First of all, I would like to say hello to all my friends who love fan fiction (?). I suddenly thought of writing a fic like this. And I don't want to put it in a short story. Since it should be about three to four episodes long. So please allow me to turn it into a short story instead.

For this matter, whatever the name is. It's a hot style combined with the darkness of humanity in the corners that are suppressed (?)

It's a boy-loves-boys fic. Anyone who doesn't like it, don't mind, but don't scold too much. No matter what)

P.S. This fic is not based on any true story in any way. The characters, places, etc. are just the author's imagination.

P.L.2 The author does not intend to cause any damage to the artist, label, or those involved in any way.

Importantly, the number of episodes for this story is approximately three to four. Will continue to update each other. By dividing the parts according to the upload date ^^

Thank you for coming to read.

~Intro~

As soon as the castle gate opened Taekwoon stepped inside, feeling like his breath was stopping every second. A tight feeling that contained a burning heat that couldn't be explained to anyone was playing on him, so much so that he could barely maintain his composure to follow the old man's lead. He squeezed his hands together as he passed the enormous hall.

The chandelier was so striking and shimmering that he had to look away. Oh, this really was an emperor's castle, he thought, looking at the fine sofa that at one glance could tell it was extremely expensive. He swallowed thickly as he came to a stop at a crossroads.

"Excuse me," interrupted the older man respectfully. Taekwoon knew exactly what he came here for: a slave, a servant, that kind of thing. His monthly salary would take him two years to equal it. But the high price also requires an equal exchange.

For this reason, he wanted to know more about the details of the job than just the money he earned and the position he applied for. "What do I have to do?"

The man in front stopped. Wrinkled hands clasped together behind the back, giving a formidable look and indicating that they have been well trained, resting at the sides of the body. Shiny black polished shoes turned around. The toes are separated and the heels are close together. Like a puppet A face filled with wrinkles of age turned towards him. thick lips

And the white mustache that has been trimmed to form a small twitch. If Tae-Un's eyes aren't astringent The droopy eyelids seemed to lift as if they were laughing.

"Do whatever you want," the answer was so soft he could hardly hear it. Moreover, he also spoke in a vague and frightening manner.

"Can you please be a bit more specific?" he requested.

"You'll know when I get there." The man then turned and walked to the left. Taekwoon let out a sharp breath. He came out with his needs not being met. He was angry. Oh no, the word angry was too strong to use. He was just dissatisfied. Ah, that's right, just dissatisfied. He has no right to be angry because the other party is his employer. Memorize it, Taekwoon. You have to be calm. Okay, like this.

He followed his steps rhythmically. Not in a rush For fear that the area you step on will be scratched. Even the tiles that are laid are so clear that you can almost see the pores. He couldn't imagine how hard the cleaning workers must have been. I pray that he never gets this position....

I

"First"

It's not easy to act normally in front of a man with all the status. wealth And a terrible charm. Oh, the angel in him jumps three times on the crate and shouts with delight. What's his name? Ken? His boss's name is Ken. Ah, even that name is nice to hear.

Taekwoon clenched his mouth tightly to keep from tearing it all the way to his ears. He's nervous. His body trembled as his eyes met the almond brown eyes of the person in front of him. Both terrifying and interesting at the same time. Damn it, why was he acting like a girl in love like this? The heart under the chest pounded wildly, the senses aroused.

The lower part was wet with need. It's hollow and needs filling. No, no, no. Taekwoon, have you gone crazy? That's your boss. And another thing He is a man just like you.

“This is Mr. Ken,” the guide's soft voice said to him. It'll probably be the second round. The first time he said it, he could barely hear it. Because he was too interested in the tall man in front of him. Who looked at him with calm eyes, but he felt like his body was about to melt. Those thick, full, pink lips.

He wanted it to touch him so badly. No, no. Taekwoon was conscious.

"Oh, hello, I'm Jung Taekwoon." He introduced himself casually. With a bow of the head in respect He bent like that until a pair of expensive brown shoes stopped in front of him. Then an electric shock hit him as hands hotter than fire touched both his shoulders.

“Why did you keep your head down for so long?” Wow, his voice was nice to listen to.

"Oh, I'm sorry." He squeezed his hand tightly to regain his lost consciousness. Which isn't easy. When almond colored eyes were staring at him from a distance that affected his heart rate. He seemed to be sucked into these sharp eyes. and was so stuck that he couldn't bring himself back out. Of course, if he went in, he wouldn't want to come out either.

He forced his own lips to open slightly. In order not to be too disrespectful Ken didn't respond or scold. Just withdrew his hand and the angel in his heart cried out loudly.

"Miss Yang, please arrange a place to stay for Taekwoon." Ken turned to the person who had brought him. Now he knew that his name was Yang.

"Sure. Come on, Taekwoon. I'll take you to see the place."

"Yes."

And he walked out of that room, Mr. Ken's room, a dim room. But it was bright with the face and body of the room owner. The touch from a moment ago is still engraved. It would feel good to dab it on bare skin that isn't through fabric like this.

Taekwoon put his things in the closet, put up the picture frame, and jumped onto the bed. So soft He turned over and hit his head on the soft bed, his entire body almost disappearing into it. And I can't help but admire the welfare here. There aren't many servants' quarters that have this many amenities, such as a bathroom.

That's right, he hasn't gone to look at it yet. With that, he jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, which was almost three times the size of his previous room. Oh, was that a bathtub? Or did you just set it up? Passionately, he rubbed his hand along the clean, white edge. I feel like I want to take a shower a little bit.

With that, he ran outside and stripped off his clothes. Throw to cart and walked naked into the bathroom with a robe hung inside of him. This is clearly heaven.

He lowered himself into the tub. Press a button that I guess will release water. And his guessing skills were always accurate as the warm water slowly flowed. He lay there soaked that he almost forgot that he had an appointment to go see his boss again at 4:00 p.m. It's already past 3:30 in the afternoon.

“That's bad.” He stood up from the heavenly realm and hurriedly put on his robes and ran out of the bathroom. For fear of not being able to make it in time But as soon as I stepped out The tall, slender figure of the man who made him use his five fingers to masturbate stood with one shoulder leaning against the door. Both hands tucked into the pockets of his luxurious pants.

