Trap Me Inside

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/55641817.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Category: M/M
Fandom: Sadistic Beauty (Webcomic)
Relationships: Byun Minho/Original Character(s), Byun Minho & Cha Wookyung
Characters: Byun Minho, Cha Wookyung, Other Character Tags to Be Added
Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Subspace, Subdrop, Discipline, Punishment, Self-Defense,
Safewords, Past Rape/Non-con, Sadism, S&M, Military
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2024-05-03 Updated: 2024-06-23 Words: 34,010 Chapters:
16/?
 Trap Me Inside
by Mariabelladonna

Summary

Wookyung is a late Prime Dom, developing late at the age of 16. He become more attached to
his instinct, and starts to have sex with multiple subs. He met Byun Minho who's teaching in
Hanguk University. He commented poorly to his taste. Wookyung become addicted to the
professor, and tries to subdue him with his pheromones. Minho is a sub, but his instinct
refused to that, he can't submit himself creating a big imagine of him towards others.
Everyone thought that he's a Dom because of his look, and how he can't react to any Doms.
 Late Bloom

"Are you fucking nuts, WOOKYUNG! " Wookyung lowering his head, listening to his
mother nagging him after he was caught wandering outside school with his uniform on.

"If you don't like your new school, you could have just said it! " 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵. He whispered, looking at the flower vase on the table.

"What's your reason for you to skip school all day!? " crossing her arms.

"I, I think I don't like the school. " he replied to his mother who's sitting on the opposite side.

"YOU THINK? What kind of excuse is that! It's not even a good reason. " frown to her son.

Wookyung is a Dom, the youngest son of Ms. Cha. Her eldest son is Cha Woon is also a
Dom, a pride she knows will forever remain.

"I don't like the school... " Wookyung said to the chairwoman—sitting there with her irritated
expression.

"So? At least give me a good reason. " 𝘔𝘴. 𝘊𝘩𝘢, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢
𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦. She stood up leaving, Wookyung who's sitting there still wearing his school
uniform.

"Tsk..."

Wookyung took a deep breathe, and lean his back on the couch—stood up just to wander
around. Mimicking his mother as he walks around the office. Suddenly his mother's assistant
came in after 20 minutes on talk with the boss.

"Sir, your mother told me to drop you by home now. " he fixing his uniform, adjusting the
necktie.

"Ok..."

"What's dinner tonight? " he asked.

"I do not know..." He did not even bother to ask again, these people don't like him.

"But is there anything you want to eat? " the assistant asked Wookyung who's sitting at the
back seat.

"Steak...that's all. " he replied to him, leaning his back as he watch the lights of this city.

"Ok, understood. "

They arrive in no time. He goes down first before Wookyung, opening the door for him.
He came home with irration. His mother is so demanded, he blames all this to his father, and
to his older brother. He frown his face. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳...𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺
𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯- before
he could even finished what he was just muttering, his older brother Cha Woon was standing
there holding a paper bag from shopping. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦
𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺...

His older brother is loving, caring, and smart. Even the shareholders likes him, they favor
him over the son's mistress. The thing is, he doesn't know how to listen to his mother. He
follows his heart more than what should have done. He works, sure. If he didn't, what do you
think will happen to him? But what his mother's wants is not being perceived. Avoiding her
as possible.

Cha Woon immediately brighten his eyes as he sees his younger brother: Cha Wookyung.

"Wookyung! " 𝘶𝘩... "How's your day, hyung. " he did not ask sincerely. "YOU GREW taller!
" he adjusted himself from his hug. "You just got busier, you were only gone for a week. " as
he still in his grasp. "You're so tall! You're only 16. " he said with a grin on his face. "Yeah,
I'm a Dom after all. " he snorted. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘋𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳. "Oh
right! What do you want to eat tonight? " placing the paper bag on the table. "Steak, you
cook? " he asked just to tease the older brother. "Yep. " Wookyung raised his eyebrows.
"When did you learn how to cook? " he asked joshly. "My partner told me to cook everytime.
" he said with a blush on his face. 𝘏𝘶𝘩?

__________

"Wookyung, we're not done yet. You're going to apologize to your teachers. " Ms. Cha sitting
next to her son: Wookyung. "Yes, mother. " he replied. "Tsk. I can't believe that mistress gave
birth to a prime Dom. " she snorted. Not that Wookyung is not one, none of the family finds it
yet. For his age, his glare is too strong that his teachers would start to get heat. "If your older
brother is not only a Dom...why would he even marry a man with low background. " mutters.
𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. He said rolling his eyes thinking about how he can't do
anything for himself. Now his older brother can fuck his sub anytime he wants without
getting eyed everytime.

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘵𝘰𝘰...

"Sorry, Mrs. Kang...i won't do it again. " he politely said to his female teacher around her 50s.
"You know I wouldn't report you unnecessarily, I was just worried about you are not
attending my class for a days straight now. Skipping your classes is not ok. " She said to
Wookyung sitting next to his mother. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱
𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥...The teacher is so strict that Wookyung once needed to use the
restroom, but the teacher told him not to go because there's special guest going around the
school. He cannot forget how his side back always hurts, and he even starts to feel chest pain.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵.

"I apologize as well, I must take a good look to him next time. I'm really sorry for the trouble.
" said Ms. Cha sitting so expensive.

"Wookyung is an excellent student. He ranked in the chart, and get the highest score. If this
continue, his grades would be pulled out. " Wookyung clenched on his tight, and frown his
face. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺.

__________

"Hey, Wookyung! " approach one of his friends from different classes.

"Look at this magazine I bought...hehehe." Showing an explicit content inside. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦...handling the latest Magazine on Wookyung's table. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨...𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺? Said Wookyung's friend, standing on his back. Wookyung is
not saying anything, his focus is only on the explicit magazine. They are whispering all
together. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵...𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴? 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳
𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨? He's too focused on the magazine, started to turn red when he sees their
expression, a heat inside his body surpassing his thoughts, it's his instinct. 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩...𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘐
𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘪'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘣. Said the one who brought the magazine. "FUCK, YEAH! "
he replied loudly to him.

He gulped, saying nothing, and just continue to stare at magazine.

The second page; there's a woman spreading her legs by herself as a female Dom stepping on
her. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺~ 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈! Said the one on his side

He pants as he feels a heat inside him; a shake on his shoulder, and an intense sweat. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵...
when Doms sees someone in agony or making erotic expression they get a hard on. His porn
history says it alll. 𝘍𝘜𝘊𝘒! 𝘐'𝘔 𝘏𝘈𝘙𝘋!

"What's that! " said the teacher after hearing the female students screaming on the class,
seeing Wookyung, and his friends reading freely that adult magazine.

"...That's not mine." He said, denying he brought it all here in school. He even went to
Wookyung's class room just to show it off to him. How did he even have that? Wookyung got
involved, including his three friends. He still in silence, how odd. He did not try to protest,
claim he did nothing wrong, he just sat there looking so sick; he turned pale, and his lips
turned purple.

Those are Doms it's normal to their instinct to react. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳
𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴?...one of them asked who's sitting next to Wookyung.

"Yes. You know this is not ok! "

"But!...sorry, please don't call my parents..." Making a cute, and begging face.

He feel numb, and his head starts to feel dizzy, even his vision starts to blur. Suddenly his
legs starts to shake like crazy, and he starts to panic, feeling the sore in his muscles. He fell
down, and can't stand up. Is he new to feel this? Is this even normal to his instinct?
"WOOKYUNG! WHAT'S WRONG!? " As she tries to pick the boy up carefully, protecting
his head. But Doms are bigger, and stronger aren't they? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘋𝘰𝘮...?

__________

6:27pm "Good evening, may I know if you're the guardian or the parent? " asked the doctor.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘬?...Ms. Cha was there bitting her thump nail, walking
around feeling anxious. "What happened to my son? " blocking the two, she asked, showing a
fear on her face. "May I talk to you for a minute, Ma'am. "

" Mr. Kim, you may leave first. " he immediately nod to the chairwoman, and left the guest
room. Ms. Cha, sat on the sofa while the doctor is sitting on the opposite side.

"Sorry, if this is going to be quite a bad note. " he said adjusting his eyeglasses.

"Is your son starts showing unusual action? "

"Like? No, I think he's fine... "

"Hmm...i see. So, his current situation did not show any symptoms. This would lead him a
bad health. "

Ms. Cha fixing her posture, and listens carefully to the doctor's news.

"Did you notice the sudden change on his physical appearance? "

"He grew taller in just a week...that's all I notice. "

He adjusting again his glasses as he reads the result of Wookyung's file. He sighed, and lean a
ittle forward to Ms. Cha, who's sitting there with concern on her face.

Of course, her son is a Dom that's her trait, her pride. If her son is a switch, everything will
turn into nothing. All the hard work will turn into mess.

"Your son is a hyper Dom. However, he blooms late. He have problems with his instinct, this
will lead also a problem with his physical, and mental health. Hyper Dom should be stronger,
and in the contrast of your son situation right now..." holding his eyeglasses. "Before he was
born, only a few sign of trait shows to say that he's a Dom...he never fully develop into a
prime. " He looked over his shoulder seeing Wookyung on the next room laying there in pain
on his face. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯...𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦.

Ms. Cha crossed her arms, and yelled to the doctor. "THAT'S IMPOSIBLE! Even if he is
given a prime to be hyper Dom, what's the problem! Is it not natural!? " she assertively said,
and asked.

"It's a rare case to him. Once a hyper Dom was born their body will contain antidote, so their
body is stronger than an average Dom. There's no problem with the pheromone as well..."

Ms. Cha is in fear that her son might have a problem in the future. The discrimination against
switch, and sub is what she fears the most. If her only Dom son was found to be a failed
prime that means she also failed to inherit the power she deserves. So what? She's a Prime
Dom, she can always find a way to cover these things up.

"Does that mean, he might turn into switch if he fail to develop? " Ms. Cha, asked the doctor
as she stares at the white tile floors. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭
𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

Wookyung stayed in the hospital for awhile. He can't do anything, but to sit, and lay down as
days passed. Ms. Cha, and her assistant will leave the hospital after visiting for an hour, and
attend meetings later. She contacted Cha Woon for a meeting. Her Dom son that fail to
impress her.

"Mr. Kim... "

"Yes, Ma'am? "

"Cover the file, and replace it with someone. I do not want anyone to find this out. I paid
them enough not to place the file in public, and here's the original file. Burn it after. " she
sighed, clenching her teeth. She felt betrayed, but doesn't know why. 𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. She murmur in the back seat.

"What..." Said Cha Woon with a shock, and concern on his face. "I'll move Wookyung
somewhere, do not visit or call him at least for a short time. Give your little brother a space. "
she said as she puts her food in her mouth.

"Why? What happened? You said it's ok to-" he insisted to let him visit at least a day.
"Enough with your questions, and requests! This is your fault! If you did not get married so
early, you could have been a help to me! "

"But mother, didn't I do great? " he firmly believes he did everything he could do for his
mother. Looking at her with that disappointment on her face is not surprising. "What even
great thing you are talking about? Making that bag trash into a purse? Come on! " she snorts.
"If you only know how to listen, you won't be in this situation. Tsk, just eat. "

"I'll contact you. You'll be busier, so make sure you have your schedule free. " she said
ignoring every footstep. "Yes, mother. " she pats her son's shoulder, and entered her car. "See
you then. "

"See you again mother. "

Cha Woon, and his mother barely see each other. Their relationship starts to get colder after a
year. When Ms. Cha, found out that Cha Woon is secretly going somewhere every after
meeting, she starts to get suspicious, and hired someone to follow him around. She can't
believe that her perfect, obedient—eldest son is secretly dating a Sub with a low family
background. Of course she confronted him, but he did not protest, he knows he's wrong for
not telling her about that, and left the house without saying anything. He somehow despite
Wookyung. A feelings that he also despite himself. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳...he said to himself, feeling dejected. When Wookyung wasn't born yet, all he could
do is to listen to his mother's demand. Now, Wookyung is the most priority, since Woon
disobeyed her will. His mother made sure that he'll keep intact, so that he can sometimes be a
help. He checked his wrist watch, and walks towards his car parking next to the building.

__________

"You'll be studying at home. Home school is better. " said Ms. Cha to Wookyung who's
sitting next to her.

He's been in the hospital for a week, he also lost weight due to lack of appetite. He doesn't
even have the energy to think something erotic or jerk off for a moment. Mr. Kim, visits him
there each night too, would drop anything he requested to bring him. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦
𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘬...He still cannot understand why, and what's happening. Looking in the car
window as it goes faster to reach their destination, he leaned his back looking at his mother's
reflection.

"What happened..." Wookyung asked his mother. She growled again from irritation;
frustration on her face.

"I'll tell you something, and you better listen to me. " she said. "Ok, mother. " he ignored her,
and just focused to watch the beautiful scenery here. The road is stiff, and there's a lot of
trees. You barely see a house in that area, and it will take you 15 minutes on ride before you
could even see your neighbor.

𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. Yawning, and starts to falling asleep. 𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. Said Ms. Cha watching Wookyung who's sleeping next to her.

In his sleep, he can feel the soft—refreshing wind blowing his hair in waves. Trees with
exaggerating color of dark, and light green. A saturated sun set, and a warm breeze brought
by the ocean.

"Wookyung, we're here. "

When he opened his eyes, he was amazed to see a large garden; with large statue on each
side; and a fountain in the middle. It's their mansion here near the ocean. Wookyung needed
to gain his strength, if she move him away from the city for awhile, he sure will gain energy,
and become the Dom prime she always wanted for her son. She only have him, her pride, and
she'll do anything to get that.

The mistress have a Dom prime son, and same goes to her. She just need to make sure that
Wookyung will turn to be a healthy prime. She never expected this, can't believe that her son
is a prime. Since he late to show the instinct of a prime Dom, he's sickness was never shown
too. That means his antidote fail to spread, making him not to heal faster.

"You'll be staying here for awhile. Maybe a year or two. " 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵...

"But-"
"No buts! Just listen to me. " she said looking at him. She sat to the couch, and puts out a
brown envelope. "You see, you're health is in trouble. First, we're needing you to take a rest.
Then, again you'll gain more strength, and become more better. " 𝘚𝘰...𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨? He said
jokingly to himself.

"You'll be staying here for a while, you may do whatever you want. As long as you behave
well, I'll be busier since I'm living afar. You have your nannies, and your home school
teacher. "

So, Wookyung will be alone by himself at night? Or the nannies will stay here all night?
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Chapter Notes

Re-read them again, cause I sometimes add more...and fix them.

Wookyung is all alone in the mansion. He just walks around to see the large garden from the
outside. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺. He murmuring, and tapping the plants.

He came to the front gate after seeing a figure of a car. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘣𝘰𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦? He said coming closer to see. "Good evening. " said to him by a man wearing a white
uniform. "Oh, who're you? " he said raising his two eyebrows. Still politely greeting him
though. He didn't even hesitate to open the gate for the unknown man, and just let him get in.
It's obvious he's here to for a service. He went go first, before him.

𝘏𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. He said to himself, and just let go a sighed. Or maybe he just got a
type with men with nice body build, and a cute or pretty face.

