Pretty Boy (oxo) (mlm) (VERY dark please skip this if you’re triggered by toxic relationships)

(That’s ok!!)

Yeong chuckled at the man’s lack of answer. It was the best he could have given. Anything else and he would have given the man a swift punishment. He watched them dress Simon, and he sighed to himself. They would have to go and get Simon some real clothes that properly suited him.

When Simon fell, Yeong quickly grabbed onto him to support his weight. With the surgeons gone and a little bit more privacy, his hand placement was suggestive. One hand rested on Simon’s waist, the other grabbing onto his ass. “Careful there, wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself,” he said with a chuckle. “Why don’t I take you home so you can rest, hm? You must be exhausted, mi amor.”

Yeong smiled and gave Simon’s backside a little pat. “Good,” he replied in a pleased tone. He quickly swept Simon off his feet, holding him bridal style in his arms. Simon clearly had a bit of trouble keeping his balance, and Yeong enjoyed showing off. He loved the attention he got from being the Eye. It was one of his favorite things about the position.

Yeong carried Simon out of the room, using his foot to kick the door open. He assumed his car would be pulled around front, or it should be. If not, someone would be getting in trouble that day. Sure enough, the sleek, black SUV style car was parked out front. A man jumped from the front seat to open the door, and Yeong set Simon down before climbing in alongside him.

Yeong had made sure the servants of his house took the best care of Simon. He had drilled it into them to do anything he asked, and to respect Simon like they would respect himself. If they didn’t, and he found out, he would make sure that reparations were paid.

While Simon slept, Yeong took the time to get himself properly cleaned up. He showered, shaved, and dressed himself up ‘nice’. Dressing himself up, in his eyes, was throwing on a pair of black slacks and a white button down. He rolled his sleeves up, not liking how restrictive the material was. He fixed his hair up, making sure every little strand was in place. Nothing could be out of line.

After he finished getting cleaned up, Yeong went to the room they had put Simon in. He thought Simon may like his own space, though he planned on having the male in his own bed more often than not. He dragged up a chair, setting it next to the bed and taking a seat in it. He scrolled on his smart phone, waiting for Simon to wake up so they could talk more.

Yeong hadn’t expected Simon to wake up the way he did though. When he suddenly screamed, Yeong cursed loudly, flinching in his seat from the surprise. “Can someone get the fuck in here?!” he shouted, knowing his staff was waiting outside the door. He rested his hand on Simon’s arm, shushing him and trying to soothe him.

Yeong had shoved himself back away from the bed, standing up quick enough that the chair went tumbling over behind him. Everything happened so quick, and he stood there after it was over, feeling shocked. He didn’t answer the female staff member, staring at Simon instead. “What the fuck was that?!” he shouted angrily, not to anyone in particular.

“I need to speak to that fucking surgeon immediately,” he spat, picking up his cellphone to dial the number he was given. He was ready to chew the man out. He had been told of some negative reactions, but he was unprepared for such an intense breakdown that resulted in Simon hurting himself in the process.

Yeong looked over at Simon woke up and began to scream again. He cursed under his breath, listening to the person on the other line. “How long is this going to last for?” he pressed. A day? Weeks? Longer? He was eager to begin molding Simon into perfection, and this was putting a real damper on his plans.

“Get something to restrain him,” He told close closest staff member before pressing the phone back to his ear. There had to be something that they could restrain him with that would withstand his unnatural strength. The last thing he needed was for Simon to rip his stomach open and bleed out all over the bedsheets. He didn’t need his new toy breaking so soon.

Yeong breathed out, rubbing the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb. Only a couple of hours. He could deal with that. He could get some work done in the mean time. He took one more look towards Simon before turning and heading to the door. “I’ll be in my office, let me know when he’s calm,” he said to the staff that were still there before stepping out.

Yeong headed up the steps and down the hall, going into his office. He shut the door behind him before flopping down into the chair at the desk. He leaned back with a sigh as he kicked his feet up onto the desk. He didn’t have much patience. It was a bit spoiled and selfish of him, but he wanted Simon to hurry up and get over this little bump in the road so he could play with his new toy. He had work to do in the meantime though, but guessed he would be distracted while doing it.

Yeong was finished with his work fairly quickly. While he had procrastinated, he also didn’t have too much to do. Still, he wished he could just hire someone to do the boring work for him. But in doing so, that would mean he would have to share his power. That, he absolutely did not want.

He heard footsteps approaching and was about to ask who was coming to bother him, but when he looked up, he saw it was his dear Simon. Covered in blood and scratched up, but still his. Much more calm as well. He wondered who decided to let Simon present himself to him looking that way. He would surely be giving some of his staff a strongly worded scolding. “Ay, mi amor. Feeling all better? Why haven’t you gotten cleaned up?” he hummed, resting his chin on his folded hands that were propped up against the desk by his elbows. He had an easygoing smile on his lips.