And brown eyes stared at him. It's intensely hot. And his back was dripping with sweat, even though he had just passed through the cold water. Until I realized that the outfit I was wearing was not right. Those eyes scanned everywhere. "Yes, Mr. Ken." He adjusted his cloak so that it was in place and completely covered. Praying that he wouldn't reveal too much of his body.

"Just finished?"

His cheeks were hot as the question with two meanings from the other side asked.

"Do you mean take a shower or something?" That's crazy. Why is he so brave? The angel in him lit up a few fireworks when he saw the corners of the person in front of him lift up. A pair of sharp eyes surveyed and stared intently at his lips. It was open. He liked it.

"So what did you just finish doing?" He trailed off. Deliberately emphasize the word finished. And it was the moment of words that made him almost finished. What was this? Just the sound alone made him almost reach the dreamland. I don't want to imagine the situation when a part of the person in front of me entered me.

"Of course I have to take a shower." He smiled and pretended to walk into the dressing room. Follow me. Follow me quickly. His angelic voice was praying. His body is ready. and the hot solid part stands up He covered his sensitive parts with his hand and glanced behind him. But I definitely didn't find the tall figure I was looking for.

Who is Ken? Who is he? He heard the cry of the angel within. He wanted to cry too. But where can I cry? "Wow." He let out a big sigh. Before tugging on the knot of the bathrobe, discarding it and finding underwear to put on. Taking as long as he could to get dressed, his features returned to their old slumber, so he slowly walked out.

I didn't expect to find another person in the room. Just seeing a tall figure lying on his own bed with the top two buttons undone from their buttonholes, revealing a beautiful collarbone, was so....

Another 50%

His lips were as dry as in the middle of a desert. He pursed his lips and stuck out his tongue to lick absentmindedly. He moved with difficulty, like he had been working hard for three days straight without a break. Both shoulders are tense. His abdominal muscles were tight and aching. Sweat was cascading down his back and flowing like a waterfall several feet high.

He took a breath and saw a strong hand land on his side. He took one step, then two steps, then three, four, five, until he stopped at the foot of the bed.

"Come up here."

Wow, the voice loudly expressed the delight of the angel within. Taekwoon pursed his lips, squeezed his hands, and twisted his body. He doesn't seem to give in, right? And yes, he doesn't have it easy. Especially with men.

"I'd rather stand here." Crazy, stupid, and completely insane. Daring to refuse a wonderful opportunity He cursed himself in his heart. and listen to the harsh words of the world's lustful angel

Wow, that guy almost wanted him to undress and lie with his legs spread open for another man's domination to penetrate. Then he opened his mouth and screamed, panting, releasing, then returning to the original loop. Be like this until you get bored. Then go find someone new

He's not a slut. But there's no denying that his new boss is interesting. No, let's not use the word interesting. Because it was nothing compared to what was in front of him right now. Even in an outfit that's almost completely covered up. and reveals only a little of the shoulder He couldn't even take his eyes off.

I don't want to think about the time when this muscular body was naked. He gulped. He gritted his teeth and turned his head towards the door. I resisted, he continued to look. It was unlikely that he could be so stubborn and just stand there like this again.

There's no way for sure.

His brows furrowed together but relaxed the next moment. Thick lips pressed together slightly in displeasure. It was only a matter of time before it lifted up. It wasn't easy to keep a calm face. He laughed and quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Sorry."

The heat from the high body spreads in a wide area and increases in intensity more and more. People who used to sleep in bed Standing up, she was walking towards him with what was almost the most graceful pose he had ever seen. Really too charming to resist It wouldn't be a surprise if this man would already win the hearts of girls, big and small, all over Seoul. Let's say the truth. The idol actors on TV were not even comparable to the people in front of him.

“Do you like to stand and talk?” One eyebrow raised. and the angel within him scrambled to come forth.

Stop it. Don't come out. You've caused me so much trouble. Don't think that this time I will give in. He dissuaded himself. before turning his attention back to the question he had left a moment ago. “No,” he denied.

"So?"

His sharp face leaned closer. while staring at his lips without looking away

What should he do? He tried to think of a way to survive, but his brain was now filled with sand and hard pebbles. In the end, he discovered that his claim that he was so excited that he couldn't think of anything was actually just an excuse. He opened his mouth and almost immediately responded to the hot sensation of those thick lips pressing down on him. It was a rush of pleasure. sensual

and later became violently hot The experienced tongue swept deep and teasingly until the person who once called himself an expert at kissing like him was defeated. He brushed his hand across his back. Looking for support for a body that was about to fall to the ground. Strong arms wrapped tightly around his waist and he no longer stood still.

"Oh, don't, don't." He pushed himself away from his tall figure. Hurrying to scoop air into his lungs, he pursed his lips and found that they were seriously swollen. Damn it, he was almost gone.

"I..uh."

“Are you afraid of me, Taekwoon?” Ken's eyes softened and he almost turned into a harmless man. But Taekwoon doesn't think like that. This man is dangerous, very dangerous, especially when he uses his overwhelming charm. Then he felt really scared. I'm afraid that if he loses his heart, oh no.

It must be said that he lost to the tricks of the man in front of him. How will he live next?

"Oh, no." His voice shook even though he tried to keep it still as much as possible.

"I can see that you're afraid." It seems like a catchphrase. But he felt a hint of gentleness in his voice. He raised his head, and Ken's smile flashed so brightly that it stung both of his eyes. His heart pounded again and this time it nearly burst out of his chest.

"Khun Ken has such a beautiful smile." How did he accidentally speak? before quickly lowering his head and looking at the ground in embarrassment The angel in him danced on stage while holding flower garlands in good spirits.

“Is that so?” and he took a step forward. "I'd be happier if you said you liked it."

No, what is this? He suppressed his deepest smile. And try not to let yourself jump for joy.

Then Ken held his face up high. Oh no, how could he resist this man's charm?

..Go ahead, consume me, now, now, delight inside of me. I will embrace you and release a stream of happiness at the same time Conversing through body language and learning about each other through melodies that change with the storm of emotions. Ah, please, the voice of the angel within him begs..

