Hide away

He dumped the expensive jacket into a trash can along with his wrist watch which was suspected to have a tracker. He emptied his almost empty pocket before going off the building into the next building.

He did not know why he did not get stopped but that was the least of his worries. He wanted to find the infirmary. It will be a perfect spot for him to hide and if not, he chose to go to the cafeteria or the library which will most likely be closed at this moment.

He had become a fugitive to the great master Lu. He was not going back or looking back even with the fact that he knew there was no brightness ahead of him.

After walking around to discover that most of the doors were locked and only the restrooms were available, he was forced to go into one of them. He locked himself in one of them and began rethinking his decision.

Tears filled his eyes. he never imagined that one day he will be running for his life as though the world was experiencing an apocalypse. He hated what his life had become.

I had sat down in his room in Korea a month ago thinking about how he was going to live happily ever after with the woman of his dreams. He had smiled and written a few words of encouragement in his journal.

He had barely spent half an hour in the restroom when the door of the restroom was pushed open and he heard quiet footsteps approaching the cubicle he hid in.

He swallowed as tears rolled down his eyes. He pressed his back against the wall and tried as much as could to breathe quietly. He felt a strong urge to give up. It was so going to be better for his mental health to give in, right?

He was already losing his mind and it was painful. It hurt him so much due to the betrayals he was forced to face and the fact that all he had was taken from him by the words and actions of one single man.

He could never have the life he dreamt of even if he escapes successfully. The person who walked in seemed to know he was inside but the person was stalling. As time passed with the awareness that someone was right out his door to take him away, the more he felt like he was losing his mind.

He groaned and moved from the wall and opened the door with shaky hands after mopping his face dry. The master of the house himself was standing outside in front of the mirror washing his hands freely.

"That was a very bad idea, right?" the man asked him looking at his reflection in the mirror as he mopped his hands dry.

"I came to use the bathroom," Wen YanJun blurted out. there was almost no way he was going to admit to the fact that he tried to escape even if he was caught in the act.

"Oh, that sounds like a pretty good excuse that I would have believed if you had not thrown your jacket and wristwatch away and was caught on camera running away like you stole something," Lu Mingyu murmured as he slowly turned to face YanJun with a smirk lifting a corner of his lips.

YanJun bit his lower lips as he understood how foolish he was. he thought he could hide but there was CCTV everywhere in this school and they will easily trace him to where he hid.

"Are you tired?" Lu Mingyu asked as he walked over to him and buttoned the second button he unbuttoned and removed his tie.

"I am not tired. I was supposed to meet your son backstage," he replied trying to be as calm as he could even with the man's hand brushing against his body. It might be covered with the fabric of the shirt he wore but it was not hard to feel the warmth from those straight long fingers.

"Yes, you requested flowers and I brought them over. I have given him the flowers and sent him to eat dinner with his friend. We will return home together," the man announced sounding so pleased with himself you will think he became the president.

Wen YanJun felt his knees weaken due to that announcement. "You are making me lose my mind," YanJun began with so much effort. "I am so tired; I want to leave so badly. Please. You know I hate you why do you still want me as your prisoner?"

"You will never know the reason and I will never tell you myself. You have enough time to figure it out yourself. I hope you do it quickly, it will make things easy for both of us," Lu Mingyu replied as he continued to adjust YanJun's shirt.

When he was done, he took a step back and nodded in satisfaction.

YanJun furrowed his brow as tears clouded his eyes. "Why?" he begged painfully. "Why do you want to torture me so much?"

"I will never torture you . . . well, unless . . ." he gave a low chuckle and met his gaze with a hint of dangerous desire in his eyes. "Unless somewhere private with you under me," he murmured as his hands wrapped around YanJun's waist.

Feeling his body pressed against that man's hard yet soft and warm body, he felt his mind go blank of what he wanted to scream out to vent his pent-up emotions.

"Are you discovering that you do not hate me as much as you claim?" Lu Mingyu mouthed so closely to YanJun's ear; that he felt the warmth of his breath brush lightly against his ear making him shiver slightly.

"Please let go. I will hate you till death. You stole my life from me," YanJun trembled with his hands clenched on his side as he felt a strong urge to hit the bigger man but the size difference made him rethink his decision.

"Do you think you stole nothing from me?" Lu Mingyu asked dangerously low and he pulled YanJun closer against his chest. "You stole something from me and you are here to pay for it."