Chapter 72
Stopping right in front of the room, Yejun held the door open with a dramatic, gentlemanly flare.
As a gesture of polite gratitude, Yeonho bowed his head slightly before stepping inside first.
The moment the door shut, Yejun turned the lock and strode straight toward the king-sized bed where Yeonho had settled down.
"Now take that off."
"Y-Yes, sir…"
Yeonho's voice trembled slightly. His hands reached up toward his face, but Yejun immediately grabbed his wrist, halting the motion.
Confused, Yeonho looked up through long, golden lashes.
"Sir...? I thought you wanted to see my face."
"Call me Hyung, Yejun-hyung..." Yejun interrupted, stepping closer until his shadow completely swallowed Yeonho.
Yeonho remained silent.
"Say it," Yejun demanded, smirking down at him. "Say my name."
"…Yejun-hyung."
"That's right. Call me just like that."
Yejun leaned down, closing the space between them.
Yeonho's thick, golden lashes fluttered nervously at the shrinking distance while Yejun's fingers hovered over the silk straps of his mask.
Sitting perfectly still, Yeonho let him do exactly what he intended to do.
Untying the knot, Yejun slowly pulled the masquerade mask away.
The face that had haunted his dreams and ruined his sleep for years was finally exposed right in front of him.
Yejun's grin widened into something feral. His eyes bulging like a maniac as he stared down at the doll-like features before him.
"Choi Yeonho." Yejun breathed, his voice rasping with pure delusion. "I knew it was you…Haa.. I missed you. You have no idea how many times I jerked off to your face. Fuck."
Yeonho gulped nervously, shifting backward on the bed.
"You… I remember you… You're one of them."
The raw terror on Yeonho's face only stoked Yejun's lust.
"Ah. I missed that scared look on your face."
Yejun chuckled darkly, his fingers twitching with the urge to tear into Yeonho. But he forced himself to hold back—he didn't want to scare off his precious doll the moment he'd finally found him after years.
"Where did you go? Shit, I'm hard. Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you."
"B-But… you—"
"I paid for you because I want to spend time with you." Yejun insisted, his tone dripping with fake gentleness.
"So don't run away, okay?"
Yeonho kept retreating until his back hit the headboard.
Yejun crawled onto the mattress toward him, looking as though he wanted to devour him whole.
"You're… you're not going to hurt me?"
"No."
Yejun whispered, his eyes scanning every inch of Yeonho's porcelain face. "Just let me feel your skin, baby. I miss you so much that I'm holding back pretty fucking well right now."
Yejun was going to lose his goddamn mind if he didn't touch Yeonho's face this second.
Ever since the scandal, he had never forgotten how Yeonho whimpered under him, how broken and miserable Yeonho looked as he was being destroyed.
He was so beautiful.
The obsession had rotted Yejun's mind to the point where he could only sleep with blonde women.
Every time he lost himself in sex, he tried to picture Yeonho's ecstatic, ruined face.
But fake substitutes were never enough to satisfy his sick cravings.
Never enough to calm down.
He had even attempted to approach Hana because she shared his face, but he quickly backed off with regret and disappoinment.
Hana lacked the delicate, striking charm that made Yeonho unique.
Yejun wanted someone he could break, control, and toy with.
He wanted Yeonho.
Now that the real thing was right beneath him, Yejun wanted nothing more than to slam Yeonho into the mattress and make him cry his eyes out.
But he forced himself not to rush, terrified Yeonho might vanish again.
As Yejun remained lost in his own twisted fantasy, staring hungrily, Yeonho's expression suddenly changed.
The helpless, terrified little doll vanished in an instant, replaced by a villainous, chilling smile.
"Kim Yejun."
Yejun froze at the sudden shift in demeanor.
"You… You know my name? How—"
Reaching out, Yeonho grabbed the loose silk of Yejun's necktie, yanking him down until their faces were inches apart. He leaned into his ear and whispered in a sweet, venomous melody:
"Of course I know, you fucking bastard. How could I forget one of my rapists?"
THUD.
The lock gave way as the door burst open. Yejun whipped his head around, staring in shock at a towering wall of a man who looked like he snapped necks for a living.
"Carl," Yeonho commanded softly. "Get him."
"Yes, mistress," Carl bowed, marching relentlessly toward the bed.
Intimidated by Carl's massive frame, Yejun scrambled backward across the bed.
"Fuck! What the hell is this?! Get the fuck away from me!"
Carl's thick, hands clamped around Yejun's wrists. He twisted both arms behind Yejun's back with brutal force, slamming his face hard into the mattress.