II

" Second "

"Not now," a hoarse voice muttered. But the tip of his high nose still snuggled close to his neck. “This is getting out of control.” His body was then pushed down onto the bed.

Alone

The thin figure staggered out of the room without saying anything. He didn't even bother to explain what had happened. This pushback created a wound in my heart. And Taekwoon thinks that this life will never heal. He sat up. and used his hand to rub his own chest Soothe it and keep it calm. The cries of another being inside echoed loudly.

The angel hid himself and disappeared into a secret room inside which was locked with a giant chain. Put a sign on it that says This life will not come out again. Taekwoon pursed his lips, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He is repressing himself. Which isn't easy.

"It's okay, you're okay." Is that okay? He sneered at his own brainless words of comfort. He turned into an idiot. that is being manipulated by a man who has awakened every instinct within. Before being cold-blooded, the door was closed to prevent him from coming outside. Awakens but does not provide food or love and attention, quite the opposite.

Wake it up to slowly torture it to death. Suffering from an unmet need for release. He's too sexual for himself. And he would not allow himself to have his pride trampled on again. If something like this happened even just once He asked to promise that he would immediately pack his bags and summon himself out of this mansion.

An expensive wine glass was placed on the table in front of the man who was reading a foreign newspaper. He looks impersonal It's like the sun or the air inside the room. And instead of Taekwoon feeling happy or relieved, he instead felt pain for no reason. The edges of his unloving eyes were so hot when the newspaper was placed on the table and the wine glass he had just put down fell to the floor.

It shattered into tiny pieces. Once again, he pursed his lips tightly. and silently bent down to clean it up, without uttering a word or showing any signs of shock. Act as if you don't feel anything. Even though inside I was hurting to the point of death.

“Miss Yang,” a calm voice sounded and an elderly man standing in the corner of the room stepped forward. The man gave a hand signal that he should leave the room if he didn't want to get hurt or get fired. Of course, Taekwoon didn't want to lose his job just yet. He lowered his head and quietly carried the broken wine glass out of the room.

"I need a new servant."

The hand holding the knob froze and began to tremble. He debated whether he should rush out or eavesdrop just to make his own heart hurt.

“I will find a new person as quickly as possible. But before that Let Taekwoon do his work first."

In a hurry? Hehe, he made a sneer in his throat. The man said he would find a new person to replace him. Even though he hadn't even worked for one day yet. What the hell was this? He asked himself. A tear fell on his cheek. He brushed it away, and whatever Ken's answer was now he couldn't bear to listen any longer. He opened the door.

and ran quickly to the first floor Headed into the kitchen and huddled in a corner of the room. Letting out the tears that shouldn't have been there as quietly as possible, "Ugh."

Taekwoon stood and watered the plants. When Yang brought in a new attractive man. The other party smiled and greeted him. And Taekwoon forced his own lips to lift in order to maintain goodwill. This man looked innocent. Haha. He roughly calculated his age. Probably early twenties. Yang glanced at him briefly.

before signaling another young man to quickly follow and enter the mansion. It's time to move your butt out of here, Taekwoon.

Not even thirty minutes had passed. Said young man immediately walked out with a smile and walked towards him. He turned to the right, looking for a way to escape. He didn't want to talk. I don't want to get to know any more than the person who stole my own job. He made up his mind to be friendly. Or can't fake a smile

"Hello, my name is Hong Bin. Lee Hong Bin, nice to meet you." A clear voice introduced himself with a bright smile.

"Ah, hi, I'm Taekwoon, Jung Taekwoon." He introduced himself. In order not to be a waste of manners Hongbin continued to smile and didn't say anything. “Is there something on my face? Why do you keep looking?” he asked in an angry tone. Because the emotion of being looked at by someone he wasn't close to for a long time was beginning to make him uncomfortable.

"cute"

"Huh!!!" What the hell is this? He exclaimed. "What the hell are you talking about?" He hid his hot expression by asking back in an accusing tone.

"I'm not crazy. You're cute. I like it."

The angel in him was madly pounding the chains he had locked with his hammer. It's coming out. And he helped him by using cement to support the door two more floors. Don't expect him to come out again.

"You don't seem to want to live in peace," he growled lowly.

“Why?” the other party shrugged. and reached into his trouser pocket. The other party's careless expression was causing him unprecedented resentment. He is being insulted. He may or may not be insulted, but he assumes that it is a challenge and an insult.

"Go away"

"If I say I'm not going," the other person leaned forward. until he had to retreat

“Then I'll go myself.” He threw the hose he was watering the plants to, and walked out of there with long steps. He was also very angry. He heard some yelling behind him, which he brushed past his ears.

As soon as he stepped into the mansion Ken's thin figure stood with a grim expression on the stairs. He bowed once. Along with walking around to the other side in order to go up and collect our bags. When there are new workers He doesn't need to be here anymore.

"Where are you going?" His voice called out and his legs were about to stop.

"I'm going up to get my stuff," he answered truthfully and avoided eye contact with the other person. He was really weak and didn't dare. To stare at eyes that were glistening with anger

"Why do you have to keep it?"

Taekwoon looked intently at the other's face. Does this person really not know why he had to pack up his things? Well, when the root of it really comes from your own desires. "Because I'm leaving from here."

“Who gave you away?” The other party's voice became more and more intense. And it inevitably created fear for him. Taekwoon swallowed down the lump of fear that formed in the nape of his throat. He thought of an answer. Which isn't easy. When the sharp face of the other party moved closer His long arms trapped him in the railing, preventing him from escaping.”

Do you think this place is a public park? If you think of coming, you will come. If you think of going, you will go."

It's too scary. "It's Mr. Ken, isn't it? That wants me to leave this place.” Since when has his voice been this soft? And why does the content express so much displeasure?

“Who told you?” A rough hand gripped both shoulders. Along with that, the distance between our faces decreased. A hot breath purposely brushed against his cheek. And the eyes that conveyed desire were melting his body into soft wax on fire.

"Well, well," Damn it, why did he have to be nervous?

“You have no right to leave this place. If I don't allow it"

Dictator, the angelic voice within him shouted through the door. Quiet, he snapped back.