Wookyung watching the cook preparing his food. It's western food again. He did request it,
so what's the long fade? After he's done with, he land the plate in front of Wookyung with
spoon, and fork aside. A large one proportion just for the young master. 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘧
𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘸. He whispered, staring at it without any excitement. He always eats like this, nothing's
new. "Sir, do you want anything else? " asked the cook. "This is good, thank you so much. "
said so polite, and with that smile on his face again.

He eats as the cook prepare for his leave. He takes a little bite, and stares at the food again for
a seconds. He might be not in the mood to eat, how odd. He always choose this dishes, and
he even mentioned how he always would eat it. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦.

He waits for Wookyung to finish his food, but the boy told him to leave already, and be
careful on his way home. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘪𝘳...?

"Yes, please have a good night. " he said as he lay the spoon on the side of the plate. The
cook bowed his head, and left Wookyung who's sitting there by himself in the large dinning
table.

He stood up throwing the food that was prepared especially for him. "I don't have an appetite.
" he said as he pours the soup of the stew. "Food tastes sucks, even the hospital food is shit. "
he said leaving the plate on the large sink with spiral design.

"Everything is sucks. " he said kicking the air. His mood suddenly changed, making him
more irritated, feeling neglected after someone cooked two dishes only for him. Who cares?
His mother paid that cook for private service anyway. Everything is always connected to
money. 𝘛𝘴𝘬! 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

He walks towards the veranda, and watch the sun to dusk. 𝘈𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰
𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. He muttered, leaning to the front rail: it is a glass rail with wooden end. "This place
is so empty. Where's the nannies anyway..." He said assuming that the one who'll take care of
him is a Dom.

He watch the scenery feeling the cold breeze. "I guess the view is the only one good here. "

He went back inside, and sat on the large couch facing the large TV connected to the white
marble wall. Still waiting for his nannies, but there's still no one coming. It's already
midnight, where are they?

"The TV is nice, watching porn here would be great. " 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘤𝘥...he
snorted, and lean his back on the couch. He lifted his head, and sees the spiral glass
chandelier on the white marble ceiling.

"When will I get laid..."

The doorbell starts to bell. Wookyung stood up to see who is it. "Hyung? "

"Wookyung! " greeted by the loving older brother. Wookyung immediately opened the gate
for him.

"Hyung, why're you here? " he asked walking first before him. "Why? You don't want to see
me? " teasing the boy. 𝘌𝘳𝘳𝘮𝘮...𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘢. He keep it to himself, don't want to hurt his feelings.

Cha Woon hugged his little brother, feeling dejected the whole day. Wookyung immediately
pushed his older brother away, but the older brothers always like to play, he insisted knowing
he's stronger than the young Dom.

"Hyung, I'm not a kid anymore. " he said still in his brother's grasped. "But you are~" teasing
him.

Wookyung feel so lonely, but since Cha Woon is here, he feel a little better now. For some
reason, he hates it. He despite him after he disappeared, and got married to a low life sub.
Now, Wookyung is the one who's beeing monitored day by day. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘺𝘰𝘶.

He always feel competitive towards anyone, especially to his older brother. Maybe because
he's scared to see his mother's disappointed face again. He always hates him for being
perfect, and one day he starts to change, just to disappear insight, and came back again. Ms.
Cha, lost it after her eldest son got married out of nowhere. She even hired someone to look
for him, only to found out he got married to someone else: a fucking low life sub. If
Wookyung is not the youngest child, he probably would do the same to Cha Woon, so he
would know how it feels to be ignored, and rejected.

"Hey, what did you eat tonight? " he asked Wookyung while taking his shoes off.
...𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯?

"Hey! Mom told me you should eat more healthy foods! " he yelled at his youngest brother.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. Placing his shoes in the shoe shelter next to the large
door.

Wookyung standing there trying to think so hard. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬... 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. He can't remember anything awhile ago. Seeing Wookyung having a
trouble makes him weaker.

"Hey, are you ok? " he asked him. Wookyung looked at his brother scratching his head.

"Ah...HAHAHA! " he laughed at Wookyung's scared reaction. Wookyung narrow his eyes
trying to remember what he had just ate. "If you haven't eaten anything, I'll cook you
something. " walking before Wookyung.

"Anyway, how's your whole day here? Was it boring? " Wookyung scratched his head again,
still can't remember if he had dinner or not. "You could say that. " he replied to his older
brother.

Cha Woon still have a heartache every time he looks at Wookyung. But since Wookyung is
the Prime Dom now, his hatred towards him decrease. He knows his mother won't bother him
again, and again, and again. As long as he done better to their company, there won't be any
problem.

Wookyung glance at his brother walking forward to the kitchen. Cha Woon called for him,
and he stood there watching the beef stew, and steak on the sink.

"Did you threw it? " he asked Wookyung. He can't remember he did that, and he doesn't
understand why would he do that.

"I...i don't know. " clenching on his shirt. Cha Woon making a face of disdain. No matter
what, both of them have hatred in their hearts towars each other. Secretly hiding it to not hurt
each other.

Cha Woon can't somehow understand why his mother still siding on Wookyung despite his
personality, and action. He disobeyed his mother's law in order to be freed. Wookyung
sometimes do things just because he's bored. He sometimes ignore his older brother's phone
call because he doesn't want to be lecture about. So for the both of them, it's a secret hate
towards each other like how other siblings would feel if their parent favor one.

It's his first time to see him making that face, Wookyung can't understand why his brother
making that face...𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...

What happened? Why is he even here...

"You could have at least put it on the fridge. " he said, lecturing him again. Placing the Pat on
the side, and the damaged plate.
"I said, I do not remember. " he replied to his older brother who's standing there, crossing his
arms after.

**__________**

"Wookyung is a Prime. " Ms. Cha said to Cha Woon. He was shocked because he never
showed any sign of being a prime.

Being a prime means everything. Once you're a prime, you can take down on Doms, turning
them into switch. Thus their pheromones is very strong, unlike Wookyung. His doesn't affect
anyone, and even if you're young, if you're a prime, you're always be stronger than anyone.
Your body will contain antidote, your scent will affect others basing on your emotions.
Wookyung is nothing like that, and he recently got sick. Primes don't get sick in days, maybe
there's something being mistaken on his genes, and instinct.

"I know we have a deal. But it's for your brother's sake. " Ms. Cha, said to her eldest son
who's sitting there listening to every word she said.

"But, I have my own-" she growled at her son, making him bowed his heads little. How dare
him to demand, as if he did something to make the chairwoman impress her.

"Why the fuck that's matter? You married without telling me, and that fucking low life Sub
got you heating up! You're forgetting you're a Dom!? " she said assertively.

"Mother...he's not just a fucking low life sub...he's my husband, please mind to respect him. "

"Fuck it. You should have know better. I even set you up with a perfect sub, and she's a
female sub! " she said to him.

He cannot reply to her anymore, her arguments is fully detailed. If Wookyung is being treated
differently from him because he's a prime, what about him who's a Dom but doesn't know
how to control his sub?

Doesn't matter, Wookyung, and him are just blood related, they are both completely different
from other things anyway. If their mother favor Wookyung, that won't be a problem to him to
do anything he wants, but somehow, he wished his mother to be more kinder to him.

__________

"Wookyung if you're not feeling well, you can sleep now. I'll contact your nannies. "
Wookyung going upstairs, leaving his older brother downstairs.

The mansion has its 15 rooms, and the hallway is big enough to ride a motor around. He
sighed, and went to his room.

The wide bed is facing the marble wall with a large TV connected to the wall; the two sides
of the bed have two small drawers; there's a wardrobe next to the large plant with a curve.
Inside, you can still see the beautiful scenery here; the wave of the ocean hits the rocks, and
next to the log is a boat.
Wookyung threw himself on the bed, and stares at the ceiling for a minutes. The lights are
off, and he can feel the stress already. He never like the cold, he hates it. That's why he even
requested to move to L.A to New York just for vacation.

"What a day. " murmur of him. He side himself to see the beautiful scenery in his room.
While thinking so hard, he starts to feel a little dizzy.

He looks down feeling something weird between his legs. He got hard for unknown reason,
and starts feeling to touch his dick to release.

"Huh...i never feel this before. " he said, he took his pants off, and went to the wardrobe. He
immediately flops himself there, holding to the edge of the marble stand. 𝘜𝘨𝘩~
𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘩...𝘯𝘨𝘩...he pants, and pants. Releasing a exhausted whines. "I'm going crazy. "

__________

"Good morning. " said the lady in her 20. Sitting to the opposite side of the couch, talking to
Cha Woon. It's 8am in the morning, and Wookyung still asleep on the wardrobe, he doesn't
know his nannies is already here.

Feeling exhausted, he's sleeping on the wardrobe, can't help himself to get up to the bed, and
just threw the clothes on the floor to sleep in.

Wookyung stays in his room the whole day; he doesn't feel good, all his muscles starts to
sore. He just lay there, and watch the sun to dusk again.

The lady waiting for him to go downstairs, but there's no sign of Wookyung. She's worrying
because Cha Woon told her to take a good care of his health, and don't push him into eating
what he doesn't want to. So, she goes upstairs to meet him for the first time. Suddenly she
feel the heat down on her legs. She immediately go downstairs again, and wait for him to go
by himself.

He is still there, and it's mid night. No eating at all. The lady feeling anxious, and thinking the
boy must be super tired, and must not be bothered in his rest.

While he was still on his room, she can feel a liquid coming out between her two legs. She
feels the urge to finger herself for awhile.

She went to her own room, and spread her legs, showing her pink panties. She slowly taking
it off as a sticky white thing is also coming out. It's an instinct of an ordinary sub.

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨... As she stick her two middle fingers inside her, releasing a soft
whines. 𝘜𝘨𝘩...𝘈𝘩𝘩~ going down, and up of circular motion. Holding back her moans, and
continue to do it. The sound of sticky skin is echoing in her room. She lifted her dress in her
upper shoulder, showing her bra. She took it off, and starts to play with her nipple. 𝘜𝘨𝘩𝘩~~~
𝘈𝘏𝘏~ she came in no time, and pants again. This doesn't satisfy her, as the pheromones of
Wookyung still entering her room. She moved a little, and bend her sent. She stares at her
hand with white fluid sticking in her two middle fingers. 𝘜𝘨𝘩𝘩...𝘈𝘩~ she stick three fingers,
and thrust herself, rubbing her clit.
"Oh no...is he a Dom? " she asked herself, she can smell Wookyung strong scent from down
stairs. Since he's starting to develop a new instinct, his pheromones is also getting stronger.

She can't handle the scent of a prime Dom, and immediately grabbed the bag next to her. She
took out a dildo with 7 inches big. At first she's hesitating, but she shove it inside her anyway,
and play again with her nipples. The dildo vibrate too, so she doesn't need to worry about
moving her own.

She lay on her bed feeling that thing moving fast inside out.
 Loving Brother
Chapter Notes

Please, re-read them sometimes. I keep fixing them, and add more.

I'll explain in the next chapter what's their rules, and position!

"Good morning, young master. " greeted by the nanny.

"Goodmorning. " he replied, looking down from head to toe. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴
𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦...he whispered.

She's only here in day, and she have to leave after her time. Wookyung is too sick, and can't
even lift a finger to feed himself. He does not anything in his hands, everything turned numb.
Why did they let a sub with low stamina to take care off to a late bloom prime? Cha Woon
already explained everything to her, and both of them agreed.

"How's you night, sir? " she asked him nicely.

"Just fine..." Effortlessly reply. He can't move a lot, his muscles are sore, and he lost his
appetite.

She's 20, d cup size, and shorter than Wookyung. She has a pale skin, and a natural red lips.
A complete perfection of sub ideal for play. Does this do why Wookyung thought she's
familiar? Even Wookyung is amazed by her figure.

She blushed seeing, Wookyung sitting on the dining. He doesn't release any pheromones, but
she got aroused. Even a female Dom would easily can tame a sub with low stamina; just like
her. Never mind, she only here to take care of him anyway.

Wookyung is trying to take a moment to eat, but looks like his body can't help. He's no been
eating for a whole day, he just lay on his bed, and did nothing. Even playing or watching
movies on that large TV screen.

"May I have water..." He weakly request to her.

"Yes. " putting the napkin on the side, and prepare, Wookyung a juice instead. Thinking that
would be better, but it didn't.

Wookyung looked at the glass of juice aside for him. He feel a little bit of disappointed, and
just leave immediately. He stood up, walking away. She was confused, and doesn't know
what she just did. Why he's walking away? He hasn't finished his food yet...𝘉𝘶𝘵, 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦
𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴...she approached him, holding onto
his arm.

"Tsk! What do you know! " Wookyung kicked the small chair beside the large vase, hitting
the glass table on the corner. It's a far than expected, looks like he's gaining more strength
now.

"It's your first day here, yet you can't do anything! " his mood begun to change as days
passes. He was a teenager, a late bloom trying to recover. So, it's hard to express your
emotions when it's starts to mix together.

When Doms are dissapointed, they release a scent where Subs can't take. They avoid any
inconvenience when Doms are around. Especially Wookyung, he's a late developing prime.
His body is weak; his pheromones still in the process of developing a new instinct: greater,
and stronger.

When primes are born, their body won't react immediately to heat, and punishment. Even
prime Subs are stronger than an average Dom. They don't get heat unless they want to be
punished by the one who they chose. They have the ability to pick who'll be their own master,
and only react If they want to. Ordinary subs are weaker, and easily to tame. There's still
instinct needed to satisfy, make the subs feel loved after punishment, they are precious that
needed to be take care of after play.

If a prime dom is born, their body won't react so much, even their mood won't be affected
after.

She feel dejected by the Dom, and immediately apologize to him. As an Instinct of sub, she
starts crying, and holding his long sleeve.

__________

"I'm sorry, sir..."

"It's ok...sigh, I'll sent you home later. " Cha Woon said to the girl kneeling on the floor. She's
a sub, in heat. Cha Woon immediately turned his head to Wookyung who's asleep already
after a mood changed.

"I was just trying to give him a better drink...i thought I did-" 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵
𝘵𝘰𝘰. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵.

"I know...I'm sorry. It was my first time to be a nanny..."

"I understand. " he pats her head to make her feel a little better. Subs like to be praised, and to
be comforted after. She whines, and release a scent of a sub in dejection.

"Please, just stand up. " he said holding his nose.

She slowly stood up. Uneven breath, and a little loose of her yellow dress with pattern of
pink flowers. Her nipples starts to show in that piece of fabric she's wearing.
Chan Woon immediately stood up as well, and opened the door for the both of them to leave
the mansion. Can't let Wookyung get awake by that sweet scent of a sub in heat.

"How did you get so much heat? What happened last night!? " he asked, covering his nose.
He assumes that she slept with his little brother who's a 16 year old boy.

"Nothing happened!...i don't know what's happening either..." She said in uneven breathing.

There's a coming obsidian looking car with a horse brand on the top. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...Cha
Woon greeted them by opening the gate for the car, as the silver gate opening automatically,
he noticed immediately the car window opening. There is the chairwoman opening the car
door; showing her red shoes, and a very expensive red purse.

"Mother..."

"... " she frown to him. Never mind him, who the fuck is that sub in heat doing here outside
of her garden?

"What the fuck. What's happening! " she then came closer to Chan Woon growling at him,
and stared to the girl next behind him.

