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Intercepted

As Beomgyu laid there speechless, he heard a shuffle of feet that were neither his or Yeonjun's. The footsteps came behind Yeonjun, and within a second, he was knocked out cold by someone shoving their gun into the crook of his neck. "Let's go." The man said, grabbing Beomgyu's arm and pulling him out into the corridor.

"Where?" Beomgyu asked, wandering in the dark.
"Back to your home." Beomgyu felt a ringing in his ears as they reached the front door; the door opened with ease. He felt the muggy air greet his cheeks, the moonlight shining down on the enormous black van outside. "How did you get inside?" Beomgyu asked as he was instructed to sit inside the truck. "It was simple; this guy doesn't have much security." The man dressed in all black replied. He had black clothes head to toe; even his face was covered, he had a scar right below his eyebrow that seemed deep and recent.

"Don't worry; you're safe now." The Man says as Beomgyu looked out the window as the car pulled away. He felt a part of him pulling back as if he wanted to roll out of the car and run back inside, but he didn't. Yeonjun woke up after an hour of being knocked out cold; he held the side of his neck, feeling the pain instantly.

"What happened? Ah." He closed his eyes tightly, remembering. His vision was blurry, and he sat on the bed, trying to regain his consciousness. 'They took him that easy?' He felt his hand ball into a fist; he thought he was too weak. He should have implemented more robust security. 'I'll get you back, and once I do, no one will take you.'

"My son, I'm sorry it took so long. Are you okay? are you hurt?" His father hurried to his side, gripping his arms to check if he's hurt. "I'm fine," Beomgyu says, grinning; his father hugs him tightly.
"You're safe now; I'll make sure this place is locked down every inch!" He says, caressing his back as he pulled away. "Are you hungry? We have leftovers." His father guided him to the dining room; the food was left there as if it was prepared just for him to come back.
"I missed this food." Beomgyu sighed merrily as he filled his stomach. The food hit father made absolutely couldn't be beaten. It had an impression that made him feel safe, a sense of home.

"I'm glad you're back; he didn't hurt you any, did he?" He says, sitting in the chair across from Beomgyu.
"No, but he is odd," Beomgyu says, drinking the grape juice. "My poor Beomgyu, what did he do to you?"
"He kissed me." His father nearly spits out his water by hearing those words.
"He? He kissed you?! My son?!" His father dabbed his mouth with widened eyes. "It's true, sir, when we knocked him out, he was doing so at the moment." The man in black spoke from the corner. "My poor son, I'm so sorry. It would help if you were so scared. He didn't do anything else, did he?!" His father caressed him. "No, I'm fine."
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Yeonjun sat that night at his desk, scraping it with a knife back and forth across the wood. 'He thinks he can pull shoddy moves? I have moved too that I'm just itching to do.'
He dropped the knife on the table and walked over to the window. He opened it needing to breathe the cold night air. For some reason, he wished Beomgyu slept well that night.

Beomgyu felt pleased to be home, but he felt a slight displacement. Maybe he grew too fond of the strange antics Yeonjun did. It was a source of entertainment that he wouldn't have now. He walked over to his window and looked out. There he saw someone no other than Yeonjun gazing back up at him as if he could see his eyes from a distance below.

Yeonjun snatched his jacket and scrambled out the door without informing anyone of his whereabouts. He jogged down the road, not minding to drive nor take a car. He ran in the moonlight, the stars coming out one by one as he grew closer toward the mansion. He bent over, placing his palms over his knees, catching his breath, and looked up at the window. There he was, standing looking outside his direction. Beomgyu could feel the intense eyes as if trying to read his soul. Yeonjun tilts his head strangely while just standing there still. Beomgyu felt uneasy as he stared down. Yeonjun held up his hand, waving it side to side slowly.

Beomgyu stood there, not reacting at all; he was perplexed about why he was there and what he was doing. Yeonjun lowered his hand slowly and walked away from the estate. Beomgyu closed his curtains and threw himself back on his bed wondering just exactly he got himself into. The bed felt unfamiliar to him as well as his home.

Beomgyu slept soundly that night, the blankets up to his chin. His father slept at ease, knowing his son was back in his hands safely and away from that weird man.
Yeonjun returned to his home and immediately went upstairs and ignored the welcomes from his butler. He opened the door to his bedroom, standing at the door, seeming to recall his memories. He got so use to sleeping with someone by his side lately. He walked toward the bed and ran his fingers along with the sheets. It was cold once again and for how long? He didn't know.

Beomgyu was awakened by the sound of an alarm clock beside his bed; he knew his father likely set it for a reason. He decided to force himself to wake up and changed into clothes for the day.He walked down the stairs, running his fingers across the rails. "Good Morning, Beomgyu. Sorry, I had to wake you early, but today we're going to visit Yeonjun." His father spoke, standing at the bottom of the stairs. "Why are we visiting him?"
"I'm going to interrogate him of a few things."

Yeonjun stared at the television on his wall, the same boring show he watched for hours played. He felt exhausted not having someone around to play with; he missed Beomgyu as much as he didn't want to confess. He placed his head in his hands, appearing to sulk there as if anyone was there to notice.

"What're we asking him?" Beomgyu asked on the car ride. "Wait and see. I'm going to change things up a bit." His father smirked, the plan going on inside his head.  The doorbell rang, and immediately, Yeonjun shot up. He quickly rushed to the door before the butler was given a chance. "I'll open it." He says, placing his hand on the doorknob; the butler nodded but stood in his place. He slowly opened the door, and the first person his eyes saw was Beomgyu, followed by his dad beside him. He mentally rolled his eyes, seeing his dad.

"Hello, Yeonjun. Are you going to let us in?" The Dad spoke with a smile. It made Yeonjun feel uneasy, but he agreed to allow it; he slowly opened the door, fully letting them walk inside."What brings you here?" Yeonjun asked, sitting down; the two sat across from his desk."I have a few things to ask you." Beomgyu's father says, sitting up straight; he rubbed his sweaty palms against his knees. "What is it?" Yeonjun says, leaning back in his chair; he seemed too relaxed. "What is it you want from me exactly?"
"What I want? Do you want to answer for now or before?" Yeonjun asked, leaning forward again with his elbows beside his sides. "What do you want so that you leave my son alone?"

"The issue is, the thing I prefer is precisely that."