"But the contract doesn't specify something like this." He raised his head to look at the other party, challenging? Or are you inviting?

"The contract is just a piece of paper."

This time it was Taekwoon who smiled. Sweet victory seems to be within reach. "So how? You're going to imprison me here. Are you a servant like that?”

Ken smiled somewhat. The tip of his index finger seductively traced the outline of his face. Strong legs pressed into his legs deliberately. The fabric rubbed against each other. cause an electric charge When there is electricity, there is energy. and when more energy There is a lot of heat inside as well. "What if I say yes?"

Fiery eyes stared at his lips without blinking. and a mischievous hand caressed his neck. Before holding it This is an expression of ownership.

"And if I don't give in?" This is a war between him and Ken. Whoever misses out is the loser. And Taekwoon is very confident that he is the one who will lift the trophy of this war.

"If you don't agree." Fiery eyes stared at his neck. before gradually decreasing Stop at the center of your body that is swelling tight in your pants. A smile as bright as the sun's rays adorned Ken's face. He leaned his face in. and whispered something into his ear before clenching and trembling

“Ah!” he moaned, completely forgetting.

“I will make you unable to get up. And lie on the bed moaning until you die."

Wow, what a delicious threat. "It's a threat."

“And what do you think?” The hoarse voice on the other end was causing his body to wake up. Oh no, it had been awake for a long time. and ready to fly

"I think it's an invitation," he smiled, the hand that had been clenching together loosening and lifting it to touch Ken's face authoritatively. He rubbed his pointed chin, which had a bushy green mustache.

"Haha," Ken laughed wildly. along with swaying back and forth in pleasure He admired the change in the other's expression. No matter what mood you're in This man was unforgivably good-looking. "So..do you accept my invitation?"

continue

Taekwoon smiled brightly in his heart. His answer? You hardly even need to ask. But to answer immediately would be too simplistic. And he is a person who holds the belief that If you act easy, you will often seem worthless. Which he won't be like that. For this reason, instead of rushing to accept the invitation So he pretended to remember.

and pretend to deny

"I thought you were a risk taker."

“Do I look like that? I don't know,” he replied, the other man's jawline prominent with displeasure. But it's still worth looking at.

"Yes, you are." Ken leaned forward. And use the tip of your nose to sweep across the cheeks. "People who like to take risks And it's very, very hot." And the jagged lips pressed down, grinding, kneading, before pulling back.

Damn it, his heart was pounding like crazy. Moreover, just now he had not pushed away the other party who had taken advantage of him. You can't, Taekwoon. Don't give in to this man easily. Otherwise You will become just a dead object.

"Do you like to take risks?" He controlled his erratic consciousness and regained his composure. "Like what?" He then pushed himself out of the other's confinement. Leave some time to catch your breath. Including staying away from bodies that are hotter than fire.

"That's what you're doing." Ken moved in. And this time didn't let him retreat. When a tall figure bends down then scooped his body up onto his shoulder before walking up the stairs But it hasn't gone anywhere yet. The new visitor's voice interrupted him.

"P'Ken"

Taekwoon looked up and it was Hong Bin, the young boy who had caused him trouble. But he didn't hear wrong, right? Just now, this kid called his boss "Phi".

“What is it?” Ken turned around, making him unable to see Hong Bin's or even Ken's expression at all.

"Where are you taking Taekwoon?"

"It's my business." Ken's voice was stronger and he could feel the tenseness in his body right now. He guessed he was angry. "Which has nothing to do with you."

"Why isn't it relevant? Taekwoon is a servant here. Which means you're my servant," Hongbin argued, and Taekwoon felt his own blood flow becoming unstable. Was it because he was being carried or was it because of the argument between the two of them?

“Wrong,” Ken replied. “Your servant will be arriving shortly. And...Taekwoon is my only servant.”

Wow, his heart was pounding with joy. Should he say something? Or just shut up and listen to how the other person responds.

“Wouldn't that be a bit too much?” Hong Bin chided, and Taekwoon felt that he really didn't feel that way. “Even the servants can't share it with me. Am I still your older brother?"

Ken's shoulders trembled slightly. With a laugh that gave me goosebumps, "Heh heh, I'm sorry. Even though you're the younger sibling, It doesn't always mean that I have to share what I have with you. And in case you forget I'm not the type of person who likes to share things with other people.”

Taekwoon thought Hong Bin would give up and retreat, but he was wrong.

"It's wrong with me. who likes to share things with other people Especially if that item is someone else's property. I'm even more likely to use it."

Taekwoon's heart dropped into his eyes. For fear that the person who treated him might lose consciousness and throw him off his shoulder. It wasn't easy to keep a cool head when faced with Hong Bin's words just now. Which Ken did unbelievably.

“I have known this for a long time. If you don't see it, you have to say it."

The other party was silent, and even though he couldn't see his expression, he could guess what it was like: angry and gloomy.

“Come on, you saying it again is fine too. I would be more careful with my belongings. Oh, and I'm the kind of person who if a dog messes with my treasured possessions, There will never be a way to live in this world again. I will hunt it down..and cut off its flesh little by little. until it died of suffocation"

A warning, it's a warning, Taekwoon thought.

“I think that dog wouldn't stay still and let you do what he wanted,” Hong Bin retorted.

“So, that's what you think? Which isn't strange at all. Because you seem to understand dogs more than people.”

oh!!! He exclaimed in his heart, Ken's words were very cruel. If it were him, he would probably run home or not. Knocked the other person's face down.

"It's a compliment."

"Of course I'm complimenting you." Ken turned around. Taekwoon was able to see Hong Bin's expression well. His face was red with anger reaching its peak. The hand attached to the side clenched into a fist until prominent veins were visible. How much effort must you put in? To be able to control my body from doing as I please.

However, he didn't have much time to think about other people. Now that he was being carried into Ken's large bedroom....

Nearly twenty minutes had passed since he was in the bedroom with his boss. It should not be sitting and looking at the back of the other person at the end of the bed. It wasn't the way he thought.

All right, he can admit that he has evil thoughts. I think that when Ken brought him into the room and proceeded to devour him immediately. Well, couldn't he think like this? Look at the conversation between us before. What a hot kiss. Or is it because of Hong Bin? Come on, is that guy really Ken's younger brother?

