clicking shut behind him leaving Beomgyu shaking, alone in the vast office, the sound of the clock ticking louder in the suffocating silence.

New character 🥳🎉🎉
And double update.😍