Wooyoung not only showed up on time to work the next day, he made sure he was there fifteen minutes early.

He hardly got any sleep the night before and he didn't eat that morning. Just the thought of putting something in his churning stomach made him feel like he had to puke.

Marcus had wanted him to open that morning, so Wooyoung let himself in with the key he had been provided and locked the door behind him.

Just standing in the office made him sway in place. There was no way he was going to make it through this day without passing out. His legs shook when he stood in place, so he forced himself to find something to do.

There was a new stack of files on his table in the back, so he started to sort through those.

His phone buzzed and he quickly pulled in out, ready to answer it if it was Marcus.

But it wasn't. His heart skipped a beat when he saw it was San.

Sannie

I can't wait to see you tonight.

Don't eat too much.

I have a surprise for you.

Pick you up out front like always.

Wooyoung held his phone to his chest after sending him a quick reply.

At least he had something to look forward to at the end of the day. That would help him get through.

Especially once he heard the front door open.

Marcus was mumbling under his breath, indicating that he was already upset this morning. Which in turn made Wooyoung feel even more nervous.

Not wanting to upset him further, Wooyoung set down the file in his hand and stepped out of the back room. He stood in the doorway and watched his boss hang up his coat and set down his briefcase.

Then his head jerked up and his eyes locked onto Wooyoung. "I see you got my voicemail."

"Yes." Wooyoung answered, keeping his head high and trying to fight back his fear.

His boss grunted at him before walking forward and dragging him by his collar into the back room. Wooyoung's hands flew up to his wrist and tried to pull it away, but that spurred Marcus on. He slammed Wooyoung into one of the filing cabinets, knocking the wind out of him and making him cry out.

"Then why couldn't you answer my other phone calls?!" He yelled.

Wooyoung scrunched his eyes and turned his head away. All his strength had left him and now he was genuinely concerned for his safety. He had never seen Marcus like this before... "I-"

"I don't care to hear whatever pathetic excuse you've come up with! We had a deal. You are supposed to be available for me to contact whenever I need you!"

"It was my day off... I didn't have my phone on me..."

Marcus growled and slammed Wooyoung against the filing cabinet again. "I told you I don't care! I needed you yesterday, and you weren't there! It looks like I need to teach you a lesson so that you fully understand who owns you know."

Wooyoung's heart sank as he was forced down to his knees. There was no way this was actually happening...

And yet, it was.

Marcus unzipped his slacks and pulled out his length. "Open your mouth. NOW." He said, slapping Wooyoung's cheek with it a couple of times.

At first, Wooyoung wanted to resist. But he knew that would only make it worse.

He opened his mouth and tried to relax his throat as much as possible.

No mercy was shown to him... Marcus thrust his hips forward hard and fast. His length slammed into the back of Wooyoung's throat repeatedly, making him gag.

"This is to fucking show you who's in charge. You pathetic piece of trash." Marcus yanked on Wooyoung's hair, eliciting a broken whimper from him. "Do you not understand what it means to sign a contract? I had outlined in there that you need to be available at all times for you to help me!" He thrust his hips forward one more time, going far enough so that Wooyoung's nose was pressed against him.

Wooyoung tried to breathe through his nose to fight his way through it, but Marcus was too big. He heard his boss groan when he swallowed out of reflex as his throat tried to clear itself. His vision started to turn black.

Only then did Marcus pull out just long enough to let Wooyoung inhale once, then he resumed his cruel punishment while throwing every insult in the book at Wooyoung.

All he could do was take it.

His head hurt from where Marcus was pulling his hair, but also from where it kept slamming into the cabinet behind him.

Marcus kept it up until for a few more minutes before he lodged himself in Wooyoung's throat once more. This time he released his seed and Wooyoung was forced to swallow it.

He pulled out slowly and smirked while tucking himself away. "If that doesn't tell you who is in charge, then you better be ready for a world of hurt. Clean yourself up and go get me breakfast. Now."