Why are there such extreme differences? It's not that he's not handsome, he's handsome, but just in a different way. One person is handsome like a man. The other person will go out in a more beautiful way. whose personality doesn't match his appearance at all

"Mr. Ken," he called out to the other person. When he began to feel that the atmosphere was becoming more and more gloomy, "I..uh."

"Stay away from Hongbin, understand?" Ken ordered, standing up from the foot of the bed. and the shirt he was wearing fell to the floor. Revealing his masculine proportions showing off, Taekwoon's eyes widened and he quickly turned his head away in another direction.

The bed floor sagged as the other person approached him, little by little, until his chin was scooped up by Ken's fingertips. As soon as he met the other person's eyes, He found himself defeated.

People should know how to lose, right??

CUT

The same place.

III

"Third"

"Pleng!!!!!!" An expensive wine glass was thrown against the wall of the room by a slender hand. Broken glass scattered all over the floor, as did the hot sensation of a hand slamming onto the table. until there was a loud bang

Full lips pressed together. Eyelids closed and tense. Prominent and bulging blood vessels at the temples The already clear jawline is more prominent than before.

"Do you think this can stop me? Just dream." He quietly downed the poured wine. by a middle-aged man into the mouth His tongue couldn't even taste it. But drink it to relieve the heat in your chest. Which doesn't seem to help at all. “Please go get Taekwoon for me.”

“Now?” asked a hoarse voice on the other end.

"um"

“I'm afraid not,” Yang replied, ready to serve as a vessel for the emotions of this mansion owner's younger relative, Lee Hongbin, the youngest son of the Yi family. full of jealousy He had been watching over this child while protecting his elder since he was a young man. Until time had passed, he could almost call himself a tree close to the shore.

He had never seen this person act like a good younger brother to Ken. It has always created difficulties. Even before you two were still here Until my last breath Hong Bin is still the younger brother who always makes demands.

Sharp, intense eyes flicked back. with a strong voice "Why not? That guy is a servant. I'll call you at any time." Deliberately emphasizing the word servant more loudly than the other words. To reinforce the status of the person you call and the person in front of you. “Follow him for me. If you don't want to quit your job when you're old."

Yang stood still, not answering or responding. That made the person in front of him's anger rise to a new level. Both collars were grabbed by strong hands with great force. His back slammed against the wall, causing pain throughout his entire spine. But he still kept his mouth shut.

“Do you think Brother Ken is on your side and I can't do anything? A tail that has been raised for a long time The person who lifted it was tired."

"I know, but I can't do what you want."

" Why!!!!!"

“It's already very late. Taekwoon deserves the right to rest. It was clearly stated in the contract,” Yang explained, which was partially true. And he didn't risk saying everything in this situation.

Hongbin pressed a deep smile on the corner of his mouth. "You're lying."

“No,” he replied.

“Then tell me, Taekwoon, which room are you staying in? I will go after him myself.”

“I told you that Taekwoon is resting right now. You shouldn't..ugh."

"Answer is enough!!!! Don't make me any more angry than this. Do you know why? 'Cause I can't control myself And next to that...." Hong Bin pushed Yang's gaunt body to the ground. "Tell me. If you don't tell me, I'll ask Brother Ken myself. You know what will happen, right?”

"The room next to Mr. Ken's room."

"Say the first and it's over." Hong Bin stretched himself to his full height. With the kick of his heels, he left his room. and immediately went to Taekwoon's room He looked down at his watch and saw that the short hand was now pointing at the number two. The corners of the mouth lift up automatically without realizing it. When a thought passes through your head

It'll be fun.

Taekwoon was exhausted and didn't think he could resist the strength of the man on top of him. Ken is strong, fierce, and has a graceful voice. He dropped his face to the pillow and gasped, a warm liquid flashing in the pit of his stomach as Ken's final strokes entered him. The other party still hadn't stopped moving, but they had reduced their strength a lot, allowing them to catch their breath.

"Are you tired?" Ken asked, leaning his face down. while covering his mouth with a hot kiss Desperately searching for sweetness from the mouth cavity With a struggle for breath, he had to protest and lightly pound his forearm.

“Please, let me rest for a bit,” Taekwoon bargained, even though he was in his prime. But they've been doing it almost all night like this. He couldn't take it either.

"Alright, I'll give you a rest to relieve your tiredness."

Very easy, so easy that tech will be intimidated. "Is it true?"

Ken smiled, pressing his nose against his cheek. "Of course. You have the right to rest."

“Thank you.” Taekwoon then fell asleep from exhaustion. He had no idea what Ken's expression looked like next. He didn't know that a large blanket had been lifted to cover him. He didn't know that his own lips were being occupied again and again. And he didn't realize that from now on, a serious monsoon would creep closer to him. little by little

“Why did you come into this room?” a familiar, stern voice asked amidst the darkness in the room without the owner of the room. The visitor smiled and hid it using darkness.

“I just want the owner of the room to go clean up the broken glass,” Hong Bin replied, although he was a little shocked that the people in the room weren't who he had originally hoped. "What about Ken? Why did you come into this room?"

"I'm here to chase the dog," Ken replied, getting up from the sofa in the middle of the room. He walked past his brother. Without forgetting to glance at him with disdain. “If you see him, I beg you to beat him to death. I just hate dogs."

"I didn't think that Ken would be so scared of dogs that he'd have brain damage." Hong Bin turned his head to look Ken in the eye.

Ken pressed a smile to his lips. "I'm not afraid. But his people are afraid.” He deliberately emphasized the word his own people.

“Then please tell my people that dogs aren't scary. If you try to play with it. Guaranteed that you will be impressed."

Ken clenched his jaw. His anger rose so high that he could hardly contain it. “Okay, I'll tell you, but it'll probably be tomorrow. Because tonight he's asleep. We just studied each other a little too much.” Ken concluded with that and walked past his younger brother, who was trembling with anger, with ease. Even though he was annoyed that his younger brother had provoked him,

But in the end, when he came in and saw a white body covered in red love marks, a smile lit up the corner of his mouth. He snuggled into the blanket. Then he held the other person's naked body towards him.

