𝑣𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑦 || 𝖻𝖾𝗈𝗆𝗃𝗎𝗇 ✗

09. || 𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍.

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Beomgyu had stayed overnight at Yeonjun's place, watching over the boy all night to make sure his fever wasn't getting worse. In the morning, he woke up before Yeonjun, looking over the boy's sleeping form carefully. He noted that the boy's fever from last night was gone, but he still looked pretty weak and groggy.

He got out of bed, stretching his muscles as he walked over to Yeonjun's bedside. He observed the boy for a moment, noticing how the boy's long eyelashes were fanned out against his cheeks, his long hair falling into his eyes.
"Hey, princess." He said softly, reaching out to gently run his fingers through the boy's hair, trying to wake him up.

Yeonjun's eyes fluttered open, letting out a quiet whine as he shuffled around a bit.
"I want to sleep.."
Beomgyu chuckled at the boy's whines, his fingers still running through the boy's hair.
"I know you do, princess, but you've been sleeping for hours. I need to get some food and water in you." He continued to run his fingers through the boy's hair, his tone soft but commanding.

"Come on, pretty boy, get up."
"No I don't want to.." Yeonjun muttered, closing his eyes again before turning away from him.
Beomgyu's expression hardened at the boy's bratty response, his fingers tightening their grip in the boy's hair.

"Stop being a brat, princess. You're going to get up and eat something, even if I have to force you." He said, his tone firm. He used his grip on the boy's hair to gently turn him back around to face him. His eyes scanned over the boy's face, his gaze lingering on his features for a moment before speaking again.
"Now, get up."
"But I-"

Beomgyu didn't even let the boy finish his protest, his grip in the boy's hair tightening as he spoke again.
"I said, get up." He leaned down closer to the boy's face, his voice coming out in a low tone.
"Stop being a stubborn little brat, princess. You're going to do as I say. You're mine, remember?"
Yeonjun apologized before getting up, quickly getting away from Beomgyu's grasp as he left downstairs.

Beomgyu watched as the boy got up and walked away, a slight hint of annoyance in his expression. He quickly followed after Yeonjun, his steps quick as he made his way downstairs. He caught up to the boy, grabbing his wrist before he could get too far. He spun the boy around so that they were face-to-face again.
"Where do you think you're going, pretty boy?"
"T-to the kitchen.."

Beomgyu chuckled, his grip on the boy's wrist tightening slightly as he spoke.
"You're not going anywhere without me, princess. You're still too weak to be moving around on your own." He started guiding the boy into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on Yeonjun's face as he spoke again.

"You're going to sit down at the table and wait like a good boy while I make you some food, got it?"
"Y-yes..."
Beomgyu smiled as the boy agreed, satisfied with his obedience. He led Yeonjun over to the kitchen table, gently pushing him into one of the chairs.
"Good boy. Now sit and wait here while I make you something to eat." He said before turning to head into the kitchen. As he started fixing a light meal, his mind wandered to the boy sitting obediently at the table.

He prepared some light breakfast foods, some toast, eggs, and some fruit. As he cooked, he occasionally glanced over to the boy sitting at the table. He couldn't help but admire the way the boy was behaving now, all sweet and obedient. It was a change from usual feisty attitude, but a welcome one. After a few moments, he finished making the food and walked back over to the table. He set the plate of food down in front of the boy before taking a seat across from him.
"Eat."

Beomgyu watched as the boy started poking around at in the food with a fork. With a hint of possessiveness, he spoke again in a firm tone.
"Don't just pick at it. You need to eat all of it." He leaned back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest as he observed the boy carefully. As he scanned over the boy's features, he noted how the boy's skin still looked slightly paler than usual, and there were still dark circles under his eyes from the fever he had last night.