ANKLET - YEONGYU - Force Marriage

2 - Anklet

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Beomgyu and Soobin arrived home, the atmosphere feeling heavy. Their father was waiting for them in the living room, his stern expression setting the tone. The moment they walked in, he addressed Beomgyu. "Beomgyu, I need to talk with you. Sit down. Now."

Beomgyu exchanged a worried glance with Soobin, sensing something serious. Before either of them could say anything, their father turned to Soobin. "Soobin, you have a photoshoot today. Go now."

Soobin hesitated, his gaze still on Beomgyu, concerned. "But, Dad—"

"I said go, Soobin," their father cut in, leaving no room for debate.

With a heavy sigh, Soobin placed a reassuring hand on Beomgyu's shoulder. "It’ll be okay, Gyu. I'll be back soon."

Beomgyu watched helplessly as his brother left, leaving him alone with their father. He felt a growing sense of dread, his heart beating faster. "What... what is it?" he asked softly, not sure he wanted to know the answer.

Their father’s expression hardened. "You are going to marry into the Choi family," he stated flatly, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

Beomgyu blinked, not understanding at first. "What? What do you mean?"

"You will marry Choi Yeonjun," his father repeated, his tone leaving no room for discussion.

Beomgyu's stomach dropped. His eyes widened in shock. "Yeonjun? No! Not Yeonjun! Dad, I hate him!" Panic began to rise in his chest. "You can’t make me marry him!"

His father’s gaze grew colder. "I’m not asking, Beomgyu. This has already been decided. You will marry him."

Tears welled up in Beomgyu’s eyes, his voice breaking. "But he bullies me, Dad! Every day! How can you do this to me?"

"Enough!" his father’s voice thundered. "You will not disgrace this family. You are already a disappointment. Do not make it worse. Go to your room and pack your things. You’ll be living with Yeonjun from now on."

Beomgyu’s heart shattered. Tears streamed down his face as he ran upstairs, his father’s harsh words echoing in his mind. He slammed the door to his room and collapsed on his bed, sobbing uncontrollably. The thought of living with Yeonjun—the boy who made his life a nightmare—was unbearable.

In his desperation, Beomgyu grabbed his phone and dialed the only person who could make him feel safe. "Hyung…," Beomgyu’s voice trembled, barely able to speak through his sobs.

"Beomgyu? What’s wrong?" Soobin’s worried voice came through the line.

"Dad… he’s forcing me to marry Yeonjun!" Beomgyu cried, his whole body shaking. "I can’t… I hate him! I can’t live with him, Soobin!"

There was silence for a moment before Soobin replied, his voice firm. "I’m on my way, Gyu. Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon."

Beomgyu clung to the phone, waiting for Soobin. The minutes felt like hours, his chest tight with fear. After about twenty minutes, Soobin burst into the room, immediately wrapping Beomgyu in a tight hug.

"It’s going to be okay, Gyu. I’m here," Soobin whispered, gently stroking Beomgyu’s hair as he sobbed into his brother’s chest. "I’ll help you pack. We’ll get through this together."

Beomgyu nodded weakly, still overwhelmed with emotion. "Thank you, Hyung... I don’t know what I’d do without you."

Soobin gave him a small, reassuring smile. "You don’t have to worry about that. You’ll always have me, Gyu."

With that, they began packing Beomgyu’s things, starting with his favorite girly outfits. Beomgyu's hands trembled as he folded his clothes, tears still falling down his cheeks. Soobin worked quietly beside him, packing his other belongings into a suitcase, trying to keep the mood light despite the weight of the situation.

After a while, Beomgyu’s exhaustion caught up with him. His eyes drooped, and he yawned, too emotionally drained to stay awake. "I... I’m so tired, Hyung," he whispered, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Soobin smiled softly and helped Beomgyu into bed, tucking him in. "Get some rest, Gyu. I’ll finish packing for you."

Beomgyu fell asleep almost immediately, his tears staining the pillow. Soobin watched over him for a moment, his heart breaking for his little brother. He knew how hard this was for Beomgyu, and he hated that there was nothing more he could do to protect him from their father’s decision.

As Beomgyu slept, Soobin quietly slipped downstairs to the kitchen. He knew his brother hadn’t eaten all day, and it was no wonder why he was so thin. Soobin quickly made a bowl of mushroom soup and sliced some bread, placing it all on a tray. He returned to Beomgyu’s room, setting the tray on the desk.

"Gyu, wake up," Soobin whispered, gently shaking his shoulder.

Beomgyu stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Hyung?" he mumbled groggily.

"You need to eat something," Soobin said softly, helping him sit up. "I brought you soup and bread."

Beomgyu rubbed his eyes and nodded, still feeling tired but grateful. He picked up the spoon and took a small bite of the soup, feeling the warmth spread through his body.

"Thanks, Hyung," Beomgyu whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Soobin smiled gently, sitting beside him. "Of course, Gyu. Always."

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