"Now, you brought a low life sub here in my mansion! "

"No! She is-" before he could even finish, she grabbed the girl's arm, and pulled her inside of
the next car behind.

"Bring her back! " said Ms. Cha, not even thinking what would she react after getting
embarrassed in front of these people.

"Chan Woon, what did I told you..."

__________

He made a decision by himself, he wants to help Wookyung too, and lessen the problem of
his mother. So, he made sure that a nanny would come here early, and take care of to his
younger brother.

Did not know, that nanny is a porn model. She's only 20, and yet.

Ms. Cha slapped her son, and frowning again. "ARE YOU FUCKING NUTS! "

"Sorry..." Bowing his head, feeling ashamed.

"You're always saying that, but you never considered your brother's situation! How dare you
brought a female sub who works in porn industry to my mansion! "

"She is a nice girl, it's just how other things work...i didn't assume that will happen, and I
didn't ask what other work she does. It's my fault...sorry, mother. "
"Say that! You're fucking stupid just like your dad! " Anger, and disappointment feelings are
mixing together. What happened, why she suddenly mentioned him? Did they meet, and
fought again?

"What if that sub jump on Wookyung! He's in a bad state right now! " she continuing what
she's saying.

"I won't let something happened to him again. " replying to the angry mother. He sometimes
make bad decisions too. He tried to make a conversation after she nagged him, and she just
went silent. 𝘋𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

Ms. Cha, just let it be, and went to Wookyung who's sleeping on the couch. Woon grabbed
him on the marble white floor, and put down to the couch after losing his consciousness—
covering him with a white large blanket. His vision becomes blurry, and lost his balance.

"If he did not develop into a prime. I'll blame you for it. "

__________

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. Said Mr. Kim, standing there,
watching them after a fight. Those rich people doesn't care who's watching, as long as they
can be paid.

"I'll be gone again for long period of time for a business meetings. "

"... " Wookyung did not reply, nor ask his mother. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵...𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘥𝘥
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵.

"I know your situation is bad, but you still need to study. It's not that hard to listen to them
teaching. " crossing her arms, and land a forehead kiss to comfort her youngest son: Cha
Wookyung.

"Goodbye. "

"Goodbye, mother. "

The house become empty again, but it's not new. He just feeling this way again after what
happened earlier. Nothing is too serious, this feelings will sure disappear again tomorrow.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. He muttered. Never mind, no one would
even sit here just to listen to him mumbling about how he always feel so lonely.

"It's still afternoon. " he went to his room, feeling the cold breeze again. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴

𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦. Instead of feeling sleepy, he feel so eager to leave. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱...He grabbed a jacket on the wardrobe, and went downstairs.

But before he could even go outside, he noticed a piece of note on the marble table in the
living room. He was curious about it too, it's even written on the yellow sticky note.
"I know you're stress. Just look under this table, you'll see a box of chocolates. "
-Brother Cha Woon.

He doesn't feel like eating it. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. What's
the point of mumbling? Just open it, and get over if you don't like it. When be opened it, he
was shock to see a motor key. Each chocolate has a wrapper, he noticed the different one, and
opened it just to found out to be another note.

"Your motor is outside-behind the tall statue on the left corner. Take care, and be careful. "
-For my little brother.

𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵...

"Thanks, hyung..."
__________

𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦! Seeing a black-pitch well designed only for him.
Cha Woon bought him that as a present for his sixteenth birthday, but he wasn't there to
celebrate it with him, since he's super busy with business.

He changed his clothes, and went to the city. It took him for 1 hour to get there. Everyone is
gazing at him, he can feel the attention of these people. 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩~ 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘭! For his height, it's so easy to escape with other responsibilities like you're not being
allowed to drive if you're a minor. Everyone mistaken him as an adult.

He went to the CD store, and Book store to buy something.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘊𝘋𝘴...

He's too scared to got to the counter, and just stood there freezing. It's his first time being at
the places like that. What if they asked for his ID? 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬...𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰...

"Hello, do you need help? "

𝘈𝘏𝘏𝘏! 𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰!

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘭...𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭...

"Um...how much all for these... "

Yes, he did pass. "I almost peed...that's fucking scary..." 𝘗𝘩𝘦𝘸~ he did forget something. He
forgot about going to a book store, and buy some book since he still likes reading. Plus, his
homeschool teacher will soon arrive. He needs school supplies, and walk for a little while.
𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺? 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦,
𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.

While he's inside, his gaze are wandering on each corner of each section. 𝘋𝘰 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥
𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨...𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘵
𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘊𝘋𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴...feeling like he freed himself from hell.
While searching for every section, he noticed an adult shelter books. 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩...he blushed
seeing a book cover of BDSM. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 ?𝘩𝘪***** he blinking, staring too
long at the cover.

"I'm so lucky! this is the only one left for me! " he immediately grabbed it, and went to
another section again to look more around. He can see others sitting in, and reading it on
public. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘥?! He surprisingly said not looking on his way.

𝘖𝘶𝘤𝘩...!

He bumped into a large man. He dropped his bags of magazinez, and CDs he bought earlier.
Feeling ashamed, he rushed to cover them.

"Watch where you're going. " he said Irritatedly to Wookyung, who's trying to pick one-by-
one all he just bought on the ground. 𝘈𝘩, 𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘐'𝘮 so-

As he lifted his head, he saw a black hair man with eyeglasses—look around his 20s. He can't
continue what he was just saying, he just gazing at him. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦...he thought
forgetting the man is glaring at him.

The man's face turned infuriated after seeing the CDs, magazines, and book that Wookyung
was just trying to cover. However, his attention, and focus was stolen by this beautiful man.
𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩, 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺...

"You can't be serious, you're going to read that book...?" He turned his back, and not even try
to offer Wookyung a help.
 What Place to

𝘛𝘴𝘬! 𝘗𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.

He immediately picking the books he just bought earlier.

"Wow, he sure a pussy. " 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱. He
rolled his eyes, and glared to the man as he walks away.

People can read anything as long as it was published right. 𝘏𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤
𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. He brushed his hair, looking at the book the man said if he's
serious to read about.

Somehow, he feels like he can't do anything about it. The feel of sterness anger running him.
Why did it affect him anyway? 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘴...

There's a lot of things he needed to buy, but wants that book; porn books are better? Before
others could've get it—get it yourself first. He might not be that kind of jerk but he likes
reading—he likes them cheeky. He walks around for more than a minute, ignoring what time
is it. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.

He already feeling the rejection of a random person who poorly commented.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯...

While staring at the wooden floor, he clenched on the book, and feel dejected. 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘰...

A voice of a woman approached him, and asked if she could swap the book that he's is
holding to. She addressed him a 'Mr.' Because he does look like an adult, maybe because he
got so much taller. Plus, he's wearing a white face mask. He still feverish, but porn is much
important right now.

𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵. He said, and just ignored her after she tried to offer
him money. He's not in the mood, he forget to show a smile on his eyes.

While he was in the line a little girl was staring at him. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨... He took off his
white mask, thinking she might be curious who's this man is.

"Big brother, you're handsome! " she said with a big grin on her little pale face. Showing a
red, chubby cheeks.

Wookyung feel like he's being notice, and returned the soft grin to the little girl.

While he's in the line his attention was caught by another adult book section on the right side.
𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥. He said smiling, taking a peek.
He heard a soft laughter of a three girls on the side. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵? He assumed
that they will be kick out, but no. These are Doms, and they are treated specially. It doesn't
matter if they're students or anything.

They were giggling a little, making not too much noise that will bother anyone. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦. He said to himself as he looks on the covers. He sure got a sharp
hearing. Gossips are everywhere anyway, who cares if he hears them? Plus, he doesn't have
anyone to tell randomly about girls talking about porns. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵
𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? He smirked, assuming the wrong.

𝘏𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘔𝘴. ******? Wookyung immediately
flushed hearing them talking about porns. What are you a saint? This is not like your first
time hearing it to anyone. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘳. As they giggling, checking each page of porn magazine. 𝘖𝘬...𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦
𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯...he flushed again, feeling a little curious about the newest porn.

𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘣𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘨...𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳...she said blushing,
feeling ashamed, but whatever. She's a Dom, it's normal to her instinct. Isn't normal to get
erection once you watched a porn? 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰
𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱. 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈!

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘔𝘴. ******... 𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥? He thought,
laughingly to himself.

Can't believe he listening to these girls—still wearing their school uniforms who's studying in
the same school he used to go.

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. He said as he adjusted the
chair to sit on. He's facing the other side of the porn section magazine, and just listening to
them; he got scared a little to see a cover that he cannot understand.

The familiar face of a woman in a leashes, bending herself, showing her pinkish nipples, even
her pussy is barely seen. 𝘏𝘶𝘩...?

__________

"I'm home..." Feeling down today, what's wrong?

He tossed himself on the large couch, feeling that cold inside the mansion. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴
𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨?...he said pouting. He looked over the small clock on the table,
and rolled his eyes. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥...it's already 6pm. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘥?

First, his brother bought him a motor, and secretly brought it all here despite their mother's
authority. 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩...𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...Staring at the ceiling,
watching every spin of the glass chandelier attached to the marble ceiling.

The telephone rang, assuming that would be his older brother. Well, he's always up to check
him. 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Pretending that he did not try
to look for a comfort. Immediately stood up just to check if that's his old brother.

"Wookyung, how's your day? " said Chan Woon in a calm, and tired voice on the other line.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬?

"I'm ok, Hyung. How's yours? " this time it's sincere. He is being warm now towards him.
For now, let's wait.

"All good, did you go out? " 𝘸𝘩𝘺? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦?

"No, but I hope you did. "... 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥. He said so nice to him. With a smile? Yes. With a
smile.

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥,
𝘰𝘬? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵
𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧.

"Ok...you too, Hyung. "

Chan Woon put down the call, and Wookyung still watching the dusk. 𝘋𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳
𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴...Why? 𝘐
𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘪𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. "I hate them
all. "

A mix of frustration, and lack of attention mixing up. He can't express, and comprehend.
Wookyung is still in his late bloom phase, where he needed attention 24/7. Something that he
never received since then.

Wookyung can't understand himself, does he hates his brother or he just hate how he become
more busier, and married someone else already? But he has a life too. Why does everything is
not ok for him? He said he likes to be alone, but what about Cha Woon? 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘐'𝘮
𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴. Talking to himself, telling to the air.

He grabbed the paper bag, and went upstairs to his room.

The marble wall, and the cold tile floor is uncomfortable for him, he really hates cold. But he
doesn't feel anxious entering his room not feeling of throwing up either. He let go a deep
sigh, and stick out the CDs he bought. Connecting to the TV; checking each episode of porn.
He lay down on his white wide bed watching these people having sex. All hot, and the
episodes are hitting the top online! But he doesn't feel anything, he doesn't get aroused no
more. He is not enjoying these. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥...But these are his types? He won't
buy these if they're not eye-catching to him.

"I can't help myself. "

__________

Ms. Cha, called Mr. Kim to tell him to visit Wookyung.

𝘎𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦. She said
too busy to look at Mr. Kim, checking all the paper works on her long office table.

"What else should I buy for him, Ma'am? " 𝘣𝘶𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳. "Yes, ma'am. I'll be back later. "
turning his back—walking away from the company building.

Late blooms are very sensitive, they can't understand since their mind still fill with things
they most likely hate about.

Since, Wookyung is a late bloom, his emotions are depending on people they always think
about. He overthink about Cha Woon pretending to care about him, and even think about his
father who forcefully divorced his wife, and turn his back away from them.

Wookyung is still in his room, no one is preparing his breakfast, and no one is waiting for
him to return if he goes outside.

"I hate here..." Staring at the veranda, seeing the ocean hits the large rocks.

"Where should I go? " he said as he still laying on his wide bed siding—facing the beautiful
scenery.

"Goodmorning, Sir. " said Mr. Kim so loud.

Wookyung heard a voice of a man echoing on the second floor. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵...he sat
immediately, turning the TV off. It's Mr. Kim preparing his breakfast. 𝘚𝘪𝘳, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱? He asked him gently. He always this gentle to everyone. Mr. Kim is only in his 30s,
a married man, too with a child. "I'm awake, please wait for me. " Wookyung said, trying to
hide all the magazines, and CDs he bought yesterday.

"I understand, please take your time. "

He hide them under the drawer, and replace the case on it. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘬! He looks around if he
misses something. He checked the veranda, and saw his motor bike outside. 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬...𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵
𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵...

"He won't tell mom, right...? " sweating so hard. "What should I do! " emotions are mixing
again. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘦!

He have no other choice but to go downstairs. Mr. Kim probably saw it already.

"Good morning, Sir. " he said to Wookyung looking so gloomy. "Did something bad
happened? " 𝘕𝘰... He looked over to the assistant, narrowing his eyes to see. "Eat first, and
let's talk later. " 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦𝘳.

"I won't tell this to your mother. "

"How am I supposed to believe you..." He pointed at the phone that Ms. Cha, gave him.
"Well, I let you do whatever you want. In exchange of something... " 𝘔𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺? "No. "
handling the brown envelope to Wookyung. "Open it on your birthday. Please, do not open it
right now. " 𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. "Yes,
learn to be patient. "

Wookyung immediately thought about his older brother. He snorted—amused to think so

about. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘦. He only could murmur to himself.
"Let's learn to be patient. " 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘵.

He left, and he's alone again. Again, and again. "I don't like here. " as he look at the beautiful
garden.

Why? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘵. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯,
𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥.

Mr. Kim let him do whatever he wants, go around the city as long as he doesn't forget to
cover his face, like wearing face mask where ever he goes.

"This house is ugly. " when did he become more serious? He used to live by himself when he
even live with his mother? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳. Blaming his
older brother again.
 See You Again
Chapter Notes

This the new chapter, and I might be back here again to fix some errors! I think this is
the longest chapter...

Wookyung standing outside the wide garden. He cannot remember how he got there, and why
he feel so sad out of nowhere.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...

He mumbled to the air that only him could know why.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺?

A voice that no one could hear beside him. He turn around in every corner to see who is it.
But no, there's only him in this mansion.

The tall wide silver gate is the first thing you will notice from the distance due to it's
majestic, and unique pattern. In the middle of the mansion there's a fountain with angel on the
top, it's noticeable outside. The mansion has its wide beautiful garden; there's a statue in each
corner; and the tall white brick walls are covered by little moss, and beautiful roots. The
mansion is very elegant judging by it's structure. The dark roof can be seen upon the tall
walls, and the tall trees with fruits can be seen inside.

The wind blows his hair in waves, and the cold breeze it brought. Wookyung just stare at the
blue sky with no clouds. He wondered why there's no single clouds to be seen. 𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺
𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺? The unfamiliar voice again said. 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
He mimic.

"I don't want to stay here..."

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵?

He suddenly can feel a shake in his feet, hands are shaking, and sweating. While standing
behind the fountain he can see the ocean from the distance not so far. He pants, and pants
chasing after his breath. His emotions, and thoughts getting over him, making him not to
understand what's going on.

"I don't want here..." He said as he hold his chest.

𝘚𝘩𝘩, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

"Who..." He asked. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. Wookyung losing his
balance from intense shake he feeling. He can feel the shiver down his spine as he hears the
voice similar to his mother. A sound of mockery, disappointed, and disdain voice of her. 𝘈𝘳𝘦
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦?