Yeonho simply sat back, watching Carl handle Yejun, who was thrashing and spewing curses nonstop.
"Fuck! You fucking thug! Don't you know who the fuck I am?! Yeonho! Tell him to let me go right now! Let go! You fucking son of a bitch, I'll fucking kill you! FUCK!!!"
Yeonho rolled his eyes, utterly exasperated by the loud, pathetic noise.
Just then, two more figures stepped into the room.
"We're in," Nabi said, carrying a heavy bag over her shoulder. "A bit late, but we got inside fine."
Nabi and Hyunbae walked across the room while Yejun thrashed wildly against Carl's grip, completely losing his mind.
Sending them the address earlier had paid off. They had slipped in through the back service entrance as planned. During his earlier walk through the club, Yeonho had mapped out every entry and exit point—no one suspected a performer in costume moving around the staff areas.
"How did you get in?" Yeonho asked, leaning casually against the edge of the bed.
"Well," Nabi shrugged, "we ran into a couple of janitors having a smoke break in the back alley."
"And?"
"We pretended we needed medical help from leaving the club. Then Hyunbae chopped their necks to the ground and dragged them into the supply closet."
Yeonho snorted at the explanation. It was almost hilarious how easily they had slipped past security.
Dismissing them, he turned his attention back to Yejun, his eyes gleaming like a child waiting to break a new toy.
"Carl, sit him up. Make him face me."
Carl nodded, dragging the struggling Yejun up by his collar and shoving him into a sitting position on the edge of the bed.
"What the fuck do you want?!"
Yeonho merely giggled. The arrogant bastard's pride was still flaring, but beneath it, the raw terror in his eyes was impossible to hide.
Truthfully, the second Yeonho had recognized Yejun on the VIP floor earlier, panic had threatened to paralyze him.
Flashbacks of being assaulted by those men, had flashed behind his eyes.
But he had fought tooth and nail to keep himself composed.
Fought with everything he had to stay grounded.
He wasn't going to let one of the bastards who ruined his life watch him crumble again.
Watching Yejun scream and struggle helplessly now was so satisfying it almost made Yeonho break character.
"Fuck! Let go of me! " Yejun growled, straining against Carl's grip.
"Just what the fuck do you want?!"
"You," Yeonho murmured softly. "I want you."
Yejun's thrashing ground to a sudden halt. "What?"
"I said, I want you."
Like a desperate fool eager to fall for the oldest trick in the book, Yejun's ego flared right back up. "Me? You want me?"
Yeonho nodded, smiling so sweetly and purely that even Nabi and Hyunbae felt a wave of discomfort settle over the room.
Letting out a breathy scoff, Yejun smirked. "Are you serious?"
"Mhm. I want you, Hyung."
"Then tell this brute to let me go," Yejun gestured with his chin toward Carl behind him.
"You heard him. Let him go, Carl."
"But mistress—"
"Let him go, Carl. Yejun-hyung said he won't hurt me. Right?"
Yeonho leaned in close, trailing his fingers down Yejun's arm in a slow, affectionate touch.
Caught entirely off guard, Yejun shook his head quickly, his body relaxing into the touch. "Yeah... that's right."
"Go on, Carl. You can let him go now."
Skeptical, Carl reluctantly unclasped his grip, stepping back while keeping a deadly eye on him.
Using his index finger, Yeonho tilted Yejun's chin up, staring straight into his eyes.
"Do you want to stay with me? I know how much you like me."
"Don't play games with me," Yejun muttered, though his smirk betrayed him. "Who wouldn't want—"
"I'm giving you a chance if you want to be with me, Yejun-Hyung," Yeonho whispered, his thumb lightly stroking Yejun's cheekbone.
"Don't you want to be in a relationship with me?"
Silence fell over the room. Yejun stared at him, his mind racing. He looked at the strange, dangerous people standing around the room and knew this was a trap.
Yet, the memory of how desperately he had craved Yeonho for years clouded his judgment.
He couldn't bear the thought of letting Yeonho disappear from his life a second time.
Overwhelmed by his own sickness, Yejun made a reckless decision.
"So? What's your answer? I'll be so happy if you agree."
"I'll play along with you," Yejun said, his voice dripping with possessiveness.
"As long as you're mine."
Yeonho beamed, his face lighting up as if he had just been handed the world.
He threw his arms around Yejun's neck, hugging him tight as though everything were completely normal.
"I'm so happy, Yejun-hyung."
Utterly blinded by the poison in front of him, Yejun wrapped his arms around Yeonho's waist, pulling him flush against his chest.
