New Life Begins

...‎GAY BECAUSE OF YOU...

...‎Previously on GAY BECAUSE OF YOU......

...‎🥀 Is this love or obsession?....

...⚠️ Content Warning: Chapter 2...

...WARNING: This chapter contains depictions of suicide, domestic abuse, sexual assault (referenced), and drug use. It also features themes of kidnapping and captivity. Reader discretion is strongly advised...

‎[The sound of a lock sliding into place]

‎Pim’s world was a prison of bruises and stolen dignity. Trapped in a house with a brother who had become a stranger, she lived as a ghost in the shadows.

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‎[Pit stumbling through the front door, eyes dilated into black voids]

‎Fueled by a lethal cocktail of Liquid G and Smack, Pit returned home. The "boy" he used to be was gone, replaced by a predator who saw his own sister as a possession to be kept.

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‎[Pim staring at the ceiling, her eyes going empty]

‎"Don't run, Pim... Dad said if you love someone, you never let them run."

‎The nightmare ended in the dark, leaving Pim with a shattered soul and a choice to make.

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‎[A clinical bottle of Fentanyl shimmering like a diamond]

‎Pim didn't want a second chance. She just wanted the darkness to swallow the memories. With a final, haunting smile, she let the cold water of the bathtub claim her, drifting into a silent world where no one could ever touch her again.

‎But Karma has a different plan... and the story is far from over.

‎Chapter 2

‎ A New Life Begins

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‎Two months.

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‎It had been sixty days since the cold water of the bathtub had turned into the silk sheets of a king-sized bed. Sixty days since the name "Pim" had been buried in a shallow grave of memory, replaced by a name that commanded silence.

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‎"Boss, we have a problem."

‎The voice cut through the haze of the office. A tall, tanned man with his hair pulled into a short ponytail stepped into the light. A snake tattoo crawled up his neck, its head disappearing into the collar of his all-black tactical gear. He looked every bit the professional assassin, his sharp eyes scanning the corners of the room with a precision that only came from years of surviving the streets.

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‎The room was thick with the scent of expensive tobacco smoke, the atmosphere heavy and intimidating. Sitting on a velvet couch with his legs crossed was a figure that seemed to command the very air around him.

‎He was rocking a sharp undercut mullet, the sides shaved down to skin to highlight the silver piercings in his ears and eyebrows. The longer, dark hair on top was styled with a messy, expensive grit that flowed down his neck like a shadow. His ice-blue eyes were like shards of frozen glass, cutting through the smoke.

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‎ With a straight, pointed nose and full, heart-shaped lips that remained set in a cold, unyielding line, he looked like a god of death dressed in a red suit that screamed of blood and money.

‎Inside that body, Pim’s soul shivered. Every time she looked in the mirror, she expected to see a broken girl. Instead, she saw a predator.

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‎"Come in, Tiw... and stop being so polite with this friend of yours," He said, his voice a low, dangerous hum. It was a voice that didn't shake. A voice that didn't beg.

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‎"Aish, P’Ya. You know your bodyguards are so scary... I can't just behave however I want around here anymore," Tiw complained, finally relaxing his shoulders and sitting on the edge of the couch close to Ya.

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‎"Screw them. You’re my best friend," Ya continued. His long, elegant fingers played with a matte black handgun, spinning it with a familiarity that Pim’s mind hadn’t learned, but Ya’s fingers remembered perfectly. Suddenly, he cocked the hammer. Click-clack.

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‎"Ai Ya! Please be careful with that thing around me!" Tiw skillfully dodged, his head snapping back as the muzzle swung toward his chest.

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‎Ya let out a dry, dark chuckle. The sound was hollow, echoing against the marble walls. "Relax. There’s no bullet in it."

‎He tossed the gun onto the velvet cushion, the heavy metal thudding softly. He leaned forward, the ice-blue of his eyes piercing through the thick, grey smoke to find Tiw’s gaze.

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‎“What was it you wanted to tell me?”

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‎Tiw’s expression shifted, the playfulness vanishing.

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‎ “The Spider Gang refuse to stop selling drugs in our territory. They’re getting bold, P'Ya. They think because you were away for those few weeks, the throne is empty. Two of our people were shot last night—nearly bled out on the pavement. They’re stable for now, but only just.”

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‎Ya didn’t flinch. His heart-shaped lips remained a thin, frozen line. He didn’t care about "stability." He cared about the disrespect. In his old life, people took from him because they could. In this life, if someone took a drop of his blood, he would take their entire life.

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‎“And that guy you asked me to look for,” Tiw continued, his voice dropping to a cautious whisper.

‎“He still visits the Yooniverse club. Every single night. Chasing the high like a stray dog. He’s a mess, P’Ya.”

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‎Tiw paused, looking at his boss with a mix of confusion and concern. “Also... that’s where you were attacked two months ago."