"Yes..." He can feel the heat inside his stomach, and a shake that he never feel before, but
now. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. The voices changed it
voice again. He feel anger, kicking the air even though he can't even move properly.
𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...he said clenching his teeth.

It's true, nothing here is mine yet. He's only 16, and nothing here is for him, he was happy
before he found himself a prime, not because of the sudden changes happening, and the
emotional bond he has with himself, but because this is all named after his older brother. His
mother took it back to make sure that he'll keep intact with their business, and be at least
useful to her.

Wookyung really doesn't care if he can inherit or not, but for him the life of being observer
everytime makes him sick. He sure wants attention from his mother, but he despite this
feelings due to their mother, and son relationship. Their bond is nothing like sweet, caring,
and loving. Their bond is more likely a business plan. Once he turn in his 20s for sure he
can't do anything but to listen to her demands. He blames his older brother for running away,
and leaving the rest of work in the future to, Wookyung.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭.

"I am..." He replied, holding his head still standing behind. He can feel the shake getting
more intense, and the shiver down he feels everytime the voices change into something
familiar, and unfamiliar.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦..𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰
𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦?

A sweet voice changing to charming. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢

𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦. He muttered to the voices. No one can help him here, the neighbor is so far from
here.

Wookyung can feel the panic after he hears a footsteps coming inside the house. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦
𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦?

A reaction of his movement, reaching for the silver gate. He ran away from the place with a
missing slipper. The city from here is really far, he doesn't know where to go, his neighbor
sure is really busy to help him too. He ran towards the rocks, stepping upon these small
pointy rocks—making his left barefoot bleed. He can't feel anything because of the shock, he
pants running away here, it will took him an hour to reach the city without vehicle.

It's getting dark now, and he reached the city without taking a rest. He will die if no one finds
him there, his body is weaker than ever. He still blooming, and needs a lot of care, and space
for himself. In his case, he might not bloom, and just stay being like this.
The dusks is coming, and the blue sky is turning red. He feels numb down—walking slowly
into the dark alley. He found a small box at the trash waiting. Wookyung slowly reach, and sit
inside feeling dejected. The box is dirty; wet; and smells bad. But his senses disappear at the
moment he feel being threaten.

His left foot still bleeding, hands, feet are still shaking. Even his shoulders aren't together to
carry. He hears a footsteps from the dark alley, and the only light is where he sees a figure of
a man standing holding a plastic bag. He doesn't feel scared to his presence, his body is
bigger than his, taller than him, and stronger than him.

"Help...help me..." He said standing slowly with uneven steps. 𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦...𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱
𝘮𝘦...He lifted his hand to reach him, but his vision become blurry, he feel dizzy making his
giddy, he lost his consciousness after when he can slowly be seen.

__________

Wookyung slowly opening his eyes, just to see a white wooden ceiling above him. He can
feel the hard-cold floor he laying. The man let him inside his place, placing the boy down the
floor.

"If you're awake get up. "

A husky voice of a man who helped him. Wookyung gaze at the man beside him, staring at
that soft, grumpy face of him. He slowly sits up, souring his face because of the smell.

"Don't make that face, you smell yourself. "

Wookyung pouted, he can't really remember everything but he sure knows he ask him for a
help. 𝘋𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘱𝘦 𝘮𝘦...he said with a face.

The man prepare the small table with set of plate. Wookyung thought they were gonna eat
together, he sit next to the table, and smile.

"HEY! you're not eating there! " he yelled at the boy who's sitting there politely. 𝘖𝘩...he look
so upset, but the man set him his own proportion. He's eating on the floor, but the dishes are
very confusing to, Wookyung. It's Korean dishes, his cooks mostly prepare him western food.

"Eat there. I don't want to eat with someone who smell. " he said so grumpy. 𝘛𝘴𝘬...𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘵
𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥...

"Ugh...i don't like this kojac rice...bell flower, and spinach too..." He whines complaining to
the food in front of him.

He's sitting a bit closer to the doorway, he's not allowed to sit next to, Minho. He stinks, and
Minho is not responsible to clean him down. So he lay him down on the floor without
anything beneath the boy. He waits for him to wakeup, that's too nice to be honest. You're
lucky you got someone to help you without any bad intention.
"Then don't eat at all. " 𝘸𝘰𝘸...𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶~~ but the food is nice, he doesn't even
throwing up either. He enjoys the food that has prepare. Minho glanced to see the boy sitting
like a frog, he frown to him when the boy notice his eyes. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦
𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦. He said munching, and munching that food.

"Umm...may I take a shower? " Wookyung asking so polite.

"I don't have any spare clothes for you. " he replied to him as he cleans the table.

"What about your clothes? " Wookyung pesting him.

"Why don't you go home, and get yourself a clothes. " he said groaning at him. 𝘎𝘦𝘦𝘻...𝘯𝘰
𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵...he sighed, rolling his eyes. He noticed the neat cabinet
open, a sudden idea comes into his head.

"What about I clean the dishes, and you let me take a shower? " he said so bright, but the old
man just frown him.

"Don't you know what's personal space is... " he said because, Wookyung is really close to his
face.

"Oh! Sorry, hyung..." He said with a cute face.

"I don't need someone to clean my dishes, I can do it myself. " 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺
𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘺...𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥! Wookyung stands up, and went to the sink himself.

"Hey! I told you, I'll clean them myself! "

"Hyung! Let me sleep here for tonight! " begging him. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬! He thought
to himself making a cute, and pitiful face.

Minho gave up, and let the boy do the dishes in return of letting him sleep here in his place. 𝘐
𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦...

Wookyung smiling as he cleans the sink after. The old man prepare him the clothes he needs
to wear.

"Hyung, I'll take a shower now. " 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

He opens the door, and sees a small tab, and a shower. 𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢
𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳!

"Hyung...where's the shower? " he said so confuse.

"What? Don't tell me you're looking for a larger space! " 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘪 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥
𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦...he blankly stares at the old man with a serious face.

"Is this where you take a shower from? "... 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦? He gets closer to
him, and pushed him inside. 𝘕𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩! He scratched his head, and stares at
the tab.

"I won't survive without a luxury life..." He knows at least.

Minho glanced at the plate that, Wookyung cleaned, but he only frown to see the plates that
still have stain. 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴...!

Wookyung screamed from the cold water. 𝘏𝘦𝘺! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥! "AHHH!!! IT'S
COLD!!! " The old man made a face, and puts his palm onto his forehead. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦
𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮! Minho said to himself, stressing already to the boy.

After 30 minutes he took the blanket to cover himself, and came out so fresh. 𝘞𝘰𝘸...𝘪
𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯! 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵...when he came
out he can't see anything but the pitch-black room. The old man is sleeping already, and
Wookyung still hasn't wearing anything. 𝘜𝘨𝘩...𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴?
Searching at the dark, tapping—looking for the switch light.

Wookyung gaze at the man sleeping on the white bed. At the desk, Wookyung sees the spare
clothes, and took them to wear. He gaze at the man again as he watches his breathing. His
chest is going up and down in rhythm.

Minho didn't prepare the boy anything to sleep in, he is not responsible for that boy working,
pouting about small spaces.

"He has a perfect face...but his temper sure like an old man. " he said without smiling, but he
admires the man sleeping.

He turn off the light, and sleep beside, Minho. He can smell the fabric softener in his clothes
he is wearing, and the warm bed sheet beneath them. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧? He
said so soft. The bed is not big enough for two people with big body to sleep, but he's still 16
and slim.

Wookyung doesn't know him nor anyone else in this city. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨...he whispers. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳
𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦...he glanced to his chest, and put down his head to hear his heart beat.

Wookyung feel so attached to him already. He doesn't know why, but his presence doesn't
make him feel so lonely. Maybe because he still blooming, and needs so much care.

__________

Minho glare at the boy who's enjoying his bed.

"You're up? " he said to him, while he still yawing from a good night sleep.

"Yes~ good morning hyung. " he said smiling, eyes are half close. He gaze at first but then,
shen he sees his expression he knew he made a mistake.

𝘖𝘩...𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮...

"Get out, and take your clothes with you. "

"Wait...already? " 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺? Why are you feeling like this already? You
just met him last night.

"I have a work to do, and get out of here. " he said frowning.

Wookyung doesn't like the face he is making. He can feel the anger from the old man by just
glaring like that. When others do that to him he doesn't care, not even with his friends that
uses him to pay for their meals. Now he just met him, it's only a kindness to show, but now
he can't even look at that expression. Why so desperate? You met someone, and when they
show a little kindness you go crazy ahead.

"Ok... " he said. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺...

"I'll let you get a call. " Minho replied to the boy.

"No! I...never mind, I'll get home now. " he said so gloomy, disappointed at the same time.
He left the basement apartment before, Minho.

He walks near at the station. But everything cost money to get. He scratched his head, and sit
in the corner like a penitent child. He sits there without any thing to cover his feet, and it's
still cold outside.

"I should walk home by now, but I'm still tired... " he said.

He hears a foot steps again from behind. It's Minho who's catching his breathe.

"Don't go anywhere without shoes! " he yelled at the boy who's sitting behind the cafe. 𝘏𝘰𝘸
𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...pouting face of him. It's because he feels responsible for you as an
adult.

"You're getting yourself dirty again. " Minho lectured him.

"Why do you care? " he still sitting there without any shoes on. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?! 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬! 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦! He said to him with an angry face.

Wookyung feel rejected because of his small actions. He thought it's because he slept beside
him without permission. Seeing himself reacting like that for the first time making him feel
inferior.

"I can go home by myself. " 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶? He asked him still with that
face.

Minho knows he's not, but he still want to make sure. Who homeless would ask about bigger
spaces just to take a shower? Why would he complain about the food, and get confuse?

"...i can go home by myself. " he repeat. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦. He lend the two pair
of shoes to the boy with upset face. He puts them down in front him, while his legs are
together hugging them. He's already dirty, and he even lean his back on the dirty wall. Minho
doesn't insist to get involved, he just let the boy go home by himself.

Wookyung wears them, and goes at the different pathway. He went to han river, and walks for
an hours to get home.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥...𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵. Blaming, Minho for being a rude jerk to him. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦? 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳...
 Minho
Chapter Notes

I fixed them, please re-read.

"CHA WOOKYUNG! " a rage voice of a woman calling his name. Wookyung flinched, and
covered his ears feeling the panic he felt yesterday.

"WHAT HAPPENED! WHY DID YOU RAN AWAY LIKE THAT! " the chairwoman said as
she gets closer to her son: standing on the front gate while his hands are placing his ears.

Wookyung can't open his mouth, it feels like his jaw locked. He couldn't say a single word
like "mother". Ms. Cha landed her two gentle hands on her son's pale, and cold cheeks
comforting the disturbed son.

"What happened to you! Where have you been! " she said with concern, and anxiousness on
her face. Behind her is her assistant, Mr. Kim holding a paper bags from where they went
from before heading here.

Wookyung remain silent for an hours straight, he's laying on the couch while, Ms. Cha is
beside her future prime son: her pride.

Mr. Kim calls for the nannies who should be here in an hour. They chose at least checked
their backgrounds in order not to make a mistake again. That incident when, Cha Woon
decided to brought, and hired an ordinary female Sub to take care of, Wookyung alone just to
found out that she's a porn model. Ms. Cha was furious at that moment when she found her
son in that kind of state. And that porn model is now popular due to her appealing
appearance, and making a lot of money from videos she makes.

Wookyung looks very tired; cheeks are cold, and pale, even his lips are slowly turning purple.
He walked all the way here for an hours straight without skipping a steps, he is too blank that
he is not even bothered to feel something.

"I have already given them a call. The company would send them here for the interview. I
also checked the mansion if there's something missing, fortunately the furniture are all intact,
but Wookyung is still little injured. " He said to the chairwoman crossing her arms silently
watching a TV news.

𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 ****** 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴
𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 24 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 2 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦
𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 ****** 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭-
"Nothing in the TV is good. " turning off the TV without turning her back at, Mr. Kim.

"Mr. Kim have you check for a homeschool teacher already? You haven't introduced me
anyone yet. " she said releasing her strong pheromones. Mr. Kim cover his nose, and
apologize for he's neglecting the job.

"Sorry, ma'am. I, I'll look immediately by tomorrow... " he said bowing his head a little.

Ms. Cha is a female prime Dom, and will always be a strong prime. However, her ex-husband
is so stupid he fell for someone who's not even a prime, and is an ordinary sub that can
subdue by a switch!

"Everytime, and everything that is happening bad right now is his fault. " 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘯𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. Disdain, and anger all over her.

She looked at, Wookyung current state, and she knows how bad will happen if she fail to
protect her son. When she was pregnant with, Wookyung, she still needs to work, and go for
a business trips. She isn't depending on him because that was the time where things are
getting harder for her. They told her to abort, Wookyung, and forced her to sign up for
divorce papers. She refused, and fought for her rights, but even though they were still
married, her mother in-law would spread rumors about her. She couldn't handle the stress—
she lost her appetite, lost 20 pounds from stress, and overworked during through her
pregnancy. The chairwoman is not stupid as they thought, she made a deal with them in order
to still have what's hers.

"𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥. "

Cha Woon the first son of the Chaebol family got the restaurant, and bookwhale. She have
the other restaurant abroad, and a high rate private hotel in Seoul. Now that her youngest son,
Cha Wookyung is a soon prime, he must inherit the rest, and she'll bet anything for that.

𝘐 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯...she whispered.

"If I can't make you something so special tell me immediately...or soon after. I don't want to
fail you nor myself. "

__________

"Good afternoon, madam. " three nannies came at the same time here. They are around 30s
40s.

"I have checked the requirements, and I'll just let you know, my son will be the one who'll
choose for his nanny. " she said crossing her legs while looking at the rest of papers.

An intimidating look from the ladies at the opposite couch show clearly. Raising thin eye
brows, and a wrinkled forehead.

The phone rang—Mr. Kim answered. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸,
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. He said talking to the other one.
"Ma'am, I have a good news... " he said still scared after, Ms. Cha did that awhile ago.

"We got a homeschool teacher looking for an extra job, and he's teaching currently in Hanguk
University as a TA. " this made her least her worries, and sighed in relief.

She stood up to get a call outside, Mr. Kim follows her around, and let the three nannies
inside waits for them to came back.

"Oh my..." One around her 40s said.

"That woman is scary! Huh! Why she glaring like that...if I were a sub I ended up getting in
heat! " she said so loud not even caring about the other two beside her.

"You're right...she's scary, and what's with that tone..." One said again around her 40s.

"I don't want to judge her, but didn't you notice how she all gets us here because we're Doms?
" said the the lady with gray, and chubby cheeks.

"You're right! I bet she hates subs, I know about the Chaebols being jerks. They always look
down on people out of their standards. " 𝘶𝘨𝘩...𝘪 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. Said the youngest
woman.

The chairwoman came back, and sees Wookyung standing behind his room door. The nannies
didn't notice him at all since he is too weak to place his presence.

Ms. Cha approach her son upstairs, and came inside his room to talk about his disappearance.

"Yesterday, you're not here...where have you been that time? " she said with crumbled
expression of irritation.

