The contract [Yeongyu]

chapter-16

Beomgyu lay curled at the foot of the bed, trembling, his knees tucked under the hem of his skirt. Blood smeared faintly against his thighs where Yeonjun's punishment had left its mark. Every breath he took in shuddered out again as a sob, his voice raw from crying.

“Daddy…” His words broke, more air than sound, “It h-hurts please, Please can I have s-some painkillers... daddy p-please.”

The CEO sat above him, perched lazily against the headboard as though none of this were serious, a glass of wine dangling between his fingers. His smirk curved like a blade, sharp and entertained. He tilted the glass, took a slow sip, and hummed as if Beomgyu's pleading were nothing more than background music.

“where was this desperate honesty when you lied to daddy?” Yeonjun asked softly, his tone laced with cruel amusement. “My baby doll doesn’t get to choose when the pain ends.”

Beomgyu shook his head, his messy hair falling into his wet face. “I’m sorry! I’ll never lie again I swear. Daddy Please, it’s too much. I c-can’t…” His voice cracked, dissolving into hiccuping sobs.

Yeonjun chuckled, sliding off the headboard and crouching down until he was eye-level with the trembling boy. He brushed his knuckles along Beomgyu's tear-streaked cheek, slow and deliberate. “Do you even realize how perfect you look right now?”

He whimpered, pressing into the touch despite himself, his body instinctively searching for comfort. Yeonjun's smirk deepened at the contradiction.

“Painkillers huh?” Yeonjun repeated, feigning thought. He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a small bottle. Beomgyu's eyes lit with desperate hope, tears brimming fresh. But instead of opening it, Yeonjun shook the bottle teasingly, the rattle of pills loud in the tense silence.

“You want them?” Yeonjun leaned closer, his breath ghosting against Beomgyu's lips. “Beg prettier.”

Beomgyu sobbed harder, his hands clutching at Yeonjun's shirt, his entire body trembling like a doll. “Please, Daddy. I’ll do anything just please… help me.”

Yeonjun smiled like the devil himself, slipping the bottle back into the drawer untouched. He cupped Beomgyu's jaw, forcing him to look up. Then, without warning, he kissed him again rough, devouring. Beomgyu gasped against him, half-choking on the kiss, his small body writhing in both pain and need.

When he finally pulled back, Beomgyu sagged against his chest, dizzy and desperate. Yeonjun's thumb wiped at his bloody lip before dragging it slowly into his own mouth, tasting it with deliberate cruelty.

“Mmm,” Yeonjun hummed, licking the smear away. “Why would I dull the pain, when you look this exquisite suffering for me?”

Beomgyu's sobs broke anew, his voice trembling like a baby. Yeonjun only laughed softly, pressing another kiss this time slow, deliberate, possessive onto his ruined lips. His free hand toyed lazily with the hem of Beomgyu's skirt, not to comfort, but simply because he could.

The room was painfully quiet now only Beomgyu’s sobs and shallow breaths filled the room. The scent of rich perfume mixed with sweat and faint iron. His skirt, wrinkled and blood stained, clung to his trembling legs as he sat curled up at the edge of the bed, shoulders shaking.

Yeonjun stood near the window, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, chest rising and falling with controlled anger not at Beomgyu this time, but at the gnawing confusion in his own chest.

He turned sharply, his dark eyes landing on the fragile figure on the bed. “Stop crying,” his voice came out deep, strict, echoing off the high walls. “You brought this on yourself, didn’t you,?”