You are mine.........only me.

Another 50%

Three days later at home there was a big celebration after little brother returned from overseas. Taekwoon has been running around all day because he has to prepare all this and that and he completely forgets about lunch. The two long legs took turns walking from the living room back into the kitchen. More than twenty servants were decorating the garden and grounds so as not to disgrace the Yi family's name.

Taekwoon used the back of his hand to wipe away the sweat that was dripping from his hair while his other hand held up a tray of water to serve to the house lord who was sitting sedately in a chair by the pool. Put your outfit in place before walking towards the other person who is already staring at you.

“Water.” He held up a glass filled with a clear liquid to the young man. Strong hands easily took it from him. Then he held it close to his lips. The liquid flowed down slowly. before sending it back

"Sit" is more of a command than a permission. Taekwoon looked at the chair next to him. while walking His strong arms snaked around his waist. Brace your whole body so that it lies high on your lap. Taekwoon was terrified that the tray of water in his hand would spill onto Ken. Giving the opportunity for the tip of the nose to caress the throat without shame from workers who are not nearby.

"Ah, Mr. Ken, please don't." He cleared his throat and moved to get up. If it becomes a big displeasure to the employer Ken grunted in displeasure. His face was so grim that Taekwoon had to remain silent to please him. "He's going to gossip about it," he whispered, the tray in his hand being snatched up and placed on the table. A large hand wrapped around his narrow waist and held him closer than before.

I couldn't care less about the eyes of the workers who started to look at me.

“Why do you care?” Ken replied, his slender fingers caressing Taekwoon's skin through the fabric of his work clothes. “This is my house. What do I want to do and do I have to care about those servants?”

“That's true, but,” Taekwoon said teasingly. Trying not to get carried away by the arousing touch, if that was difficult, his body was faster than fire. Especially under the authority of a man named Ken.

Ken cupped Taekwoon's face under his palm. lean towards him Then he quickly opened his mouth. The greedy kisses only demanded a response from the person on top of them. A hot tongue swept across the area while a free hand traced the thin body beneath the fine cotton shirt. Taekwoon's mouth is so sweet. So sweet that he didn't want to leave.

Just feeling sorry for the inexperienced person, he quickly kissed the full, pink lips three times before pulling the figure to follow him into the room.

This is crazy.

Ken cursed himself. As the body begins to burn Every time he was near Taekwoon, he felt like he was a lustful maniac. His brain kept thinking about this light body, naked and covered in marks from him.

This is too much.

He tried to restrain himself but he didn't slow down.

"Ah," a sweet voice cried out. When he slammed the thin back of his back against the door of his room. Clothes were torn mercilessly while hands danced all over his white body. Taekwoon tried to stop him by pushing his chest with his hand. But it's more about adding fuel to the fire. Ken pressed his body against the thin, hot body.

The aroma from the person in front of him made Ken lose his last sanity. He kissed all over the face that was beginning to color. Slender hands curved up to wrap around his neck as the person in front of him became aroused. Ken didn't have to waste time preparing anything. We were both together from the beginning. He pushed his body onto the bed. before straddling

His slender legs swept around his waist knowingly. The fire of passion burns, we both burn together Ken likes that Taekwoon is hot. But it's innocent. It seems like it's full of experience. But I'm afraid. Ken doesn't sympathize. He beat the rhythm, not caring how much the person beneath him was suffering to death. Because he too

Sweat was drenched as the love activity almost reached its end. At that last moment, both Ken and Taekwoon shrieked in happiness. Ken kissed Taekwoon's neck. Then leave a mark He turned over and lay on the bed. while arranging for the person beneath him to come up on top of him Taekwoon pressed his cheek against his chest.

A slender index finger traced his arm back and forth like a curious child.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, touching his shoulder where there was a tooth mark. Yes, he was the one who bit him. Try not to hurt another person's body senselessly. It's just that it's so difficult. Especially when his emotions went to the top. Seeing Taekwoon's face twisted in pain only helped him reach his climax faster.

Tui's head shook in denial if Ken knew it was a lie. He held his wrists up. A dark purple mark appeared around the white wrist. and when he held the other hand up to compare Marks of this nature were also present on both wrists. "It hurts, just say it hurts," he retorted.

“No, it doesn't hurt one bit,” Taekwoon replied, twisting his body to get rid of the pain in his waist. The hip still had no feeling from the violent blow. Anything that is still connected seems to begin its function again. When Ken started moving his hands along Taekwoon's body."

Are you starting again?" He asked, tilting his head. Ken laughed, pressing his head down for a passionate kiss. His lips were pressed together until it started to hurt if he didn't pull away. On the contrary, Taekwoon even responded. We kissed for a long time until the emotions that had just subsided came rushing in once again. This time, Taekwoon was put on top.

Serves to pamper the overlord Round hips move rhythmically according to the feeling of rest. Sometimes slow, sometimes fast, it doesn't make the atmosphere as hot as a burning fire decrease. On the contrary, it burns both of us to move our bodies closer and closer together. Until finally he cried out with happiness again.

Taekwoon fell asleep as soon as he was made to lie down on the bed. Various stains would still stain his body if he didn't pay attention. Ken probably will too. The tall figure held Taekwoon's naked body in for a hug. A prominent nose pressed against a forehead that was moist with large beads of sweat. Long fingers gently spread across the frame of the face.

As his lips were snatched with countless quick kisses. Before he fell asleep following him...

IV

"END"

Hong Bin sat and looked at that window. His eyes were filled with anger. Yes, he was angry, so angry that he would destroy the work he had planned for him tomorrow just because he saw his brother carry the white-haired servant into the room.

Needless to say, we know what the two of them did.

Why?

He was not inferior to Ken in the slightest.

no

He is superior, and why?

That servant chose Brother Ken instead of him.

Dream on, he'll never let those two be happy.

We will see each other well.