"Seriously. You should have told me from the start that you wanted me, baby. Fuck, I missed you so much," Yejun muttered, burying his face in Yeonho's neck and inhaling his scent.
"Yeah, I'm so happy, Yejun-hyung."
"Yeah? You're that happy?" Yejun pressed aggressive kisses into Yeonho's neck, leaving dark red marks on his skin.
"Mhm," Yeonho whispered sweetly, his voice dropping into a deadly whisper.
"I'm so happy I want to fucking kill you."
"What?"
Yeonho stab a syringe straight into the side of Yejun's neck, driving the needle all the way in before depressing the plunger.
"Ack… fuck! What did you… do?!"
Yejun's vision blurred instantly.
Yeonho shoved him backward onto the bed with a cold smile.
"Who would ever want a rapist like you? Disgusting asshole."
Yeonho tossed the empty glass syringe onto the floor, watching indifferently as blood began to trickle from Yejun's nose.
"Well, isn't this dejavu. I remember how you did the same thing before."
"Ugk... S..save me.."
Yejun's skin turned a sickly, pale grey in seconds.
"You're dying right now, Yejun-hyung. Any second now, you're going to suffer a full seizure and foam at the mouth."
"Why...?" Yejun choked out, his chest heaving violently. "Agh... I thought... you wanted me..."
"Oh, I do want you," Yeonho replied cheerfully. "Just not the way your delusional mind imagined. So here's how this works."
Yeonho snapped his fingers toward Nabi. She stepped forward immediately, handing him a second syringe filled with a different colored fluid.
"The first shot was a concentrated, neurotoxic poison," Yeonho explained, tilting his head with a sweet, psychotic smile as he held up the second vial.
"And this right here is the cure. If you want to live, you're going to obey every single command I give you. Do that, and I might just decide to forgive you."
Yejun coughed violently, blood spraying across his chin.
"You… ordering me…? I'd rather die than listen to… you! GACK!"
Convulsing on the bed, Yejun doubled over as blood fountain-spilled from his mouth and nose, splattering all over his clothes and the sheets. He clutched his chest, his lungs locking up as he struggled to draw in a single breath.
"Oh no, Yejun-hyung is dying, guys," Yeonho gasped sarcastically, turning to look over his shoulder at Nabi, Hyunbae, and Carl. "One of my rapists is dying right in front of me! What should I do? Anyone got an idea?"
Pouting cutely like a spoiled child, Yeonho turned back to the writhing man on the bed.
"Are you sure you want to die? I'm giving you a chance to stay by my side. You just have to obey like the dirty, obedient dog you are."
Yejun's throat constricted completely, suffocating him as his lungs shut down. He couldn't speak a word.
"Tsk. Stop making me wait, or you'll actually die."
Five agonizing seconds ticked by.
Meeting his absolute end, Yejun's pride shattered into pieces. With the last reserve of his failing strength, his bloody, trembling hand reached out blindly, and desperately grabbing around Yeonho's leg.
"I… I'm s..sorry… I like you… don't let… me die… " Yejun wheezed out, tears mixing with the blood on his cheeks. "I'll do anything you want… just let me stay by your side… Yeonho…"
Yejun's head collapsed onto the mattress, his muscles stiffening up as his strength vanished.
Having finally gotten the pathetic submission he wanted, Yeonho plunged the second syringe straight into Yejun's nape, driving the antidote into his system.
He grabbed a fistful of Yejun's blonde hair, yanking his head back to keep his airway open.
Yeonho stared silently into Yejun's pale face, waiting for the antidote to take effect.
"Is he dead?" Yeonho asked softly.
"I don't know, mistress," Carl replied, stepping closer to press two thick fingers against Yejun's jugular. "Let's wait a moment."
'If this bastard dies, I don't give a shit,' Yeonho thought to himself, his blue eyes cold and detached.
'Cleaning up his corpse would just be a pain in the ass—I'd have to call Mr. Han. But he's still useful..."
Yeonho fought down the urge to let the rapist bleed out on the bed.
Kim Yejun wasn't just anyone. His wife was a high-ranking political official, and their marriage was an arranged political alliance.
She had fallen for him years ago, but Yejun's endless womanizing, trash behavior, and financial drain had turned her love into pure hatred—especially after a different scandal.
'I'll wait and see,' Yeonho mused, a cruel smile returning to his lips.
'If he dies, he dies. I'll make a new plan. But if he survives…'
Yeonho leaned down, digging his nails into Yejun's cheek.
'I'm going to use you, Kim Yejun.'
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