The Tyrant's Secret fetish

Ye jun

I nodded, pretending I followed perfectly while I lined up a shot. "Like this?"

"Almost." Ohm stepped closer behind me, adjusting my grip on the cue light. "Elbow up a bit. And lean like here." His body came in close as he guided my arm, showing the stance.

That’s when I felt it. Hard. Pressed right against me from behind. Ohm was hard, no mistaking the solid length rubbing there for even a second while he leaned in to correct my aim.

My brain short-circuited. I froze, cue stick suddenly slippery in my hands, heat rushing up my neck while Si Woo stood across the table watching with eyes gone full red. Ohm didn’t pull away right away, still talking casual like nothing was happening. "Yeah, just like that. Now try the shot."

I didn’t know whether to laugh, yell, or run. My body still buzzed from Si Woo against the tree, and now this. The weekend had barely started and everything already felt like it was about to explode.

The second Ohm’s body pressed up against me from behind at the pool table, I knew the weekend was officially screwed.

Si Woo didn’t even wait for the cue ball to finish rolling. He stalked around the table like he owned the damn thing, eyes gone full red, jaw locked so tight I could see the muscle jumping. His hand shot out and wrapped around my upper arm, not squeezing hard enough to bruise this time but tight enough that I felt every bit of that possessive grip digging in. "Game over," he muttered low, right next to my ear, voice all gravel and warning. "We’re leaving. Now."

I tried to yank my arm back but he was already pulling me toward the side door that led out to the back porch. "Let go, you caveman. We’re in the middle of a game."

Ohm straightened up fast, cue stick still in his hand, that perfect polite smile slipping off his face for the first time all night. "Hey, everything okay? Ye Jun, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to."

Si Woo didn’t even look at him. He just kept dragging me, fingers locked like a handcuff. "Fresh air. My brother needs some fresh air. Family stuff."

"Stepbrother," I corrected loud enough for the whole room to hear if anyone was listening. My ribs still ached from earlier but I ignored it, planting my feet. "And I’m fine right here. Actually, I was having fun. Ohm was just showing me how to actually hit the ball instead of scratching every shot like some amateur."

Si Woo’s head snapped toward me, red flecks flashing brighter. "You were having fun? With him grinding on your ass like that? Real classy, Ye Jun. Real fucking classy."

Ohm stepped around the table, setting his cue down with a quiet click that somehow sounded louder than it should. "Whoa, hold on. That was an accident. I was just correcting his form. No need to make it weird."

"Accident my ass," Si Woo growled, finally letting go of my arm but only so he could step between me and Ohm. His shoulders were all bunched up, that alpha scent spiking so strong it cut right through the leftover smell of Thai food still hanging in the air. "I saw the way you were pressed up on him. You think I’m stupid?"

I rubbed my arm even though it didn’t really hurt and rolled my eyes so hard it probably looked painful. "Oh please. You’re the one who’s been groping my thigh under the dinner table like some jealous dog marking his territory. Now you’re mad because someone else actually knows how to be normal around me? Grow up, Si Woo."

Ohm raised both hands like he was trying to calm a wild animal, which, honestly, wasn’t that far off. "Look, man, I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but Ye Jun’s a grown guy. He can decide for himself if he wants to keep playing or go outside or whatever. No need to drag him around."

Si Woo laughed, short and mean, the kind of laugh that had zero humor in it. "Grown guy? He’s still hiding shit from me and smiling at you like you’re his new best friend. And you? You’re just some polished prick who thinks he can waltz in and take what isn’t his."

"Take what?" I snapped, shoving at Si Woo’s shoulder even though he barely moved. "I’m not your property, remember? Dad’s little business deal doesn’t come with a collar and leash. And stop calling him names. At least Ohm asks about my day without pinning me to trees or hiding my damn bag."

Ohm glanced at me, eyebrows up, then back at Si Woo. "Dude, if there’s some family drama, that’s between you two. But don’t take it out on Ye Jun in front of everyone. He looked like he was enjoying the game."

"He was enjoying you rubbing your dick on him, apparently," Si Woo shot back, voice dropping even lower. He took another step forward, chest bumping Ohm’s. "Back the hell off."

I groaned loud and dramatic, throwing my hands up. "Oh my god, both of you shut up. Si Woo, you’re being ridiculous with a tiny mind. It was pool. People stand close when they’re teaching."

Si Woo’s head whipped toward me so fast I almost laughed. Almost. "Tiny mind? You’re really taking his side right now? After everything? "

"Because you keep acting like this!" I yelled back, not even caring if the families in the living room heard. My voice cracked a little from how fast everything was spinning. "You apologize and then two hours later you’re ready to start a fight because someone helped me with a pool shot. Make it make sense."

Ohm tried to step in again, putting a hand on my shoulder like he was the reasonable one. "Ye Jun, if you want to stay and finish the game, I’m cool with that. We can ignore the drama."