"...i don't like the nannies. "

"What? Wookyung, answer my question first! I'm worried you're not telling me anything! "

"I don't like the nannies, they talk so loud. " he even heard the other nanny whispering,
agreeing to whatever the two is talking about. It's true, what's the point?

"What? Wookyung, listen to me...i know you're a bit confused right now, but can you just
listen to whatever I say, and answer my question first. " she said resisting—holding onto his
thin arms.

"...i went outside to play. "

"But why were you bleeding?! Did someone bully? Tell me, so I can help-"

"I went outside to play! Mother please don't talk so loud! " he yelled that the chairwoman
back out a little bit. She doesn't want to pest him, she just clenched her teeth from frustration.

"...ok, now that you said it, I won't force those nannies to take care of you. But who else will
take care of you! I have a work to do, and so does your older brother! "
"I'll be here, I won't run like that again..." He said lowering his head—avoiding eye contact
with his mother.

"Fine, do whatever you want. " 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨... She getting out of the room. Wookyung heard that
whisper, and how she still holding herself back not to stress him.

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵.

Mr. Kim noticed the chairwoman's aura as soon as she stepped out from the room.

𝘔𝘳. 𝘒𝘪𝘮, 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. She said that the three ladies
sitting on the couch couldn't hear her from their distance.

"Understood, chairwoman. " she walks away, and he straight up to them—handled each of
them a brown envelope with money as a first payment.

"Madam changed her mind, she won't be hiring any of you. " he said too forward, he knows
that she doesn't like the nannies already. 𝘞𝘏𝘈𝘛!?

"I'll send you all home. " 𝘵𝘴𝘬! 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘴!

__________

Nothing really change, Wookyung is alone again. He doesn't have anyone but himself, and
his reflection in every shiny thing inside the mansion.

He gazed to the veranda, and just watches the ocean from a far; the wind is coming inside his
room, his dark room.

He flinched, and felt a warm feeling. Sitting up immediately, and looked at the door. It's been
four days after chairwoman, Cha left without saying a word. Was it all his senses disappear
that he starts to feel that feeling again? That weird, but comforting feelings? He watching the
door—thinking something or someone might come inside his space. He stood up, and peeked
to see who's down there.

He was stunned to see the familiar face of a man he knew not so long ago. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰
𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮. It's the homeschool teacher: Byun Minho.

Wookyung dashed back to get change, and wear the same clothes the man told him to wear.
Its Minho's shirt, and pants. He kept them clean with the same scent when he left, so that his
presence will still be there with him. Before the assistant knock at the door, Wookyung
opened it before, Me. Kim. He was smiling to the assistant: a smile that has been reunited.

"Oh! Good morning, sir..." He said with confusion. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘸?...
Assuming his facial—that smile.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim. " he replied with a huge grin while his eyes are half close.

They go downstairs while the chairwoman is checking, Minho's requirments. She needed to
do that so at least she knows if something go bad happen again, she knew who responsible
for it. Plus, Wookyung is still blooming, too weak that can't even get himself to eat. His
emotions changing like everyday due to his lack of care—and attention.

Minho widen his eyes from shock, he was too surprised that he couldn't believe it. He was
right, this boy is rich! not only rich, he's definitely richer than he imagined!

Minho frown to see the boy who he knew. Before he came here he noticed the silvery gate
with unique pattern, and the attractive view of the outside mansion. When he came inside he
almost drop his jaw to see the wide ceiling with beautiful large, and colorful chandelier. Now
that he met him again, the colorful mansion turned gray, but that boy remain bright like a sun
bean.

"Good morning. " Wookyung greeted them. The chairwoman looks back—and was shock to
see her son like that again for the first time. His voice become more enegertic, and his
presence came back to what it should be.

"Good morning. " Minho replied to him. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰...he didn't
continue, and just focus to the conversations with the chairwoman.

Wookyung is sitting next to his mother while he's gazing at the professor. Mr. Kim whispered
to the chairwoman, and nodded to him as a reply.

"I guess this is enough, I see your talent in teaching. You're a great, and respected professor...i
mean temporary professor. " she said flipping his papers.

"Thank you..."

"You may start today, the payment will be 900, 000 won per day. You'll have your personal
driver too if that's the easier way for you to come here early. "

Feeling the money overflowing, he feel a little greedy. 900, 000 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺?...𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘺
𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘺...he shook his head to clear his mind.

The boy is a headache to him, but that money is much important right now. 900, 000 𝘱𝘦𝘳
𝘥𝘢𝘺... That's enough to make a living, all he have to do is teach, Wookyung for 6 hours a
day, and he can go home early after.

"I'm busy with business meetings, if it's an issue, is it ok if I send the money on your bank
account? "

"Yes, ma'am. " he said without hesitations—all mind is clear now. He is not even bothered to
look at, Wookyung.

𝘛𝘴𝘬! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘦. Wookyung said
with a grin. The chairwoman, and Minho have agreement set, so everything is ok now to start
his job. Ms. Cha left already with her assistant heading for her next meeting, leaving Minho,
and Wookyung there.

__________
"Hyung, I'm hungry. " he said to, Minho.

"Then eat, what do you want me to do? Serve the spoon in your mouth? " he said so high,
who cares? Looks like the boy enjoying his presence anyway.

"Do you want the money or not? " Wookyung said so bold.

Minho flinched, and stood up immediately to prepare the boy a food. He knows he's not
responsible for that, but the money is the first thing comes up in his head. Ms. Cha mentioned
that let, Wookyung do anything as long as it's not harmful.

"Do you like Korean food? " Wookyung asked him.

"Why? You don't? "

"No, it's just weird..." He said taking a scope of that dish, Minho made for him. He doesn't
cook what that boy complaining about before. It's been a weeks since that encounter
happened.

"Hyung~ why you're not eating? "

"... "

"Don't be shy~ I'll feed you! " he scoped again, and get the spoon closer to, Minho's mouth.

"Say ahh~" a childish play of, Wookyung.

"Stop playing! Eat your damn food, and get your text books ready! "

Wookyung stare at the old man, and just stopped what he was just doing. He feel rejected,
and attached at the same time to him. How?

"Hyung, you sure lonely aren't you? " muching the food. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘺? ಠಿ_ಠ

"Hmm? Hyung, the food is great! " he choked on his food.

Wookyung offer his help to the professor, and waited for his answer. But there's no humming
of him or anything as a reply, but silence.

"Are you mad? "

"Get your text books all ready. "

"Answer me. Are you mad because I get too close to you? "

"...hey, listen here. I'm here to teach you, I'm not your personal service. " Wookyung remain
silent, and just watch the professor cleaning the dishes.

"I don't have books to study...i burned them. " he said so serious.
"What! " Minho stopped, and dropped the plate on the spiral sink.

Ms. Cha hasn't say about, Wookyung's situation. She saw how, Wookyung liking this
professor, and how he gaze at him. She knew that he's the only one that would keep,
Wookyung in line, so she did not say anything yet, not yet.

"How am I gonna teach you then! Why did you burn your text books!

"It's just a book...why are you so mad. " 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥!

Wookyung widen his eyes when he noticed, Minho's expression. He can feel a warm
excitement he hasn't feeling for a long time now. 𝘏𝘶𝘩...

"How old are you! Why are you acting like this! "

"Ok, ok. " 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳. He didn't
burn them, he just can't take how, Minho ignores him.

"Next time, I'll tell you something really weird, don't believe it so fast, ok? " he smirked
walking upstairs.

__________

"Hyung, do you like reading? "

"Yes. " 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵.

"Well...you look like you would start an argument... " he said pouting.

"And what's with that?! " 𝘑𝘦𝘦𝘻...( ´~｀) Wookyung flipped the page, and ignored him
yapping.

"Don't get mad, Hyung. I'm judging people with their appearance, and how they talk. " 𝘯𝘰𝘵
𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

"Then don't look at me at all. " Wookyung glanced at him as he said these words.

"How can I? You're handsome, who won't dare to look at you? " Minho flinched a little with
this one. 𝘞𝘢𝘪𝘵...𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩? ( ´~｀)

He look back to his text books, and starts writing. 𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘐 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺
𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦.

"Is that so? What are you arguing with them about? Politics or something? " 𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘋𝘰 𝘐
𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳?

"No, I don't. I hate politicians, they would argue proving, and covering their wrongs. "
"...I can picture you by that. I just know you would argue with people like an angry bull. "...
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘍 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"This is not what they tough us..." 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘴.

"I'd rather get the basics lessons than this...how may i gonna bring this to the future..." He
sighed with a face of tiresome. (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩)

"Then go back to school. " Minho replied irritated again from the boy whines.

"No, this is better. " he said smiling without looking at the man. Now that, Minho sees the
boy like this he doubted himself. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...he feel responsible
already.

"Hyung, what the major you're teaching? " 𝘓𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.

"You're very old fashion, you even dress like that so professional. " 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘧𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩. Wookyung judged his taste, and is not quite surprising when he said
literature.

"Don't you get uncomfortable? I won't be able to teach my students if I wear something like
that. " 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩? Minho gagged.

"Didn't you say it too? That you judge people by their appearance, and way they talk. If
you're wearing out of their standard they won't look at you like a normal person. " 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵
𝘸𝘩𝘺...𝘪 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵. He plain himself, setting like he understands what he really meant.

"You sound like a philosopher, HAHAHA! " he said laughing so loud. 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!

Their bond today is quite different, and warm. Will the other day continue like this? Will,
Wookyung become a prime? When that day comes, he will never be around him again.

Watching them slowly growing a good dynamic together, and watching them fought with
stupid things that, Wookyung did is hilarious. Wookyung slowly developing himself to get
better, and day by day his pheromones would change something sweet that, Minho can't
understand where it's coming from.

It's been weeks, and Wookyung become more, and more comfortable around the professor.
He sometimes fell asleep as soon he comes here, but Minho would wake him up to start his
lesson. He would pout, and put a face to the man when he tries to wake him up from a good
nap. It's not a complaint, he's actually grateful at least that someone cares about him. He
wants his attention, it doesn't matters if he's mad or not—he even text him at night to ask
about his assignments when he really hates doing them.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘵
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.
"Will, Minho hyung look for me one day? Will he still teach me...or should I just go study at
Hanguk university in the future? Yes...that will do. " he slowly closing his eyes as he fell
asleep in the warm bed sheets in his room upstairs.

Minho checks his laptop in his small desk. His phone rang from the notification from the
landlord. He sighed, and rubbed his forehead from stress. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺...

"Should I ask to, Mr. Han about the settlement..." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘵...𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵,
𝘔𝘳. 𝘏𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭. He leaned his back a little
to take a deep breath. Inhaling the air in his room, and the smoke coming inside from the
outside window.

"I should find a better place to live first. "

 We're not Close
Chapter Notes

I'll fix this too, and the last chapter tomorrow.

This is error! I'll fix the chapter last chapter YESTERDAY that's what I meant! I'm
talking about chapter 6! Sorry if I haven't checked my note as well, and I keep making
mistake...please come here again if you're still curious...༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽

"Hyun-" Minho covered his mouth to make him shut.

He met him once, now he can't stop himself getting involved furthermore. Wookyung has
been so messy lately, he gain more strength, and weight. He came back healthy just like what
the chairwoman wanted.

"You haven't finish your assignments, and shut the fuck up, finish what you were doing! " he
said frowning at him.

He's not scared to lose the job, Wookyung has been tolerating this dynamic with, Minho.
Somehow he does feel anything bad gonna happen to him anyway, since he's a prime Sub.
Won't get heat if someone tries to subdue him, his instincts refuse to obey. People thought
that he's a Dom due to his masculine appearance.

"Okay~~" Wookyung playful said as he flips pages of the text book. It's been 4 days passed
since, Minho came here to take the extra job.

"Oh! " showing a confused, and surprised expression of the boy.

"What? What is it?? "

"Uhmm...this one, I don't get it... " he scratching his head using his pen—sitting down on the
cold floor tile.

He feel so comfortable around, Minho thus the cold never bother him anymore. It is feels like
the mansion become more warmer, and the silence become more peaceful than ever.

"Here, you have to do this. " explaining on how to solve the math problems. He's sitting on
the couch behind, Wookyung; he finds it inappropriate since he's very old fashioned when it
also comes to teaching. But that boy doesn't care, he does what he wants, and even if he tries
to yell at him he would ended up getting ignore.

"Ahh~~ " he yawns while the professor is explaining.

"If you're tired you can take a rest. " he said sighing on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I need a rest... " he lays down on the floor without anything beneath him to tell him
away from the cold.

"...what's wrong with this kid. "

__________

"Hello? "

"Huh? Who's this? "

Someone called for, Wookyung at home. Well, no need to guess who is it. It's his older
brother: Cha Woon.

"Ah...ok never mind, if you're with, Wookyung may you tell him to at least reply at my
messages? He hasn't talk to me for a couple of weeks now..."

𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥...

Minho sighed with frustration, he sees why the boy ran away looking like that. This house
hold is very cold, and neglecting him.

"Ok. I'll tell him once he wake up. "

"Thank you. " Cha Woon ended the phone first.

"They don't even care about him, huh. " 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰...

"Hyung? Who're you talking to? " Wookyung said scratch his eyes.

"Just sleep. "

"...ok, goodnight. "

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯...𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.
He muttered looking at the first floor veranda, seeing the silvery gate, and the seashore.

In just an hour, Minho needed to go. He came here every 10 am to start his lesson with,
Wookyung, and ended every 4 pm.

Wookyung is still sleeping so deep, his breathing is in gentle rhythms unlike when he was all
here alone by himself.

"I'll go ahead now. " 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥.

He said joshly as he brushed his hair to the side to not cover, Wookyung's face. He did not
scope him up to place him on the couch, that's not him! He just moved the table aside, put
pillows around, Wookyung—covered him with a white blanket he got from the other room.

Minho gets out, and watches the seahorse before going home. He walks around for awhile to
see, and appreciate the beautiful scenery.

"The wind is so warm here..." He humming as the waves hits the rocks.

"Yeah, and it's beautiful. "

Minho startled to hear, Wookyung's voice behind him. He showed a face of disdain, and
Wookyung is not even surprise about that. He knows, Minho doesn't like him, but that does
really matter? So what if he hates him? Everyone here hates him anyway, and he should be
grateful that he still there despite their uncomfortable dynamics when they're alone together.

Wookyung sometimes gets really closer to, Minho making him feel uncomfortable, and lose
his appetite. It's his instinct to go react like this, but he doesn't feel anything, not
understanding his instinct as well as, Wookyung.

"I thought you were sleeping, get inside! " he said to the boy who just standing there looking
at him so cold with his Doe eyes.

"But I'm alone there. "

"You're always alone, what's the problem now? "

Wookyung still staring at the man who's bigger, and taller than him. It's like he wants to say
something so hurt, so hurt that, Minho himself would go crazy, and feel an intense heat inside
him.

Is his instinct coming back?

"... Mr. Kim, won't be here today, and I'll be by myself. "

"Well, that's not my problem...aren't you get a little comfortable around me? You've been
pestering me, and acting we're in the same level. "

Wookyung did not even feel threatened to that. He knew it, Minho is really harsh man.

"Aren't you getting above yourself too much? " said without smiling but a gaze that says it
all.