The banquet was organized in a grand manner, worthy of the honor of the old nobles. The eldest son, Lee Jae Hwan or Ken, came in a luxurious navy blue suit. As for the owner of the work like E. Hong Bin came in a white suit. like a god Young women at the event raved about how handsome the two brothers were. Often they try to get close. But they had to save face because both of them, besides not being eye-catching,

Still acting like they're just air

Ken sighed a dozen times when putting on a smile was something he had avoided for five years. He ducked into the kitchen because he didn't want to be around so many people. and let Hong Bin face the guests instead As for him, he was leaning against the kitchen counter and looking at the thin back that was touching this and that until his eyes were blurry. "What are you doing?"

The person who was busy cooking was so startled that the ladle almost fell out of his hand. before turning towards the source of the voice, "Mr. Ken, I'm completely shocked."

Ken stepped closer and didn't mind a bit of the spices floating in the air. He held his thin waist closer to his body and buried his nose on both cheeks. "Do you want me to help console you?"

"Ah, Mr. Ken, please don't. I smell bad." Taekwoon tried to look away. Because I know that my body odor now probably won't smell as good as before. But the other person seemed to ignore his warning. The hot tip of the nose continued to be pressed repeatedly until the whole face was covered. Before his lips were occupied The sweet taste of the kiss was so enticing that I couldn't help but follow it.

The hand that was inserted between the body meant to push out the strong chest, only ripping the expensive shirt until it was crumpled in the hand.

"Still smells good. And your mouth is so sweet.” Ken smiled as red streaks spread across his clear cheeks. Taekwoon is so cute to look at when he's shy. He used his fingertips to knead those pink lips. They were soft and supple and worth kissing countless times. But not before, not now. "Why are you in the kitchen alone?"

Chao moved aside to make it easier for Taekwoon to do his job.

“Oh, other people are out serving. I'll probably be back in a bit,” Taekwoon explained, seasoning the food while speaking. "Do you have something wrong with Mr. Ken?"

"I'm bored," Ken replied simply and took off his outer suit. The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows. Then he picked up a knife and cut off the vegetable. Making those who saw it hurry and shout to stop it.

"Ah, Mr. Ken, it's dangerous. Please leave it to me. Mr. Ken, go sit down and rest first.” Taekwoon reached out to take the knife back, but the other person hid it behind his back.

"Why? I do the same."

"But Mr. Ken is the boss," Taekwoon muttered when he couldn't put the knife back. "Please give me the knife back."

Ken shook his head, “Let me do it. Or do you want me to do something else here?”

"Then just do it. Just cut it. Don't stop." The person who was teased was dissatisfied. and allow the other person to do as he pleases But I couldn't help but smile when I saw that Ken's vegetable chopping skills weren't bad at all. On the contrary, he looked more professional than him.

"I'm good, right? His eyes didn't blink at all." Ken tilted his head up to look.

Taekwoon nodded. Because he saw no point in lying, "Yes, Mr. Ken looks like a chef."

“Actually, I've taken some cooking lessons. But that was a long time ago.”

"Oh, that means Mr. Ken likes to cook."

“Probably so, but what did you cook? Why does it smell strange?"

Taekwoon had to turn around to look at his own pot. and manage seasoning until complete Turn off the lights and look back at the other person. “Would you like a taste?” He held out a spoon filled with delicious yellow soup to Ken, who smiled, a very charming smile.

“Mmm, delicious.” Ken handed the spoon back to Taekwoon. As for himself, he went to wash his hands, "This is Taekwoon."

"yes"

"If one day I don't have any assets Not a billionaire Will you still be by my side?"

Taekwoon's eyebrows furrowed. It's not that I don't understand the question. But what he didn't understand was why Ken asked him that. "Why are you asking such a strange question?"

"Answer first."

Taekwoon smiled and looked at the tall figure in front of him. "Even if Mr. Ken chases me away, I will stick with Mr. Ken and he won't go anywhere."

A strong hand hugged him back, "Thank you."

After successfully collecting the party items Taekwoon was so exhausted that he fell asleep. I couldn't imagine that when I woke up again I would find myself not in the room. But it was somewhere, where it was humid, smelly, and the wrists and ankles were tied together with large chains. Taekwoon turns his wrist to free himself, but ends up causing more damage to himself.

This place is dark. There is no air channel. This meant that even if Taekwoon shouted until his vocal cords were severed, no one would hear him. Questions popped up in my head. How did he come to be there?

The only light that gives Taekwoon hope is The door was slightly open. It is not locked from the outside. But his hopes were dashed by the knowledge that he could not cut off the chains that bound his wrists and feet.

"Help, please help me."

quiet---

"Is there anyone outside? I'm in here. I've been captured. Please help me."

quiet

There is no person behind the door. In fact, there was probably no one there at all, just him and the torture device on a metal tray. Next to it was a bed full of rust stains. It looked like it had been used countless times. Which he didn't want to freak out over.

He couldn't imagine any form of use it had ever been used for.

"Bang!!!" The only way out was snatched away. The door that was once open closed. along with the shadow of someone very familiar Taekwoon wishes for the other person to come closer. Only the other party hid himself in the darkness.

“Who are you?” Taekwoon shouted. The chains clanked loudly as he tried to undo them.

“Let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone. Please, let me go." My pleas were useless. When the killer walks through the shadows and into the light. The knife in his hand was sharp. But it wasn't as scary as the person holding it.

"You.. Hongbin?"

A cruel smile slowly appeared on his once bright face. What is this? Why did the Yi family's young master take him? Why??

“Surprised, there are a million questions in your head, right? I know,” said a cold voice, as if sitting inside. Taekwoon was numb with fear as the knife moved closer and closer to his throat.

“Oh, spare my life, please.” Taekwoon's tears streamed down his face. He's so scared. Mr. Ken, please help me.

“Heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh heh,” a loud laugh sounded out as Hong Bin's face contorted. “Keep dreaming, someone like you isn't worthy of me sparing my life.”

"Huh. What did I do wrong? Huh. Why would you take my life?"

Taekwoon's chin was squeezed hard. He felt like his jaw was about to break under another person's iron pliers. “How wrong is it that you didn't choose me?”

"I chose you. What does that mean? Oh." The back of his hand slammed into his face until the strong taste of blood was on the tip of his tongue.