Wooyoung nodded silently and waiting for Marcus to leave the room before he grabbed a paper towel and wiped his mouth. There was such a bitter taste left over...

He straightened out his hair and grabbed Marcus' card from where he had left it on the corner of the desk before hurrying out of his office.

Thankfully the small café Marcus liked wasn't busy, so he was able to order him the omelette and large coffee that he always enjoyed. Wooyoung also made sure to grab some to-go packets of salt and pepper before leaving with his order fifteen minutes later.

Marcus didn't look up from his computer when Wooyoung came back. He didn't say anything either, but Wooyoung didn't want to take any risks.

The last thing he wanted was for his boss to snap again, so Wooyoung pulled out his food and got it situated on the desk for him.

Then he ducked into the back room and continued sorting through the files that had been forgotten on his table.

Thankfully, Marcus had no complaint about his breakfast and didn't bother Wooyoung until it was time for lunch, which meant Wooyoung turned into an errand boy once more.

Lunch wasn't as smooth as breakfast was... The diner Marcus wanted to eat from messed up his order so it took twice as long for Wooyoung to get back.

Marcus didn't hide his anger very well when he watched Wooyoung reenter his office. "Explain."

The younger flinched and took a few seconds to compose himself before he spoke. "I'm sorry, the diner made the wrong sandwich so they had to do it over. They charged me half price as an apology." He answered, keeping his eyes lowered while passing over the receipt.

With a grunt, Marcus dismissed him and returned to his work.

Wooyoung stepped into the back room and leaned against the wall while placing a hand over his heart. He had just a few more hours to get through before he could leave for the day.

Thankfully, nothing else happened besides a few suggestive comments and glances.

When his shift was drawing to an end, Wooyoung stepped out of the back room to find Marcus blocking the door.

"Tell me. Did you learn your lesson?" The man crossed his arms.

"Yes, Sir." Wooyoung said quickly. He did his best to keep eye contact but it was too hard... Marcus had definitely succeeded in intimidating him and made him want to submit already.

"And what lesson is that?"

"To be available for your calls..."

"Good. Keep that in mind and we don't have to have another day like today." He smirked and slowly walked forward. Wooyoung's heart beat faster the less distance there was between them. Marcus stopped close enough so that there was barely any space between them and lifted a hand to cup Wooyoung's chin.

And he wasn't gentle.

Wooyoung's head a jerked forward and his back bent awkwardly in his attempt to not touch the man.

Marcus squeezed a little harder, drawing forth a tiny whimper from Wooyoung. That must have been his goal because he smirked once more before speaking. "And I think we both know that things can be a lot worse than what happened today."

He released Wooyoung and patted his cheek. Then he stepped aside, giving Wooyoung his opportunity to leave the awful atmosphere his boss had created.

As soon as he got outside, Wooyoung hurried to a small alley a few buildings over and slammed his back into it while clutching at his shirt over his heart. It hadn't slowed at all and he felt like he was having a hard time breathing.

Every intake of oxygen started to hurt. Short, shallow gasps were about all he could handle.

Wooyoung did everything he could to try and regain control over himself, but it was like Marcus had stolen that too.

He slowly sank down so that he was balancing on the balls of his feet and pressed his face into his knees.

Maybe if he could make himself small enough them Marcus would never be able to find him again...

The minutes ticked by while Wooyoung tried to focus on his breathing and slowing his heart.

In. Out. In. Out...

Tears came to his eyes when he couldn't escape the mental torture now inflicted on him. How was he supposed to live with Marcus controlling him like this?

He was such a fool for signing anything... Or even just staying there.

But there was no saying that Marcus wouldn't have done anything if Wooyoung had quit even before the contract was thought of. It was obvious that he was a twisted man, so there was a chance that he would have forced Wooyoung to stay then too.

And to threaten him with Luke or his parents... It was too much for Wooyoung to handle.