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‎A dark, jagged chuckle vibrated in Ya’s chest—a sound that didn't belong to the girl in the shadows, but to the monster she had become. The Yooniverse.

‎It was a sick joke played by fate. The place where Ya’s blood had painted the floor was the same place where Pit—the man who had violated Pim’s soul—still went to play. The "Poison" and the "Spiders" were all gathering in the same web, waiting for a predator they didn't know was coming.

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‎“Pit,” Ya whispered. The name felt like a shard of glass in his throat, tasting like the clear liquid fentanyl she had injected into her veins in that cold, lonely bathtub.

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‎The memories of his two lives blurred. He could feel the phantom pain of Pim’s bruises and the sharp, burning heat of the bullets that had put Ya in a coma. Both lives had been ruined by men who thought they could control the world.

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‎He stood up, the crimson-red of his suit looking like fresh, oxygenated blood in the dim light of the office. He adjusted the collar of his shirt, his long fingers trailing over the silver hoop piercing in his brow. He didn't look like a victim anymore. He didn't feel like a girl who wanted to die.

‎He felt like an executioner.

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‎"I think it's time to pay them a visit" Ya muttered, looking at his reflection in the dark window.

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‎Tiw stood up, sensing the shift in the air. The temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "What's the plan, P'Ya? We hit the Spiders first?"

‎Ya turned, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. "Why the rush?. I'm just gonna pay them a visit"

‎He grabbed a heavy overcoat from the rack, the leather creaking.

‎“Get the car, Tiw,” Ya commanded, his voice a lethal shadow that filled every corner of the room. “If they want to play with drugs and bullets in my house, I’ll show them what it feels like to truly overdose.”

‎Tiw nodded, his face turning serious. He knew that tone. It was the tone of a man who was no longer playing by the rules of the living.

‎As Ya walked out of the office, his heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, he didn't look back. The girl who wanted silence was gone. The man who wanted noise—the sound of screams and breaking bones—was finally awake.

‎Yooniverse

‎The black SUV pulled up to the front of the YOONIVERSE. The massive building loomed over them, the neon sign bleeding pink and purple light onto the wet pavement.

‎Ya stepped out, the heels of his boots clicking against the ground with lethal rhythm. He didn't wait. He didn't look around. He walked into the club like he owned the soul of every person inside—and he did. The music was a thumping, aggressive bass that vibrated in the floorboards. As soon as his red suit caught the light, the atmosphere shifted. The laughter died down. The heavy-set guards at the door snapped their heads down, their spines stiff as they cleared the way.

‎Tiw walked a half-step behind him, his eyes moving like a hawk, hand resting near the holster under his jacket.

‎Ya stopped at the edge of the VIP balcony, looking down into the pit of the club. The air was thick with the scent of expensive sweat, spilled gin, and the metallic tang of something darker.

‎"There he is."

‎A dangerous, sharp smile appeared on Ya's lips. Below them, slumped over a sticky table in the corner, was Pit. He looked pathetic—a ghost of the man who had once been a nightmare. His head was lolling back, eyes glazed over as he chased a high that would never be enough.

‎Ya didn't even look at Tiw when he spoke. His voice was a cold blade.

‎"Take him to the underground house. And Tiw?"

‎"Yes, Boss?"

‎"Don't be gentle."

‎It was over in seconds. Two shadows in black gear descended on Pit. He didn't even have the strength to struggle as they hauled him up, his feet dragging across the floor as he was swallowed by the darkness of the back exit.

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‎🎞️ Next On: Gay Because of You

‎Coming Up in Chapter 3: When You’re Hurt

‎🎥 [Ya sitting behind his desk, hand trembling as he holds a pen]

‎💄 Ya: "I don't want to pamper him... I want him conscious so he can feel the weight of every bruise."

‎🎥 [Shadows stretching across the cold

concrete of the basement]

‎⛓️ Pit: "Please... I'll be a good boy... please, Dad, I'm sorry!"

‎🎥 [The sound of a shirt sleeve ripping in the dark]

‎🖤 Ya: "What is it, P'Pit? Did you see the reaper?"

‎🎥 [Ya dropping a piece of fabric like a dead leaf]

‎🚬 Ya: "How does it feel to go through what you did to others?"

‎🌑 The executioner has arrived. The nightmare is only beginning.

‎💬 Fan Corner: Join the Conversation!

‎Before you jump into the next chapter, I want to hear your thoughts! Ya is officially taking Pit to the "Underground House," and things are about to get dark.

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‎The Suit: We’ve seen Ya in the Red Suit now. On a scale of 1-10, how much "God of Death" energy is he giving off?

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‎Prediction Time: What do you think Ya's first "move" will be once he enters that basement?

‎Drop your theories below, Yoonauts 👇

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