“Don't act like you don't know.” Hongbin presses the tip of the knife onto Taekwoon's forearm, cutting a long line down. Oh, that's the kind of shrieking he likes to hear. Sing it again, sing it out

"Ugh, I'm hurt, Mr. Hongbin. Ugh."

“If you had chosen me from the beginning, you wouldn't have had this ending.”

Out of his mind, this man has lost his mind.

“Doing this will make me choose you or what?” Taekwoon stared at the other's face. His previous fear of death seemed to disappear, as if he had surrendered and was ready to fight to preserve his dignity before dying.

“No!” Hong Bin replied, a vicious smile tugging at the corner of his mouth that was so disgusting it made Taekwoon nauseous. “But it satisfied me.”

"mental disorder"

“Haha,” Hong Bin burst out laughing, “Yes, I am like that. Everyone says that and you know what? None of those people died well.”

Tears burned in his throat but Taekwoon held them back as hard as he could. “You won't die either.” The knife stabbed deeply into Taekwoon's stomach. The tip of the knife went everywhere and Taekwoon pursed his lips to keep the sound from coming out. In the end, he was defeated.

“They all say things like this. But I don't see what's wrong with me.”

"Ugh, you're not a person."

"Huh, your mouth is really good. Brother Ken must like your mouth."

Taekwoon stared intently at the other's face.

“It is a pity that you will have to die today.”

"Then go ahead and kill me. What are you waiting for?"

“If you think I'm going to ask for your sympathy, There is no way, I would rather die.”

“Yes, you will definitely die.” The blade was placed on Taekwoon's Adam's apple. It slowly cut down and the smell of blood became more pungent with each moment. He forced his eyes to open wide to look at the face of the person who was taking his breath away for as long as possible, his consciousness fading every moment. It would be better if he could see Ken's face one more time. "Goodbye, Mr. Ken."

Ken dropped the gun on the hard cement floor. With the body of the person in front of him falling to the ground, bright blood flowed over that body. The white suit was soaked and dyed red, parts of his brain seeping through his skull and scattered on the floor.

His hand trembled as it touched the tip of the nose of the person known as the Breathless Younger Brother.

Hong Bin is dead.

And he is a murderer.

Ken's knee slammed as he sat next to his brother's corpse. Suddenly a feeling surged in my chest. He couldn't breathe. As he looked around the secret underground chamber that he had never stepped foot in, in the corner of it were several skeletons left behind. You don't have to tell me who it is.

These unlucky people were people that Ken used to like. But he was taken away by Hong Bin. He couldn't imagine that his own younger brother would do this to his own people.

Wild, ruthless, cruel beyond humanity.

He was stupid to think that those people had been abandoned by Hong Bin and could never be seen again. They had been killed without any resistance.

excuse me

Ugh, I'm sorry.

“K-Mr. Ken, is that right?” A weak voice called out Ken's consciousness, which was stuck with guilt for coming to the present world. He rushed to Taekwoon's blood-soaked body.

“Taekwoon, hold on tight, I'll help you.” He ran back and grabbed the gun he had thrown away just now, then aimed it at the link of the chain that bound his men. Pulling the trigger, he rushed over to support Taekwoon's injured body.

"So glad to see Mr. Ken's face again. Ugh."

“Don't say anything right now. I don't want to hear anything.”

Taekwoon smiled as he reached out his hand that felt like a weight of iron and touched Ken's face. "I love you. Just wanted you to know."

“If you love me, don't let anything happen. Don't!! I will never give up on you, do you hear that!!!”

“I love you.”

“Taekwoon!!!!!!”

Winter has arrived. Snow covered the streets until they were white. At the grave, too, white roses were placed in place of the original ones that had withered. A gloved hand touched the name tag, brushing away the snow covering the letters, revealing the name of the person lying on its dead side.

e

Hong

fly

Ken shoved his hands back into his pockets. “Are you still angry at me?”

“Are you okay there? You're cursing at me.” Ken pursed his lips and blinked before continuing, “I'm not rushing to find you yet. I know you won't forgive me and neither will I. I will never forgive you for what you did, but I will never forget that you are my younger sibling. See you again. Next year I will come back again.

I'll bring you these flowers."

Ken returns to the car. huddle inside Then he cried silently as the guilt still consumed him every night. The gunman who had killed his younger brother had escaped the law. But the law of karma is difficult to avoid. After taking care of Hong Bin's death, Ken didn't forget to give the money to the person his brother killed.

Given in the name of an anonymous donor, he visits their families sometimes if he has a chance.

He drove and came to the house. Pass the cloak to the servant. and walked upstairs

“Why didn't you just invite me?” A sweet voice moaned when he saw him step into the room. That pouty face was adorable to look at and this was the reason why Ken chose not to end his life to atone for his sins.

“Because it's cold.” Ken held his body close to his body and pressed a kiss to the thin petals that were there, dissatisfied. before inserting his tongue to scoop up the sweetness inside

“I can bear it,” Taekwoon muttered, burying his face in his warm chest.

“But I can't stand it.” Ken raised his small chin to look at him. “I cannot bear to see you suffer any more cold or suffering. Please understand me.”

A faint smile appeared on Taekwoon's face. "You can't lock me in a bedroom like this."

“Are you bored already?”

“Oh, I'm bored.” When he saw Ken's scowling face, Taewoon let out a laugh. Teasing a touchy person is really fun. “I was joking, just being next to you makes me happy. Even if I were locked up in a cage like a mouse, I would accept it.”

“Such a sweet mouth.” Ken leaned his face down so close that Taekwoon quickly raised his hand to cover his mouth.

“Already tasted this. I don't think I have to taste it again.”

Ken held out his hand. Then lightly touched his lips. “It's never enough, it's never enough.”

“Really greedy,” Taekwoon laughed hysterically. Sending his arms up to wrap around his thick neck. “So what are you waiting for?”

“Then you will regret saying this.”

“Guess I'll be so sad that I'll moan loudly throughout the room.”

“I love you so much.”

“Me too.”

love slave

---FIN---

It's finished. Yay! Light fireworks to celebrate. The ending might be a little confusing. Haha. I apologize.

I probably wouldn't ask to comment ^^

Let's take what is convenient for everyone. This kind of thing cannot be forced.

Thank you for coming to read.