I N U R E

Wants and Needs

Yeonjun glanced with a smirk across his face. Beomgyu's mouth laid narrowly opened; his father looked taken back by this explanation. "What do you mean you want my son? For what?" He says, referring to Beomgyu. "It's precisly, as I said."
"Yeonjun, I can't provide you that. If you want anything from my company, I can reimburse you but not my son." His father says with fierce eyes.
"Looks like we have no deal? Don't worry, Beomgyu. I'll get you again." Yeonjun winked toward him, Beomgyu cleared his throat. "That's not happening." His dad spoke with his eyes glaring.

"I'm just teasing; why would I want your son? he's not alluring at all, and besides, he's rude." Yeonjun laughed out loud, hitting the desk. Beomgyu felt the heavy breathe he was holding release, and he held his gaze down toward the floor.

"Right. Can we be serious now? What is it you want?" His father says with furrowed eyes. "Half of your company shares sounds about right." He says, looking at his fingers. "Half? Are you crazy? I have employees to compensate!"
"Then drop some employees and problem solved."
"I can't just fire innocent hard workers for your selfishness." He says with his fist balled up." So then I guess I have to settle with your unpleasing son. I understand why you hid him for so long now." Yeonjun says, and Beomgyu felt his eye twitch at his harsh words. He was pretending he didn't try to kiss him a few days ago.

"Yeonjun, I don't mean to be rude here, but the things you're saying about my son can't be true as I heard you kissed him." His dad says with eyes like as to say, 'I caught you.'
Yeonjun felt the intimidation coming from him and laughed it off. "That? That was a front. I didn't mean that seriously; it was to earn his trust. I can't imagine him or anyone of you thought I would do such a thing." Yeonjun says, looking between the two. "Ah really, It was so hard for me. Don't you feel you should give me half of the shares since I went through the hell of kissing your son?" Yeonjun ran his hands on the desk, thumping his fingers in a steady beat.

"No one begged you to," Beomgyu piped up from his shadow.
"But you wished for me too. Do you think I didn't notice your eyes? You're crazy yearning to kiss someone that abducted you." Yeonjun cackled; the laughter made Beomgyu feverish. "Yeonjun, let's handle this like accountable adults. I will give you 25% of the shares and leave my son alone and me." Beomgyu's father spoke, looking genuine.

"25?% What about 25% and ownership of your island?"
"My private island? I don't use it, but if you insist so, fine." His dad sighed; his island is a gift given to him by his colleague for many years. "That island was given as a gift; it's wrong to give it away," Beomgyu spoke up, and Yeonjun cut his eyes. "You have no say."
"I'll handle this." Beomgyu's dad says, patting his shoulder.

"If giving you the island and the shares will make you leave me alone and my family, then I will do it today." He says, giving in.
"Good, bring the papers tomorrow." Yeonjun smiled as he won the debate. "We'll be going now; I'll bring you the papers tomorrow." Beomgyu's father stood up from the chair. Beomgyu sat there for a second before realizing his Dad was at the door now, "Are you staying?" Yeonjun giggled.

Beomgyu didn't answer. Instead, he just stared at Yeojun; it made Yeonjun feel a spine chill. The way his eyes cut into him at the moment was cold as ice; he felt as if he was going to have hypothermia any moment now.

"Can you give us a minute? It seems Beomgyu here has a dilemma with me still," Yeonjun asked; Beomgyu's father glanced between the two. "Beomgyu, is it okay?"
"Wait for me downstairs," Beomgyu says, not taking his eyes away from Yeonjun. Beomgyu's father closed the door as he walked out; he walked down the stairs confused about what just happened. "What's your problem?" Beomgyu asked, his scowl sticking.

"My issue? Do my words hurt you?" Yeonjun says, leaning back in his chair, his hands behind his neck. "Not talking? Did I hurt your feelings? Ah, you liked me? How strange." Yeonjun sighed. "Sorry, I could never like you. You should realize now." Yeonjun added. Beomgyu fights the instinct to flip the old desk over on him, but he regulates his resentment.