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Beomgyu woke up feeling unusually refreshed, a gentle morning light filtering through the curtains. With a soft smile, he slid out of bed, hoping to find Yeonjun still at home. Heading downstairs, he spotted Yeonjun in the kitchen, humming softly as he worked.
Sneaking up, Beomgyu wrapped his arms around him from behind. “Baby, why aren’t you at the office?” he murmured, resting his chin on Yeonjun’s shoulder.
Yeonjun turned, surprised but smiling, as he patted Beomgyu’s hand. “I took the day off, love. Thought we could spend some time together.”
Beomgyu beamed, his eyes lighting up. “Really? You have no idea how happy that makes me!” Then, his stomach gave a loud rumble. Blushing, he laughed. “Guess I’m starving too.”
Yeonjun chuckled, gently nudging him toward the table. “Go sit down. I’m making breakfast.”
Beomgyu raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You? Cooking breakfast?” His voice was teasing, but his eyes sparkled with amusement. “I thought you only knew how to order takeout.”
Yeonjun put his hand to his chest in mock offense. “What, you don’t think I can cook? Just you wait—I’ve got some hidden skills.”
Rolling his eyes playfully, Beomgyu took a seat at the dining table, watching as Yeonjun prepared the food. A few minutes later, Yeonjun set a plate in front of him—a perfect stack of waffles topped with berries and whipped cream.
“Wow,” Beomgyu said, looking genuinely impressed as he picked up his fork. He took a bite, his eyes widening. “This is actually really good, Yeonjun!”
Yeonjun grinned proudly, settling down across from him. “Told you I had skills.”
Beomgyu continued eating happily, savoring each bite. “Okay, you win this round,” he said between bites. As he finished, he glanced up shyly. “Um… I have a little plan for tonight. In the bedroom.”
Yeonjun arched an eyebrow, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. “Oh? And what kind of plan are we talking about?”
Beomgyu’s cheeks flushed, but he held his gaze confidently. “You’ll just have to wait and see. But, let’s just say… it’s something special.”
Yeonjun chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Beomgyu’s hand. “I’ll be in my office if you need me, love. I’ll try to contain my curiosity until tonight.”
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After breakfast, Beomgyu washed the dishes and headed upstairs, his heart racing with excitement and a touch of nervousness. He opened his closet and found a special piece of lingerie he’d bought a while back—a set with soft bear ears and matching accessories. He held it up, feeling his cheeks warm as he imagined Yeonjun’s reaction. Taking a deep breath, he smiled. “Tonight’s going to be perfect.”
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Later That Night
As evening turned to night, Beomgyu finally slipped into the lingerie set. The fabric was soft, hugging his figure, and he carefully placed the bear ears on his head, looking at himself in the mirror. “Okay, you can do this, Beomgyu,” he whispered, giving himself a pep talk. “Yeonjun’s going to love it.”
He sat on the bed, nervously fiddling with his anklet, which chimed softly each time he moved. Hearing Yeonjun’s footsteps coming down the hall, Beomgyu took a deep breath, sitting up straighter.
Yeonjun entered the room, ready to suggest they head out for a quick dessert, but he stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening at the sight before him. “Babe…” he said, his voice barely above a whisper as he took in Beomgyu’s appearance. “You look… stunning.”
Blushing, Beomgyu tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. “You… you really think so?”
Yeonjun closed the distance between them, gently cupping Beomgyu’s face as he looked into his eyes. “Like it? I love it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone more beautiful.” He brushed a soft kiss over Beomgyu’s forehead, his hand sliding down to pull Beomgyu into his arms.
Beomgyu’s heart fluttered, and he looked up, his eyes full of warmth and adoration. “I wanted to do something special for you.”
Yeonjun smiled, trailing his fingers gently along Beomgyu’s shoulder. “You have no idea how much this means to me, Gyu.” He kissed Beomgyu softly, savoring the moment. “Tonight is all about you.”
As their lips met, Yeonjun’s hand found the back of Beomgyu’s neck, pulling him closer as he deepened the kiss. His touch was tender but filled with passion, and each kiss was matched by Beomgyu’s soft, contented sighs.
Beomgyu’s anklet chimed softly with every shift and movement, a delicate sound that filled the room and made the moment feel even more
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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...