"...yeah, whatever. " he didn't protest anymore. Wookyung is right, he is your boss, why
would you act like that?

"Hyung, are you going to stay today? There's a lot of room, you can pick for yourself to sleep
tonight! " his mood suddenly change, turned into something cute, and gentle.

"...No! I need to go, I haven't finished the novel-" before he could continue, he clenched his
teeth narrowing his eyes.
"Novel? " Wookuung tilted his head a little with a smile but still confuse.

"No, never mind that. I have something important to do, and I need to go. " he turned his
back without look at, Wookyung behind him

Seeing that man's back is off. He never feel so much attached like this to him, never, never.
He didn't say bye, but he let him go. He knew next week he'll meet him, and they will go
back the way it is.

𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮...

He murmured to the air.

__________

Standing on the cold breeze, he feel the urge to touch him. But that's just more confusing to
him, no? Maybe because he wants to overpower.

Wookyung's legs shakes again, and again, and again everytime that, Minho say something he
can't take. His uneven breathing made him lose his balance again.

He's been outside for two hours now, why he hasn't come home yet?

"𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨? 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘰𝘬? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦
𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. "

A voice mail sent for him from his older brother: Cha Woon.

The voice mail is playing a little loud inside the mansion, Wookyung's ears suddenly came
back to its normal hearing. He can hear his brother's voice inside the mansion, but instead of
feeling happy, and comforted he felt betrayed by him. How he still giving his try after
running for years like that leaving him with so many responsibilities, and came back thinking
like it's all nothing.

He ran away from the place where he feel suffocated from the pressure.

"Do I need any explanation to you, Cha Woon? " said the chairwoman facing her son.

"I was just worried to him. "

"Don't say that, if you were really that worry to him you could have just at least put so much
effort. "

"Sorry, you know I'm kind of busy..."

"Yeah, busy with your sub. "

He adjusted himself a little after she said that, and mentioned about his sub. His
disappearance made the shareholders doubted to the chairwoman, and lose their interest with
business.
"Also, Wookyung gained a lot of weight now, and he's getting better. He got to focus on his
studies, his face turned bloomy. "

Judging by how he look like before made, Ms. Cha to comment like this to her son's
appearance. It's a good comment; after all what's been happening to him for 5 months made
chairwoman Cha to sacrifice other things for her pride.

"Is that so!? I want to see him! I want to see my little brother getting fat! " ٩(๑꒦ິȏ꒦ິ๑)۶
__________

"What? "

"...my feet are hurts...i want to sleep. "

"Go home then. "

Wookyung ran away, and went back to the city where, Minho live. He rush all the way here
with his slippers missing again, he isn't bleeding, but he got bruises from his right ankle.

"I want to sleep. "

"Go home, I don't have extra time for you. "

He just stand there glaring at the man whose door still half close, so even if he tries to
forcefully open it to get in, he'll only ended up being pushed down.

"...I'm tired, hyung...i want to sleep. " Minho noticed the tears coursing down in his reddish
cheeks. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?

He narrow his eyes to obverse him a little, he looked at him from down to top of his head.
This boy is completely a mess, how Minho will turn him back home?

He opened the door, handling his left arms to the knod, letting him step inside. But before
that, he lost his consciousness again, falling his head to, Minho's C cup chest.

Wookyung slowly opening his eyes again. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘪 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? He sits up seeing himself cover in a pile of messed up clothes on the floor
next to the cabinet.

𝘏𝘶𝘩...𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 𝘈𝘔 𝘐!? he looks around, and sees the same furniture that, Minho has. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵
𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘬... 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴! He shook his head, and headed for
the shower. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵...𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵! He sighed in relief that he's here again.

"Well, I'm here safe, and last. " looking at the mess he made, he knew that, Minho will be
furious, and tell him to go home if he sees this.

𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴! He dash, and dash, and dash to fold the clothes, he made
sure to smell them, and look if he made them dirty.
𝘗𝘩𝘦𝘸! He looked at it again with a disappointment on his face.

"Oh no...he'll get mad at me again...! " (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

"I am right now. " he startled hearing his voice from the front door.

"Hyung! Wait...I'll fix them again! "

"Move, you're just messing it more. " he put down the plastic bag from the grocery on the
table.

𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥!? Σ(ﾟДﾟ；)

"Hyung...sorry. " he said holding onto the man's coat. It's winter, it's the first snow too.

"Get off me. " he said so cold, and Wookyung stopped whining after.

"Hyung, may I take a shower...? " (* —_—)....urh

He's hesitating to ask him at first but then again he just do it after a minutes of thinking hard.

"Go ahead. "

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶...

He came inside the bathroom, sniffing the scent of a fabric softener inside. 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵?

He took of his shirts, and put them down on the side. He saw a blue basket of laundry, and he
noticed a black boxer inside. 𝘖𝘩...he flushed over, and reach for it to take a look. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴
𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘦𝘬...he said making an excuse.

"He smells so good... "

 Hello Mr. Cha
Chapter Notes

Tomorrow, I'll post another or two chapters. I need to sleep again!

It's only been a weeks since he goes to his place, and Minho tolerate this out of pity. He
thinks the boy is lack of love which is not wrong, but let's not forget how his big brother: Cha
Woon makes an effort to visit, Wookyung sometimes.

"Hello? "

"Hello, who's this? "

"Is this resident st of ***** ? "

"Uh...no..."

"Really? Oh no, they mistaken the address! We really sorry for the wrong call, sir. "

"Oh, I understand...sorry. "

The phone call from the new landlord where, Minho planning to move out, called to ask
about when will he contract with them. But ended up the one who answered it was,
Wookyung. He doesn't know the addressing, and he is new to this place. It's his second time
here—he's not even going outside to see the area. He just stay inside, and read books, even
though they were boring, and so serious about one topic.

"Well, I'm sure this area is cheaper. " he put down the phone, and just headed to the bed.

"He forgot his phone all the way here. " he stares at the ceiling as the light from the outside
morning gets inside the small basement apartment through the small window above his head.

Minho is teaching at the university, and is busy every morning. His class starts at 7 am, and
ends at 12 nn. Wookyung hasn't coming home yet, he just wanted to stay here with, Minho.

"It's 11: 30 am, and he'll be here at...at 12 nn exact! " he said so bright. (。-` v -)ｰ

"Hmm...i never cook, but if he comes here all the way I'm sure he would cook for us. "

He stopped for a minute trying to process the situation. His chest felt a sudden warm of
excitement of someone will be here after work. However his words are spiky, and rough. It's
hard to get closer to the old man like him: Minho himself.
While Wookyung is staring at the wall, he can hear the droplets at the sink. He blankly stares
at the wall as he felt a warm sensation of being notice, and being taken care of.

"I'll just wait for him. "

__________

"𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨! 𝘏𝘰𝘸'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦
𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. "

A voice mail again from: Cha Woon. He still making a way to connect with his little brother,
even if his mother doesn't want to let him interact with, Wookyung for awhile.

"I'm not so surprise you're the reason why, Wookyung keeps running away. "

"Madam, here's the motor key. "

Mr. Kim, and the chairwoman came to the mansion to visit, Wookyung but when they arrived
at the front gate, no one's presence come to greet them.

"Cha Woon never learn anything. " she's crossing her arms as she sits quietly at the couch in
the living room.

Mr. Kim, adjusted his eyeglasses. He found, Wookyung's phone inside his room—he tried to
tract his location just to found out that he left his phone at home. He downloaded a tracting
location just in case something happen again.

"Madam, should we call the police? "

"No, Wookyung is fine. I know he'll be fine, he's getting better after all. "

"But..."

"We don't know where he is been, and what time he's been missing! He'll come back here, he
probably went to the city to buy books! " she said with a high voice, and unshakable posture.

She's worried but doesn't shows it. It's like, Wookyung will be the threat to her. That's her
son! How can she think like that?

𝘐𝘧, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭
𝘢𝘴𝘬, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥.

"Mr. Kim, call Cha Woon. I need a word for that shit. " she said, biting her lower lip from
anger—holding back not to lose her temper.

𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘢'𝘢𝘮.

Wookyung just sniffing the bed sheets, and the used t-shirts of, Byun Minho. It's been an hour
now, and he's still not home; Wookyung is hungry already.
"...HUH?! why he's not home yet! " he said crossing his arms, enrage compressed lips—like a
child of being impatient while he's sitting on the bed.

"He forgot his phone here. Now tha I want to see him he's not here, but when I get mad at
him he won't change that face! " 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵.

The door slightly opens—2pm the sun is still up there shining—leading a sun light to the
small basement apartment through that small window.

Earlier, Wookyung's face was ugly because he keeps making a fuss, and whining. Despite his
cold presence towards the boy, his face always turn brighter than the sun—bigger smile he
has. Wookyung softly smiles after he smells, Minho's scent from the outside.

"Hyung~! " he opened wider the door for him, and help him to carry the things he was
holding.

Minho let the boy do whatever he wants as long as he will keep a little distance, and leave
tomorrow morning. He doesn't like how the boy always keeps his hands on his personal
things, especially that small desk. But whatever he does he just keep going like a spoiled brat.

"Hyung! You're going to cook? "

"No, I'm too tired. "

"Oh...how are we gonna eat. " （∵）？

"...we're going outside. "

Wookyung sparked his eyes, and smile at the old man. Wow, he's going to eat outside with
the man he likes? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~ he said pestering the tired man
beside him.

Wookyung is wearing a house shirt, he's not wearing like those he always wear when he goes
outside with his mother. A blue T-shirt, a light green pants, and a yellow shoes combination
—the boy is comfortable in what he is wearing right now, but at the same time he is concern
that people might look at him. Don't worry, you look good on that.

"Hyung, what are we gonna eat! " he said so excited.

"Hey! Move a little bit, give me some space! "

𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦..."Are you saying something? "

"Hyung, I want pasta~~~" as they walk together to head.

When they arrived to the place, Wookyung a little confused about the food they are having.
𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵...he said.

"Why are you not eating? You kept pestering me to where we gonna eat. " Minho taking that
food into his mouth.
"I thought we're going to eat at the restaurant that's why I'm kinda worried about what I am
wearing..." 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘰...𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳,
𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘥.

"...Are you ok, hyung? " 𝘠𝘦𝘴. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰.
Minho frowned.

"No, I like them. "...𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴. He smilingly muching that grill beef.
Minho brought him to a stall nearly at the train station.

After they eat, they went to the bookstore for, Wookyung. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘺
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦? He asked him. 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳? Wookyung
excitedly, and nearly into crying from happiness. Minho just asked him about that? Or was it,
Wookyung who just keep assuming that they were this so much close? 𝘚𝘖 𝘠𝘖𝘜'𝘙𝘌
𝘎𝘖𝘕𝘕𝘈 𝘉𝘜𝘠 𝘐𝘛 𝘍𝘖𝘙 𝘔𝘌?!૧(ꂹີωꂹີૂ) out of excitement he hugged him from the side.
Minho fliched, but when he looks down on the boy who's standing on the first step of the
stair, he feel bad. He felt pity for him, not just pity but a complete sensation of being a big
part of his member.

Minho just brushed him off easily. He knew that is not his role to be his parent, and that he is
not responsible for taking care of that boy since the contract is only him teaching, Wookyung.
Since he grew up in a family where the role of being a parent is depending on his older sister,
but when the day comes she left him with anger. He depend on himself, and ran away from
home when he turned 19. He sometimes loses his temper, and just yell at people who's trying
their best to get closer to him. But the environment he grew up is hard to explain, when all
you have to receive when you were young is punches on the face from someone you thought
that would protect you.

Wookyung looks around each section while, Minho is looking for another textbook for him.
He got the money from borrowing them to, Mr. Han that's why he took so long to go home.

"I want this but the price is..." 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘵. He said.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦~ 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. He sniffing the new book he wants. "Wookyung
I'll take a call, wait here I need something to get. " 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. He
insists, where is he going? He can just bring, Wookyung with him.

Minho did not faze with the boy, and just let him there outside the store. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!
𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘥...𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦. Sitting on the
staircase. While waiting he is checking the bag, and sees a lot of school supplies. 𝘏𝘶𝘩? He
also noticed the note inside, its a list today.

•Groceries-cabbage, carrots, white onions, eggs, and beef. •Wookyung's school supplies-
Pens, papers, new textbooks, and new shoe.

Wookyung's heart beating so fast. Another feelings that he cannot suppress. While holding
the notes his nose starts bleeding. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵! (」°ロ°)」 !
"Shit...i didn't know he would be this kindhearted! " whipping his nose with his shirt.

"Is that you! " a group of boys shouted to him.

"Wookyung! Where have you been! " 𝘖𝘩...𝘪 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴. He said to his
head.

"Man! What did you do to get your mother so mad! HAHAHA! " 𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴
𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬!? The three idiotic boys worrying to him. They
hold him, and jokingly carries him with his feet, and torso.

"FUCK YOU BASTARDS! BRING ME DOWN! " the laughter of the boys, and the
humming sounds from the speaker at the park is nostalgic. Wookyung annoyingly join the
laughter, and the game.

From the distance, Minho is watching him. If, Wookyung stays beside him forever like this,
that boy will never be unhappy. However, Minho can't understand himself too. Sometimes he
wish to be different from the rest. He's happy that, Wookyung is smiling now.

𝘏𝘌𝘠~~~ 𝘞𝘏𝘠 𝘈𝘙𝘌 𝘠𝘖𝘜 𝘞𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘙𝘛! 𝘛𝘏𝘌𝘠 𝘋𝘖 𝘓𝘖𝘖𝘒 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋 𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘠
𝘉𝘖𝘠~ he teasing his friend. 𝘏𝘌𝘠! 𝘋𝘖𝘕'𝘛 𝘙𝘜𝘉 𝘠𝘖𝘜𝘙 𝘍𝘈𝘊𝘌 𝘖𝘕 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘌!

"Whatever! Let's go to arcade! " 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦, 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴

𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘊𝘋...He whispered to the three boys. Wookyung pushed him a little bit,
and showed his disgusted expression. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦! He said.

"WHAT! you literally shake when you saw that woman! ୧( ಠ Д ಠ )୨" 𝘕𝘰...𝘪, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺
𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. He said.

"I'm homeschooled right now. " 𝘖𝘩! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩
𝘶𝘴? "About that...no, I'm no about either. " a lie, he just don't want to waste a single time
when he's around with others, he wants to be with, Minho.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥...𝘪 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮
𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

The boys just wave at him to say goodbye, and see you later. Wookyung sighed, and look
down to the piece of note list. He scrambled his expression, and frown to see the note being
stepped by them.

"Wookyung, let's go. " Minho said—the boy just standing there holding his scrambled ruied
note list.

Minho holding a paper bag on his right hand—standing from a far distance. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰...𝘉𝘺𝘶𝘯
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦? Now that, Wookyung is
conscious, he understands that, Minho is something so special.

"What are you staring at? Get here, let's go back. " 𝘰𝘬, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.
__________

"You fucking nuts! You bought him that for what! " 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘩
𝘢𝘪𝘳... He meant a good relaxation.

"Why do you think I brought him here! You think you're doing great to help him! " she
slapped her son hard on the face. Lucky that she didn't throw that chair next to him.

"Mother, let's calm down a bit, there's a lot of people watching us..." He said very concerning.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘧𝘧, 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘺!