Si Woo’s eyes went pure red at that hand on my shoulder. He shoved Ohm’s arm away hard. "Don’t touch him."

Ohm shoved back, not as hard but enough to make Si Woo stumble a step. "Don’t tell me what to do with my friend."

"Friend?" Si Woo barked a laugh again, stepping right back into Ohm’s space. "You’ve known him for what? I’ve lived with him. I know exactly how he smells when he’s lying and when he’s turned on and right now he’s both because you won’t keep your hands to yourself."

My face burned hot. "Si Woo, shut the actual fuck up. You don’t get to talk about how I smell like that in front of people."

But they weren’t listening to me anymore. Ohm pushed Si Woo’s chest, voice tight. "You’re out of line, man. Back off before this gets stupid."

"Too late," Si Woo snarled, and then he swung.

It wasn’t some wild haymaker. It was fast and controlled, fist cracking against Ohm’s jaw with a sound that made my stomach drop. Ohm’s head snapped to the side but he didn’t go down. He came back swinging, catching Si Woo in the ribs. They crashed into the pool table, cues clattering to the floor, grunting and shoving and throwing punches that landed with dull thuds.

"Stop it!" I shouted, grabbing at Si Woo’s arm when he reared back for another hit. "Si Woo, what the hell? You’re gonna get us all in trouble with the parents!"

Si Woo shook me off, breathing hard, blood already trickling from a split lip. "He started it by putting his hands all over you."

"Ohm didn’t start anything, you did!" I yelled, stepping between them even though it was probably the dumbest thing I could do. My heart was hammering so loud I could feel it in my ears. "He was just being nice. Normal. Something you clearly don’t know how to be. I’m taking his side on this one. You’re the one acting like a psycho."

Si Woo froze, chest heaving, red eyes locked on me like I’d just slapped him. "You’re taking his side? After he was basically dry-humping you over the pool table? After I spent the whole drive apologizing and you still throw this shit in my face?"

Ohm wiped blood from his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing heavy but still trying to look put-together. "Ye Jun, you okay? We can go talk to the adults if he’s bothering you this bad."

"See?" I pointed at Ohm, glaring at Si Woo. "That’s how a normal person reacts. Not by starting a fist fight in the middle of a family weekend. God, you’re exhausting."

Si Woo’s face twisted, something raw flashing behind the anger. His voice came out quieter but no less pissed. "Exhausting? I’m exhausting because I don’t want some random alpha rubbing up on you? Fine. Take his side. Go play happy little pool with him. But don’t come crying to me when he turns out to be exactly like every other polished asshole who just wants to use you."

He wiped the blood from his lip with his thumb, eyes never leaving mine. The red was still there but it looked dimmer now, mixed with something that made my chest tighten in a way I really hated. Hurt. Real hurt, not just the jealous rage.

Ohm reached for my arm again, gentle this time. "Come on, Ye Jun. Let’s get some ice. We can sit outside if you want. Away from all this."

I hesitated, looking between them. Si Woo standing there with his split lip and clenched fists, breathing like he’d run ten miles. Ohm looking concerned and steady, jaw already bruising. My ribs ached worse from all the yelling and shoving. Part of me wanted to tell both of them to screw off and go hide in my room. The other part, the stupid part that still flipped every time Si Woo got close, wanted to grab him and shake some sense into that thick alpha skull.

Before I could decide, Si Woo stepped forward again, voice low and rough, directed only at me. "You really picking him over me right now? After everything I said against that tree? After I told you I hate hurting you?"

I opened my mouth but nothing came out right away. My throat felt tight, anger and that annoying pull mixing together until I wanted to scream. "I’m not picking anybody. I’m just tired of you acting like you own me every time someone else is nice."

Si Woo laughed again, but this one sounded broken. "Nice. Right. Keep telling yourself that."

He turned like he was going to walk away, then stopped and looked back at me one more time, eyes still red but softer around the edges. "Just remember, Ye Jun. When he puts his hands on you again, don’t say I didn’t warn you."

Ohm started to say something calm and reasonable, stepping closer to me like he was ready to play protector.

That was when Si Woo lost the last bit of control he had left. He lunged forward again, fist raised.

And that’s when the back door creaked open behind us.

Dad’s voice boomed out, way too cheerful for the blood and tension in the room. "Boys? Everything okay in here? We heard some noise. Thought you might be playing a little rough..."

The three of us froze, Si Woo’s fist still halfway to Ohm’s face, my hand gripping Si Woo’s shirt like I could hold him back, Ohm standing there with his jaw swelling and a confused look on his face.

I swallowed hard, heart still racing, and wondered how the hell I was going to explain this without the whole weekend blowing up in our faces.

But the real problem wasn’t Dad standing there.

It was the way Si Woo was looking at me now. Like if I said one more word defending Ohm, he really might do something we couldn’t take back.

And worse?

Part of me wanted him to.