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Yeonjun cackled, shaking his head at the scene that just transpired. He knew he had his son in his grasp now. He wouldn't give up so easily, still.  "Who was that? Was it my father?" Beomgyu says, strolling toward Yeonjun.
"And if it was?" He announces with his knuckle against his lip.
"It was. Let me go!" Beomgyu raised his voice.
"I'm advising you, don't push me." Yeonjun wandered past him; the atmosphere felt cold and made Beomgyu shudder.

"I'm going home," Beomgyu announces, roaming toward the door; Yeonjun's head snapped back toward that way seeing Beomgyu head toward the door. He caught up with him in less than a few seconds and positioned himself in front of Beomgyu, his back against the door.  "You're not taking off anywhere." He says with a mincing smile.  "Move," Beomgyu says with a bitter voice, his eyes glaring hard into his.

"Or what?" Yeonjun laughed, looking down and back up.
Yeonjun snatched Beomgyu's arm and yanked him so that now he's the one with the back against the door, and it was so fast the air nearly was stricken out of him. 
"I told you, you're not getting out of here." He whispered to him in his ear.  "Do you have to be so near? And now you're muttering in my ear like some man in an alleyway?" Beomgyu says with a disgusted face. Yeonjun let go of Beomgyu's arm and took a step back with his hands on his hips again, and one arm was pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Do you have to say stuff like that? I'm not some pervert." Yeonjun sighed loudly.  "Then stop behaving like you are; you're too close to me for liking only women." He pushes him even further, and he wanted to make him furious.

"Don't push me," Yeonjun says and slowly pulled Beomgyu away from the door and impeded it with his body now.
"Go upstairs, and I don't want you near this door anymore." He ordered, and Beomgyu slowly walked up the stairs; Yeonjun never took his eyes off him.  He felt a weird sensation fill his chest earlier. Yeonjun can't say he didn't enjoy the little banter that was going on with them. It made things exhilarating how they argued, but he didn't want to let his guard down.

He liked how he argued back with him, and no one ever was tempted to do that. It was an odd, distinct feeling. One he seemed to enjoy.  He let go of the breathe he was holding. He stepped away from the door and went upstairs to see where Beomgyu went. Beomgyu walked inside the room. He reached inside the drawer to feel for a needle. His finger unexpectedly hit a sharp point, had a small prick from it, and began to bleed a little. He shut the drawer as he heard footsteps reaching; Yeonjun pushed the door open, roaming inside.

"What're you doing?" Yeonjun asked Beomgyu, who held his finger behind his back, and he pinched it to stop the blood flow. "What're you hiding?" He asked, stepping closer.
"Nothing." He said, quickly opening his hands in front of him and withdrawing them back after thinking he wouldn't see the blood.

"Why is your finger red? Are you bleeding?" He says.
"No." Beomgyu protected his hand behind his back.
"You're lying." Yeonjun stepped closer to him, and Beomgyu walked back with each step until his knees reached the bed, and he sat down, his hand behind his back still.  He peered up at Yeonjun, who was looking down at him.  "You even look guilty; show me your hands." He stressed, but Beomgyu didn't budge.

"You're not going to?" Yeonjun opened the drawer but ended up pricking his finger as well; he gasped, pulling his hand back. A red liquid dripped down his finger.  "Is this what you did too?" He asked. Beomgyu slowly nodded, looking at Yeonjun's finger bleeding a little; Yeonjun walked to the bathroom and retrieved two bandaids.

He first put one on his finger, and Beomgyu watched as he opened the second one. "Give me yours." He kneeled and extended his hand out, waiting. Beomgyu didn't budge, "Are you not going to? I want to put the bandaid." Yeonjun says, getting frustrated again. "I don't need it.." Beomgyu says, looking away.