"The next time you do something like this! I-" she sighed, and walks out. Mr. Kim bowed his
head to say bye to the chairwoman's son.

He doesn't understand anymore, lately his sub would tell him to get out. Their relationship
becoming a little mess due to his lack of care. He's a Dom, but the one who's being ordered
around is him. He love his partner, that's why he ran away for a years, and comeback after
they settle.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

He drive off to get some fresh air, he went to the cafe, and noticed a familiar face. In just one
glanced, he knew that this is, Wookyung. 𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.

He approached them, but the people are increasing, and they're slowly fading away. He
misses his little brother, he cares about him so much, even sometimes they don't get really
well.

He walks around again to check a little. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩~
(●'▽'●)ゝ he scratching the back of his head with a soft grin.

He heard a footsteps, and the footsteps are very attracting. He follows them, and when steps
stopped he looks around. 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨?

"WOOKYUNG! "

Minho startled, and looks back to whoever shouted the boy's name. 𝘏𝘶𝘩!? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦
𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦... Said him.

"Are you familiar with him? " 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩...Cha Woon ran towards them, and hugged his little brat
brother. 𝘜𝘎𝘏! 𝘐 𝘊𝘈𝘕'𝘛 𝘉𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘛𝘏𝘌!

"Wookyung~ why aren't you replying to my messages~ " sniffed, and sniffed dramatically. ˚‧
º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥ ⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚

Cha Woon noticed the attractive, pitch-black hair man who's the same height as him. He was
captive by his beauty. His heart pounding so fast, and he flushed when the man tilted is head
with disdain on his face.
𝘖𝘩 𝘯𝘰! 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨! ಥ_ಥ

"Hello...( ；∀；)~" 𝘜𝘩...𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘸𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥.

"Hello, Mr? " 𝘞𝘖𝘈𝘏! 𝘏𝘌'𝘚 𝘈𝘚𝘒𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌 (´°̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥｀)

𝘐'𝘮, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨'𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. "Ok...Hello, Mr. Cha. "

 Family

Cha Woon begun to have special schedules since then. He sometimes drop off to the mansion
to visit his little brother, and of course to see, Byun Minho.

"Good morning. " he greeted them. Wookyung has been wondering why he's old brother visit
him almost every week now.

He'll visit today, and so tomorrow morning. Sometimes he stay in for two days to watch,
Wookyung and help him to his studies. Or maybe it's just an excuse.

"You're here again. " Wookyung said. Byung Minho stood up, and bowed his head.

Cha Woon finds him very deferent. He admires, Byun Minho as days passes.

"Hyung, aren't you busy? " Wookyung said as he noticed the soft smile and that red cheeks
whenever he have conversation with, Byun Minho.

It feels like, Wookyung is pestering them. How come? He knew, Byun Minho before his
older brother. Plus, he is his homeschool teacher—that man is his, and no one beside him.

"Oh, is because I miss you. Plus, seeing you getting chubby is all I wanted to see. My baby
brother is very cute~ " he teasingly said, kneeling while he's tickling his little brother.

"HYUNG! STOPPP~!!! " 𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈!!! He barely breathe. His older brother is very
persistent.

Minho a little far from the two, he watches them like he has something to say. He wonders
how can that boy have everything he wishes he had.

"HYUNG! FUCKING STOPPPP ALREADY!! " 𝘈𝘏𝘏𝘏 𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘏𝘈𝘈! But, Cha Woon still
tickling his sides, and pushing him a little side.

Wookyung got pissed off he kicked him hard on the face that his nose starts bleeding.

𝘖𝘩...

Minho gets the first aidkit as the two idiotic, Cha is sitting on the couch. Wookyung tries to
comfort his older brother by patting his back gently.

𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...

𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵...𝘴𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧...𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸...（┬┬＿┬┬）

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵...

𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘥...𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳...( T ʖ̯ T)

Minho assist him; he firstly cleaned his nose with cottons, and alcohol to prevent the
infection, the wound is not inside, it's a slit beneath his nostrils. He then applied a bandage to
his carefully not to make it hurt. There is, Wookyung watching the scene of the two. His heart
is aching—he sudden feel very ill.

"My head hurts..." Cha Woon immediately held him, and told him to take a rest to his room.

While, Wookyung is looking at the bandage on his face he wished he didn't kick him that
hard to stop him. He just want to push him away, that's it. Minho lead him to his room. He's
wiggling—hand is on his forehead, Minho puts his palm on his back to help him. Wookyung
glance to his older brother on the couch—sitting—and smiling while he's looking to the
homeschool teacher: Byun Minho.

Why he's older brother starts getting closer to his teacher? Why he's here all the time? Why
he even bother to go all the way here, as if he cares?

Minho forgot to tell to, Wookyung about the phone call he had last time with, Cha Woon. He
forgot to tell him that his older brother is waiting for his response.

"If you need anything call me. " he said putting down, Wookyung phone on top of the drawer.

He grabbed his sleeves to stop him from going out.

"Hyung...i don't think I can call you. Did I tell you that I have problem using phones? " he
said not a lie.

"But your older brother is waiting. He just came here, so let go off me, and take a rest. " he
said pulling his sleeves off, Wookyung.

Wookyung frowned, and turned his back with attitude.

"I'll cook, what do you want? " no response, not even humming or mutter.

"...Hey, I'm not going to feed you if you keep that behavior. " he said to the boy who's not
even bother to answer back at his words.

"Whatever, you always like this. " he left the room with is cold, and unforgettable words.

𝘈𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴...

Minho coming down by, and sees, Cha Woon cooking for dinner. Minho made sure to spend
time more with, Wookyung. He doesn't understand why, but he feels like it. University is a
problem as well to him since semester exam is coming so soon. He sometimes goes home at
9pm when, Wookyung fell asleep. All of this is because of pity, and nothing else.

"Oh, Mr. Byun do you like western food? Pardon me, I only cook like this. " he said with a
smile on his face.

"Oh...yeah, I'm fine with it. " he said feeling embarrassed.

"Is he ok? " 𝘏𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘥.

"Right! " (^_^♪) he sings as he cooks.

Minho just there watching him humming. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵.
He said.

"Mr. Byun, I'll go upstairs. Just eat here. "

"Oh, are you sure about that? "

"Yes! I'll talk to him anyway. " holding that tray of stew, and steak that, Wookyung enjoys the
most.

He goes upstairs. Wookyung can feel the footsteps even that far from his room. 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵
𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. He muttering as the door slowly—slightly opening;
there is a figure of a man behind those light.

"Wookyung, do you still like steak? " he asked. No one is answering him, not even a sound of
breathing. He turned on the switch—no one is here, where did he goes?

"Wookyung? " he scrambled his face as he keeps calling his name. No one shows up, and no
one even try to give him a sign.

He puts down the tray—checking all the rooms; like his wardrobe, bathroom, and the extra
room inside that room. It's like a storage room, and there's plenty of boxes inside; It's dark,
and cold.

"Are you there? Wookyung..."

Minho was shock to see the boy on the veranda on the first floor. He didn't see him coming
down his room, and Cha Woon just came there not so long.

Mr. Kim came inside the chairwoman's office. There's four men sitting on the couches, and
two women who modelled for the product.

Business and plans are being the subject. Mr. Kim, just standing on the doorway not trying to
interrupt the businessmen.

"What about your son? " said the old man around his 40s.

"What about him? " 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴.

She snorted to the idea, and just brushed the men talking about that. She has no plan for, Cha
Woon to inherit that company, she has no space for him to take that position. Being a CEO is
hard, and needs a better contribution to the business, Cha Woon is naive, and doesn't sees his
mother hard work.

"Oh, don't you have another son, Ms. Cha? " said the other man who's sitting on the right
side.
"He's a Dom, right? " 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦! She replied to his question. There's no way that,
Wookyung can't dominate. Even if he's younger than, Cha Woon there's no way that she'll
leave something so big like that for, Cha Woon.

After the meeting they left—Ms. Cha is just sitting their with her hands on her head.

𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

"He what? "

__________

"Why did you jumped off the veranda! " Cha Woon yelled at him.

Wookyung just frown, and clenched his teeth from anger. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦!

Somehow, Cha Woon is confused. Is loving someone who isn't in the same level as you can
be a reason that your only family won't accept you? Why even his younger brother hates him,
why can't he understand it?

Minho watches them—when, Cha Woon requested him to leave first. He doesn't want to see
the professor getting involved in family matters. 𝘔𝘳. 𝘉𝘺𝘶𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. He said.

Minho bowed his head, and turned back his way home. He land his right hand to the hard
handle door knob—opens it, and leave.

"Wookyung, do you hate me too..." ...𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺
𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶. He said to his younger brother.

He stays unfazed—lowering his head, bitting his lower lip not to cry so loud after a small
droplets of tears are coursing fast down his pants.

It's all because, Wookyung can't really handle himself. He also gets confused, and so does his
older brother. Since they were kids, no one really pay attention to, Wookyung but his hyung:
Cha Woon. When their mother is on her business trips—Cha Woon is the one who hugged
him in his sleep—trying to comfort the little him. They sing together when no one's around;
they would dance with the loud music when no other showdows besides them. Until in his
6th birthday came—Cha Woon disappeared like nothing. At night, he would hear his mother
crying. She doesn't like it, and she never wished for it. Now he understands that everything is
not permanent, not even your closes love ones. You're his family, but not family at all. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵
𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴...

"Hyung, sorry...I'm not really well to talk right now. "

The door opened, and sees her sons—she scrambled her expression from anger. All she sees
is, Wookyung. She threw her purse to, Cha Woon.
"And I knew you were really a shit! "

__________

Minho came home. No one is there waiting for him, just his laptop, and his bed. He sighed—
leaning his back on the door. He threw his bag on the floor side, and himself in the bed. He
used to cold, but the cold is really uncomfortable tonight. How come a family like that
reminds him his, when his family lived in poverty.

𝘐𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵...

Or maybe he just wants to have something that they have, so his head starts to create a
scenario that he is the same as them. Now that he thought about it, he wonders more about
them, why their family is like that if they don't lack of anything at all?

"Do people only think about money? Like me... "

He covers himself the warm blanket, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes.
 Plans

"Do I have to repeat it again! You fucking shit! " She slapped her son hard on the face.

He didn't reply anything to protest. He was prohibited to visit, Wookyung. But he was fine
when only him, and Byun Minho around together. Now he sees him being like this it's hard to
understand him anymore. Will, Wookyung even become a prime?

"Sorry, mother... " and then her purse was threw against the marble walls.

"SAY, AND SAY IT AGAIN! YOU ALWAYS DO IT AGAIN ANYWAYS! " she clenched
her teeth—groaning.

"Do you always have to do this to me! " she said—nearly in tears.

Wookyung upstairs watching them—watching that face getting scolded. It's not like that he
feel bad! Wookyung is been shit after all this time. He just hang around, and play to not get
caught. He watches him from here with his unfazed expression—intimidating look, and
satisfied face.

"Cha Woon, how many lines do you have to cross? "...𝘔𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐'𝘮
𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩. He finally let it go—he inhaled the air he just let go, while his
face turning into a mess, and a sad tears coursing down his cheeks.

"Why are you even asking me that when you know already why. " she said feeling a little
empathy for him.

"Is it because I married someone I love? " 𝘺𝘦𝘴.

He took a deep breathe—leaned his head a little to the marble wall. 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘯...𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵...?

"You'll come with tomorrow morning, we'll go to Europe. " she said as a last request. But he
does not know what else to do, so he nodded as a reply to her.

The chairwoman's warm hand landed to her son's cold—crying face—comforting him after
her words by words. Today on he'll listen to her again.

__________

"And why you're late? " *** ** said as he watches his husband toasting the bags on the tile
floor of their luxurious penthouse.

"Sorry, meeting. " he coldly reply.

"Really? Then next week you'll be busy? " he asked.

"Yes, sorry. " 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘰.

"Why? Where were you going again? "

"What do you mean by again? Do you think I'm still sleeping with others? " he said smirking
with irritation. 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘹 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥? 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥!?

"Oh...no, I'm not saying that way. " he said trying to calm him down.

His husband is very sensitive—he sometimes won't reply to him after their fight. Cha Woon
ended up apologizing to him after caught him talking with his ex boyfriend that still trying to
hit on his husband: *** **.

"You know, you're always taking things really hard. You put me in this situation! And why
the fuck are you surprise!? " he said as he reflecting the business position.

"...Ok, I'm sorry, please let's not fight. " he said—begging agin to him.

Cha Woon has always been looking for love, and attention to many people. He always fell
inlove, hardly, and preciously. He was always attracted—and attached to his current partner,
however their love slowly fading as years passes. They only been in relationship for 4 years,
his recent relationship failed as well. Not maybe or later, he might not see him again.

His mother thought that they were still married, the man that has always been his first love.
But their relationship fall apart—not so harsh—not so fast. He begun to follow men with the
same appearance, and interest as his. He also gets pickpockets when he slept with them—but
his love never change, he will still try to achieve what he always been wanting for those
years.

Now that he is married, he thought it will all be the same as his last relationship. He planned
things for the future, but when he expresses them to him, he always get mock on—turning
him to stop telling them to him. It feels like he lives by himself again.

"Why..." 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯.

"No, why are you even here. " he said to him with doubt.

"What? This is my house!? That's why I'm here. " he said a little loud to make him realize
that everything has a reason. That the reason why he's here is because he married him, and
that they are living together in such a luxurious penthouse with pool inside.

"I have a talk with mother, I might not come back again. " he gloomy said.

"And that's good. I will be having rest. " turning his back to, Cha Woon.

"I'll file a divorce. " 𝘏𝘶𝘩?

________
Minho checking some place to rent—he also apologize to the landlord who thought mistaken
the area. He sitting on his desk, checking that pile of work papers that needed to be submitted
by next week.

He leaned his back—stretching a little bit to ease the back pain. 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴
𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳. Now he overthinks about,
Wookyung—especially Cha Woon. He somehow feel more comfortable around that man, his
presence, and aura is very comforting.

"I should finish off this, and next week I'll leave the work early to talk to the landlord. " a
sound of keyboard.

"Heyy~ " a familiar voice from the small window.

Minho startled, and freaked out. He might be big, and strong but he's scared of ghost. He
freezing—sitting there not moving an inch. Wookyung sees that expression for the first time,
and the very first time. He giggles, and lay down to see him more.

The window is below the front door of the landlord, so you needed to adjust yourself by
laying, and sitting just to see who's living down there.

𝘏𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘩𝘦...𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮...𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦! ( ͡°з ͡°)

𝘏𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰? Minho shiver down, there's no way someone might come here to call him at the
middle of the night.

𝘉𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰~ 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~ he humming with the cold wind.

Minho just glanced a little, and lifted his head just to see that annoying face of a boy. He
frowned, and closed the window with the cover.

"Hyung~ please open the door~" (ㆁᴗㆁ✿)

"Fuck off, and go home! " he yelled.

"Hyung, don't say that! It's midnight, if you yell in this hour everyone might come out, and
kick you out of your place. " he said not skipping a bit.

Minho sighed—losing to a boy, It's better to get kick out. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯?
(∂ω∂) sparkling his eyes.