Yeong stood up from the desk chair, approaching Simon like he would a stray dog. “I missed you too. Let’s get you cleaned up now and into some more comfortable attire,” he suggested. He slipped his arm around Simon’s waist, tugging him close to his side. He led Simon out of the office, shooting a glare in the direction of his staff as they passed.

Upon arriving to the large bathroom, Yeong shut and locked the door behind them. He had his staff grab a change of clothes for Simon, which were left on the bathroom sink. He left Simon for a moment, stepping to the large tub and turning the water on. “How are you feeling, mi amor?” He asked, arms reaching to wrap around Simon’s waist securely.

Yeong’s eyes had followed Simon’s every movement as he undressed. It almost appeared predatory, like he just couldn’t wait to get the chance to eat Simon alive. He chuckled at Simon’s lack of answer, rubbing circles on his hips slowly. His head turned to look at the water filling the tub, and he let go of Simon so he could shut it off. He felt the water with his fingertips, thinking it was a good temperature.

“Let’s get you cleaned up now,” he soothed, hands on Simon’s arms as he helped him into the tub. He sat down on the ledge of it, fingers running lazily through Simon’s hair. “Do you know what my name is?” he asked, wondering how much the memory wipe had removed. He knew that bits of him were sprinkled into Simon’s head so a connection would form right away, but he had no idea how many details Simon was aware of.

Yeong continued to stroke through Simon’s hair in a soothing manner. He was a bit annoyed that Simon had no idea who he was, but he could fix that quickly. “I’m Yeong Navarro- The Eye. I’m your boyfriend, remember? You took a really hard fall, mi amor. It will come back to you soon,” he explained, spreading his legs a bit as he adjusted how he sat. He thought of a follow up question, now. “Do you remember who you are? Anything at all, like your name?”

Yeong took Simon’s hand and gently helped him from the tub. He grabbed a nearby towel, beginning to assist in drying off Simon’s body. He wasn’t completely useless when it came to work. He had to take care of his mother for a while before he came into the position he was currently in. She had gotten sick when he was young, and he had always been a mamas boy.

He shushed Simon as he wrapped his arms back around his body. Simon’s pure admiration and astonishment sent a surge of confidence through him. Simon seemed to think of him as some god-like being, and he loved it. “You’re special,” he started as he turned Simon to face one of the large mirrors above the sink. He pressed his chest to Simon’s back, head dipping down to brush his lips against the side of Simon’s throat. His arms were wrapped securely around Simon’s waist. “Just look at yourself, mi niño bonito.”

Yeong glanced up at Simon’s face in the reflection of the mirror. He let out a sigh, lips leaving the others neck. His hands stayed in place, rubbing circles onto his hips with his thumbs. “What are you hiding for, hm?” he asked, turning Simon around to face him. One of his hands left Simon’s face, gripping onto his chin and tilting it upwards so Simon would have to look at his face. One of his brows were arched in question, and his thumb stroked along Simon’s jaw lightly.

Yeong smiled as Simon stared at him with adoration. He pressed his lips briefly to Simon’s forehead, curious as to how Simon would react to the little bits of affection. Clearly, he was like a drug to Simon. He wondered if that was mostly due to his title as the Eye or due to the brainwashing. Maybe both.

“Of course you don’t need to hide when you’re with me, amor,” he confirmed. He tilted his head against Simon’s hand, pressing a quick kiss against it. He was pleased that Simon seemed to be taking things well and without resistance. He made for the perfect plaything. He briefly helped Simon to adjust the towel to be fully covering his bottom half before speaking again. “How about we go to our room? You must be exhausted.”

Yeong chuckled at Simon’s answer. Absolutely perfect. Simon was clearly wrapped around his finger, and he couldn’t wait for what would come. “Well come on then. Let’s find something for us to do,” he said, a faint smirk on his lips.

With a hand rested on Simon’s lower back, he led him out of the bathroom and down the long hall. The large home seemed to consist of dark, modern decor. It was sleek and to his liking. They arrived at the end of the hall and to his bedroom, where he pushed the door open with his foot. His bedroom was equally as dark toned. It had large ceilings, with one wall being a large window. Towards the center was a large bed with a dark and soft bedspread. Across from the bed there was a small coffee table with a loveseat couch resting by it. “There are some clothes in the closet for you,” he said, nodding towards the large looking closet that took up one of the walls. “Or you could always take something of mine if you want. That is, if you want to get dressed now.”

(little reference pic for the bedroom: https://pin.it/mHbLJR3 )

Yeong watched Simon closely for a bit, taking in his movements. When Simon sat down on the couch, a smirk grew onto his lips. He saw the way Simon sat, seeming to tease and tempt him with the prospect of what was under the towel. He walked over, sitting down next to Simon. His hand slid under the towel, palm resting on Simon’s upper thigh. “What are you trying to do here, mi conejito?” he practically purred, leaning in close towards Simon now. My little rabbit, that’s what he had called Simon. Something so soft, wide eyed and sweet. Like a wolf, he couldn’t wait to eat the other alive.