His body trembled as he did his best to keep his sobs inside him. He could hear people passing him by on the street, but he really didn't feel like drawing more attention to himself right now.

But someone still noticed him.

"Sir!" A familiar deep voice said. A few seconds later, a large but gentle hand touched Wooyoung on his shoulder, making him jump. His head flew up and it took him a moment to recognize Pierre staring at him with a concerned look. "Are you ok? Mr. Choi has been so worried."

Wooyoung opened his mouth but was at a loss for words.

He had completely forgotten about meeting San. There was no way he could see him now, not looking like this.

Embarrassed, Wooyoung turned his head away and sniffed while wiping his face with the back of his hand. "I-I'm fine. W-Will you tell San th-that I-"

"Youngie! What happened?" San's voice was higher in pitch with concern and he was kneeling in front of Wooyoung before he could even finish his sentence. "Baby, what happened?" He asked in a gentler tone while reaching forward to cup Wooyoung's face with one hand. He used his thumb to help wipe away some of the tears still left there.

Wooyoung found himself getting lost in the familiar, swirling brown eyes and he leaned forward so that San could pull him into a tight hug. He almost apologized for messing up the suit that the older was in, but he still couldn't bring himself to form the words.

"Pierre, get the car started. We are going straight home."

"Yes, Sir."

San gave Wooyoung a moment to calm down, then helped him stand. Once they were situated in his limo, San pulled him into his side and pressing his lips against the top of the younger's head while also rubbing it gently.

"I'm s-sorry..." Wooyoung whispered, pressing his nose to San's neck.

"You don't need to apologize, and you can tell me about it whenever you're ready." The older whispered.

Wooyoung knew he couldn't tell San what had actually happened. If Marcus caught wind of it then there was no saying what he would do to punish him... "It was just a really bad day. I... Work..." Wooyoung sighed. "I don't even know where to begin. How pathetic am I, though? Crying over a bad day..." He muttered.

"You're not pathetic at all. Stress can do strange things. It's important for you to get those emotions out. But now it's my job to get your mind off it." San used his other hand to slowly tilt Wooyoung's head back. "Is that ok with you?"

"Please." Wooyoung felt himself smile.

"Good, because I have something fun planned for tonight." San gave him three quick pecks on the lips, then smiled at him again. "Oh, and I have something I want to ask you before I forget. Are you free tomorrow night?"

Wooyoung had to think for a moment. He had asked Jongho if he wanted to spend some time together over his weekend, but he said he had family plans... "Yeah, I am."

San's eyes lit up. "I was hoping you'd say that! I was wondering..." He suddenly sounded nervous. "My company is having a huge benefit tomorrow night, and... Would you be my date?"

The younger sat up and looked at him in surprise. "You want me to go to something like that with you? I don't know San... I'm not really meant to be in fancy places, I'll probably end up breaking something or embarrassing you." He rubbed the back of his head.

"Oh, Youngie." San smiled so wide that his eyes creased into adorable half-moons and his dimples appeared. "You could never embarrass me! I hate these kinds of events, so it would mean so much to me if I had you to give me strength. And you don't need to worry, I can get you fitted with a suit and everything. You'll look like a millionaire's son and no one will think otherwise." He leaned forward and ran his fingers up Wooyoung's neck and over his jaw. "Especially because I know they will be staring at how beautiful you'll look."

Wooyoung felt the heat flood into his cheeks and he wanted nothing more than to protest. But the hopeful look in San's eyes had him pausing. "You'll be with me all night?"

"Yes."

Then he found himself nodding. "Ok, I would love to be your arm candy then." He said with a smirk.

San let out a bright, joyous laugh and pulled Wooyoung into a tight hug. "And what delectable arm candy you'll make. But you'll be all mine." His tone got a little lower and he nibbled on Wooyoung's ear. "Mine to taste." His lips moved to the younger's neck. "To touch." Wooyoung let out a little moan when a chill ran down his spine. "All mine."