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Yeonjun and Karina arrived at his luxurious home, the air thick with tension. Karina was leaning into Yeonjun, her lips nearly brushing his, when his phone rang sharply. The interruption caused Yeonjun to groan in frustration, pulling away to answer the call.
“What is it?” he snapped, clearly annoyed by the disturbance.
His father’s voice, stern and commanding, came through the speaker. “Yeonjun, listen carefully. You’re marrying Beomgyu. No more discussions.”
The words hit Yeonjun like a punch to the gut. His blood boiled as he shot out of his seat, his face contorted with disbelief. “THAT ANKLET GAY BITCH?! I’M NOT GAY! WHY WOULD I MARRY HIM?! EW, NO!” His voice rose, filled with disgust. Karina, startled by his violent reaction, took a step back, her eyes wide with fear.
“I don’t care how you feel,” his father continued coldly. “Beomgyu will live with you starting today. It’s already been arranged.”
Yeonjun could hardly believe what he was hearing. His hands shook with rage as he clenched his phone. “What the hell, Dad?! You can’t make me—” But the line went dead, leaving Yeonjun standing there, seething. He threw the phone onto the couch with a loud curse, his breath ragged.
Karina, unnerved by Yeonjun’s outburst, fumbled with her purse. “I... I’ll go,” she said, her voice shaky. “You seem really upset.”
Without waiting for a response, she hurried out the door, leaving Yeonjun alone with his thoughts. The silence of the house only fueled his anger. He paced back and forth, running his hands through his hair.
Marry that freak? That disgusting, anklet-wearing loser? The thought revolted him, but then an idea twisted in his mind. Fine. I’ll marry him, but I’ll make his life hell. I’ll make him regret ever being born. He’ll be nothing but my slave.
A cruel smile curled on Yeonjun’s lips as the plan formed. He’ll do all the work around the house. He’ll clean, cook, do my homework, and pay for everything he uses. He laughed to himself, already imagining the misery he would inflict on Beomgyu.
With his twisted plan in mind, Yeonjun grabbed his keys and left the house, driving towards Beomgyu’s family home. When he arrived, he knocked on the door, his expression cold and unforgiving. The door swung open, revealing Mr. Choi, Beomgyu’s father.
“Oh, you must be Choi Yeonjun,” Mr. Choi greeted him with a polite smile. “Beomgyu is almost ready. Give him a moment.” He turned toward the staircase and yelled, “BEOMGYU, COME HERE NOW!”
The faint sound of an anklet jingling echoed from upstairs. Beomgyu slowly descended the stairs, dragging his suitcase behind him. He was dressed in an oversized hoodie that nearly swallowed his small frame and a pair of shorts so short they were barely visible. The soft chime of his anklet rang out with each step he took.
Yeonjun’s lip curled in disgust as he spotted the anklet, and his eyes narrowed at the sight of the delicate butterfly charm attached to it. How can he wear something so ridiculous? he thought bitterly.
Before they could leave, Soobin stepped forward, his eyes locked on Yeonjun. “Can I speak with Yeonjun alone for a moment?” he asked, his tone hard.
Yeonjun rolled his eyes but followed Soobin to the side, clearly unimpressed. Soobin’s face was serious, his voice low and threatening. “Listen to me, Yeonjun. If you hurt my Gyu, if you so much as make him cry, you’ll regret it.”
Yeonjun smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh no, I’m so scared,” he mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “The anklet gay hyung is going to kill me, huh? Please. I’ll do whatever I want with him.”
Soobin’s eyes darkened, but he knew he had no real power over the situation. Still, the warning was clear, and as much as Yeonjun wanted to ignore it, he couldn’t shake the feeling of Soobin’s eyes on his back.
Yeonjun turned back to Beomgyu, who stood awkwardly by the door, clutching the handle of his suitcase. Without a word, Yeonjun grabbed the suitcase roughly and shoved it into the trunk of his car.
“Get in,” Yeonjun ordered, his tone sharp and cold.
Beomgyu obediently climbed into the passenger seat, his heart pounding with fear. He didn’t know what to expect, but Yeonjun’s cold demeanor terrified him. As soon as they were on the road, Yeonjun wasted no time setting the rules.
“There are rules, and you’re going to follow them,” Yeonjun said, his voice firm. “You’re going to work for me. Clean the house, do my homework, and pay for anything you use. If you want food, you pay for it. If you want clothes, you pay for them.”
Beomgyu’s eyes widened in shock, his voice trembling. “What... why? Why do I have to—”
Yeonjun cut him off sharply. “Because you’re living under my roof now, and that’s how things are going to work. You have no say in it.”
Tears welled up in Beomgyu’s eyes as he tried to process what Yeonjun was saying. “But... I don’t have that kind of money,” he whispered, his voice breaking.
“Figure it out,” Yeonjun snapped. “And take off that stupid anklet. I don’t want to see it.”
Beomgyu instinctively touched the anklet, his fingers brushing over the butterfly charm. “No... my mom gave it to me. I like it. It... it has a butterfly on it,” he said softly, tears slipping down his cheeks.
Yeonjun’s face twisted with disgust. “It’s annoying. Every time you walk, it goes ding ding ding.” He raised his voice, startling Beomgyu. “Take it off.”
Beomgyu shook his head, sobbing quietly. “No... I won’t take it off.”
Yeonjun clenched his jaw, clearly frustrated, but he let it go for the moment. “Fine. But you’ll regret that decision too.”
They drove in silence for a while, Beomgyu’s quiet sobs filling the car. Yeonjun’s anger simmered beneath the surface, but he was already planning how to break Beomgyu’s spirit.
“And another thing,” Yeonjun said as they neared his house. “You’ll wear the outfit I bought for you—a maid’s dress. And if you ever wear anything underneath it, you’re dead. Got it?”
Beomgyu’s heart sank even further. He didn’t even try to argue, knowing it was pointless. He simply nodded, tears still streaming down his face.
“Good,” Yeonjun said with a cruel smile. “Welcome to your new life, Beomgyu. I hope you’re ready for it.”
Beomgyu wiped at his tears, his chest tight with fear and sadness. He had no idea what awaited him in Yeonjun’s house, but he knew one thing—it wasn’t going to be good.
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ANKLET - YEONGYU - Force Marriage
RomanceForced into an unwanted marriage by his father, 18-year-old Beomgyu struggles to embrace his identity in a world that rejects him. He finds comfort in an anklet given to him by his late mother, but his defiance of societal norms only fuels the resen...