Minho slightly opens the door that, Wookyung can't forcefully open. Minho is bigger, and
stronger than him, for now, soon he'll be big as him, and stronger than him. Minho look at
him with confusion, he still trying to figure it out how he'll act around, Wookyung now that
he sees him like that around his family. Not because he is scared, but he wants to know why
such a family like him treats each other like this?

"Why are you here in this hour? " he said to the boy in front of the door.
"Let me in first. "

"Why should I? " 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺~~

"Go home then, I won't cook for you. " but his eyes was caught by a light color of yellow
shoes he is wearing. Wookyung is wearing the shoes he bought for him, he thought he doesn't
like it, but maybe because he barely go outside that he does not wear them.

"Hyung, may I in? " Minho gave up with the idea of pushing him away.

Maybe letting him do whatever he wants will also help him ease his problems. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵
𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨. He said as one rule. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶!

Wookyung sat down to the bed as, Minho still busy with the papers. 𝘞𝘰𝘢𝘩...𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦
𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘢𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘤. Judging his works. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧
𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳...𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘣𝘵
𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦?

"Hyung-" 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐'𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨!

𝘖𝘬, 𝘨𝘦𝘦𝘻... He opened the bathroom door—went inside without asking him—thinking he
would yell at him if he does it. When he opens the door, he smell a scent that he is curious
about. A scent that he will never forget, the first time he went here is the best, considering
that he was a stranger that helped him. He closed the door, and reached to that blue basket
just to get that used t-shirt of, Minho. 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? He sniffed it—
inhaling the smell of a fragrance expensive perfume, a sun dry fabric softener, and his dry
sweat. His face turned red, a sudden shiver he felt when he feel the urge of jerking off.

He feel a heat inside him that he couldn't surpass. He toasted the shirt, and dashed out the
bathroom. He pants, and pants—uneven breathing, and a loose coat. He hold his nose,
covering the nostrils while his left hand is holding onto the wall.

Minho can hear him catching, Wookyung's breath, and just told him to take a rest if he feel Ill
again. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘢𝘱.

Wookyung glance to him, seeing his that hair behind, he wonders if he pull it, and pushed
him down will he enjoys it? He slowly reach him—slowly landing that hands to his neck
from behind. Minho fliched, and turned his back, before he could even catch him doing that
—Wookyung fell down on the hard cold floor.

"Hey, you should take off your coat. " he said to him, but he in not responding. He ignores
how he is laying down the floor, he thought he just teasing him again.

"Whatever, do whatever you want..." Wookyung tries to reach his feet, he can't move his
muscles already.

"Hey! Are you ok!? " 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?? 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨?
He faced him—he was shock to see the boy in heat; face is red, and temperature is increasing.
Wookyung reach for his hands putting them on his face while he is sweating intensely. Minho
thought that he is just sick because of the cold, that is because he went all here from his house
that will take you an hour to get here. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥...he said.

"Do you need water? What do you need? Are you cold? " he panicking right now. What will
he do with a sick kid? The stores are closed now for sure, maybe he could find meds on his
aidkit.

"Hyung, cover me..." He said. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦...𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦.
 Divorce
Chapter Notes

I might fix this, once I post a new chapter go back here, and re-read.

𝘕𝘨𝘩𝘩...𝘸-𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! He's licking his nipple in circular motion, while he I'd
playing on the other one. 𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺! Protesting against to the boy
who's pinning him down. 𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵? Wookyung said. He lifted his legs to his shoulder, and shove his dick inside him
by force. He bleeds, but he kept thrusting inside him making him to cry—he was tied up so
he can't resist, and push him away; there's a hard collar chain connected to the wall that's hard
to pull himself over. 𝘈𝘩𝘩~ 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~ he repeatedly calling his
name as he whines from pressure. 𝘈𝘏𝘏𝘏!!!! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗!! 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘛𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌! he said
screaming—begging him to stop it. However, Wookyung continue despite the man's
exhausted face, body, and soul. He grabbed his hair to pull him a little close to his face.
𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘩𝘩~ 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴~ 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨? He said obviously
mocking the professor. His face is in rage—and desperation to get out from, Wookyung's
cruel actions. 𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦...𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘸...Wookyung watching the man he always
wish to have, now that he is miserable beside him, he knew that he only belong to him.

"Wookyung, get up. " Minho said to the boy who has fever.

Wookyung slowly opening his eyes, he can't see well: his vision is still blurry.

𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...he weakly calling him.

"Eat first before I wipe you down. " putting down a proportion for the boy he only prefer
specially for him.

Wookyung grabbed his wrist hard. Minho got alarmed, and pushed down the boy who's sick.
𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...Wookyung is confused. Is he pushing him away too? What's with that reaction?
Minho feel a heart race after, and tries to brush what happened off.

"Next time you need to tell me if you're going here or not. " he said.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥?

"Yes. I am working, and in the middle of the night as well. What If I'm not awake? You'll go
home by yourself? Why do you keep getting to my personal life? " he frowning—slamming
the door. He left the house for a minute to buy something outside, it's only been a minute
when, Wookyung lost his consciousness.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯...

Wookyung rushing to the bathroom door. When he opened it, he found a wet pants of the
professor hanging to dry up; it's from laundry. Wookyung stares at it—sniffing the scent of
the bathroom; it smells like a fabric softener, any scent flower of detergent.

He unzipped his pants—stroking himself while he is bitting the cotton of his shirt up to see
what is he doing. He jerking himself off while he is imagining about the professor. Pushing
him down—and punching him hard on the face. 𝘞-𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨....𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱! He said bleeding
from his punches. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. Jerking himself
off in his face, and forcing him to take his dick.

"Wookyung? " said the familiar voice. But no one's answering to his call.

"Wookyung, you're in there, right? Come out, and take this. " he said a little sweet. He was
harsh, but he was too scared to get touch too. He was harshed by many, especially the male
Doms.

"Hey, I know I was kinds harsh, let's talk...can you please open the door...? "

The door knob sound. Minho opened the door, he found, Wookyung on the tile floor sitting
like a penent child. Sitting there where he can't see his face—no sound. His hair is wet, he
obviously want to refresh his mind by dipping in the small tab. Minho feel a heartache—
landing his hands, and arms to embrace—to comfort the boy.

"Sorry, sorry. Let's go, and take a sleep. " he said.

But, Wookyung is waiting for a long explanation, he is looking for a reason why he is acting
so hard to him when he tries to get closer to him. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴
𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰...𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Wookyung shredded a tears, and hugged the man. His small head is on to the professor
boarder shoulder—he hugged him very soft, his small hands on to his back feeling that warm
body of, Minho. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. He
said.

"Are you going to bring me home..." He said sniffing.

"No, you can stay here until you feel better. " he worded them wrong. He didn't mean to make
him stay here for days, he meant that he can stay here for tonight.

"Until I get better? " 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

Minho grabbed the warm towel to dry, Wookyung's hair. He looked to the boy; he wonders
how his hair so beautiful, like a sun. Even his lashes are blond, he has ethereal beauty.
𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?

Minho was a bit shock to hear it, that was sudden, an is very uncomfortable to talk about. He
never has a relationship before, not with anyone. All of them are only after sex, and sees him
only for fun. Minho is an old fashioned man in his 20s, he never liked cheeky relationships,
he also doubt to himself to get a partner anyway. He is a Sub, but he never reacted to any
Doms pheromones, and commands.

"Don't ask about that. " 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴?

"And if I do or don't that's none of your business. " he said so casual. He is always like this.

"Hyung, will you go out if a Dom ask you to? " 𝘎𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

"Sorry, please don't get mad... " holding onto his shirt.

"I won't if you shut up, and get to bed. "

He watches the professor on his desk—busy with that piled up paper works. He is poor, and
working hard is the only way to survive. Somehow it's not due to nepotism. People would
favor someone with power or pretty face, especially if they have both.

𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

He said waiting for him to get finish, but with his fever he can't even open his eyes well. He
feel dizzy, and just siding to see the professor. His sleep position is facing the professor with
his side.

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦...𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰.

Slowly closing his tired eyes. He wishes not to regret this night once he open his eyes. In the
morning, he'll be gone again to his work, and at night he'll be busy too. Then again, he is his
homeschool teacher. He'll see him next week, and next week, then another next week.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.

__________

"You can't do that! You think I'll let that happen! " a loud voice. He clenched his teeth—jaws
are like cobra when he gets mad.

"But you sleep with anyone you want when I am not around. " Cha Woon said while he is
leaning his back to the door.

"That's...that's your fault! You're fucking busy most of the time! I need to get subspace! "
When subs are getting neglected their mental, and physical health get worst.

"But I'm giving them to you... " 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰...
"You think that will do anything? You go around with business trips, and even stay away for
days! " 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!

"I was...but you said you hate to see me. " he nearly in tears—throat hurts, and voice starts
shaking.

He walks away to get into his room. Cha Woon just watches him from the front door—
packing his stuff to get out of here. He grabbed the large bag from the tall cabinet to pick his
clothes, and things he owns. Cha Woon is just standing there with a brown envelope from
work.

Their relationship is exchange, he slept with, Cha Woon when their first met, but he got
bothered when he found that he is from a rich family. He uses his connection to get whatever
he wants, he even wished for get marry with, Cha Woon. He's an idiot, and easy to trick. He
only follows his heart, so he married him thinking he really loves him. But no, he feel
obligated after he starts getting more clingy to, Cha Woon. He thought that if he reject him,
he'll get subdrop.

But it's true, he married him from fear. But he slowly developed his love for him for 4 years.

"Fucking want a divorce!? I'll give that to you! " he said pushing him a little off away. Cha
Woon lowered his head from exhaustion—and desperation.

The chairwoman calling her son: Cha Woon. Mr. Kim, and Mr. Han is on the office with the
chairwoman who's sitting on her table office. They start talking about the new share, and they
seems to getting a new ideas.

Minho and, Mr. Han know each other, Minho often to visit him to pay off his debt. He pay off
with cash, he also used to teach his kids around 12–19 years old.

"Why isn't he answering? " 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰.

"It's just a divorce paper? What's hard about signing up? Don't tell me that sub is persistent! "
𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺...𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮.

"So he still getting with him? " she snorted to her image. What will bad even happen if he
divorce that sub? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. What's
good with that sub anyway? He can just get someone in his grasp if he wanted to, why even
bother about to get marry?

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. Ms.
Cha is bothered about the mistress's son. She gave birth to a prime, but Cha Wookyung is
blooming better than before. She just have to wait until he turned 19.

"If that sub rejects the money, gave him twice amount. " she sighed holding onto her chair.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨.
Mr. Han chuckled to that situation. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

That's right. He is been doing that without realizing it, that action has its own consequences.
 Divorce
Chapter Notes

I might fix this, once I post a new chapter go back here, and re-read.

𝘕𝘨𝘩𝘩...𝘸-𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! He's licking his nipple in circular motion, while he is
playing on the other one. 𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺! Protesting against to the boy
who's pinning him down. 𝘞𝘩𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢
𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵? Wookyung said. He lifted his legs to his shoulder, and shove his dick inside him
by force. He bleeds, but he kept thrusting inside him making him to cry—he was tied up so
he can't resist, and push him away; there's a hard collar chain connected to the wall that's hard
to pull himself over. 𝘈𝘩𝘩~ 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~ he repeatedly calling his
name as he whines from pressure. 𝘈𝘏𝘏𝘏!!!! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗! 𝘚𝘛𝘖𝘗!! 𝘐𝘛'𝘚 𝘛𝘌𝘈𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 𝘔𝘌! he said
screaming—begging him to stop it. However, Wookyung continue despite the man's
exhausted face, body, and soul. He grabbed his hair to pull him a little close to his face.
𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘩𝘩~ 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴~ 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨? He said obviously
mocking the professor. His face is in rage—and desperation to get out from, Wookyung's
cruel actions. 𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦...𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘸...Wookyung watching the man he always
wish to have, now that he is miserable beside him, he knew that he only belong to him.

"Wookyung, get up. " Minho said to the boy who has fever.

Wookyung slowly opening his eyes, he can't see well: his vision is still blurry.

𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...he weakly calling him.

"Eat first before I wipe you down. " putting down a proportion for the boy he only prefer
specially for him.

Wookyung grabbed his wrist hard. Minho got alarmed, and pushed down the boy who's sick.
𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...Wookyung is confused. Is he pushing him away too? What's with that reaction?
Minho feel a heart race after, and tries to brush what happened off.

"Next time you need to tell me if you're going here or not. " he said.

𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥?

"Yes. I am working, and in the middle of the night as well. What If I'm not awake? You'll go
home by yourself? Why do you keep getting to my personal life? " he frowning—slamming
the door. He left the house for a minute to buy something outside, it's only been a minute
when, Wookyung lost his consciousness.
𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯...

Wookyung rushing to the bathroom door. When he opened it, he found a wet pants of the
professor hanging to dry up; it's from laundry. Wookyung stares at it—sniffing the scent of
the bathroom; it smells like a fabric softener, any scent flower of detergent.

He unzipped his pants—stroking himself while he is bitting the cotton of his shirt up to see
what is he doing. He jerking himself off while he is imagining about the professor. Pushing
him down—and punching him hard on the face. 𝘞-𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨....𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱! He said bleeding
from his punches. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥. Jerking himself
off in his face, and forcing him to take his dick.

"Wookyung? " said the familiar voice. But no one's answering to his call.

"Wookyung, you're in there, right? Come out, and take this. " he said a little sweet. He was
harsh, but he was too scared to get touch too. He was harshed by many, especially the male
Doms.

"Hey, I know I was kinds harsh, let's talk...can you please open the door...? "

The door knob sound. Minho opened the door, he found, Wookyung on the tile floor sitting
like a penent child. Sitting there where he can't see his face—no sound. His hair is wet, he
obviously want to refresh his mind by dipping in the small tab. Minho feel a heartache—
landing his hands, and arms to embrace—to comfort the boy.

"Sorry, sorry. Let's go, and take a sleep. " he said.

But, Wookyung is waiting for a long explanation, he is looking for a reason why he is acting
so hard to him when he tries to get closer to him. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴
𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰...𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦.

Wookyung shredded a tears, and hugged the man. His small head is on to the professor
boarder shoulder—he hugged him very soft, his small hands on to his back feeling that warm
body of, Minho. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦...𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. He
said.

"Are you going to bring me home..." He said sniffing.

"No, you can stay here until you feel better. " he worded them wrong. He didn't mean to make
him stay here for days, he meant that he can stay here for tonight.

"Until I get better? " 𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.

Minho grabbed the warm towel to dry, Wookyung's hair. He looked to the boy; he wonders
how his hair so beautiful, like a sun. Even his lashes are blond, he has ethereal beauty.
𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦?

Minho was a bit shock to hear it, that was sudden, an is very uncomfortable to talk about. He
never has a relationship before, not with anyone. All of them are only after sex, and sees him
only for fun. Minho is an old fashioned man in his 20s, he never liked cheeky relationships,
he also doubt to himself to get a partner anyway. He is a Sub, but he never reacted to any
Doms pheromones, and commands.

"Don't ask about that. " 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴?

"And if I do or don't that's none of your business. " he said so casual. He is always like this.

"Hyung, will you go out if a Dom ask you to? " 𝘎𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱.

"Sorry, please don't get mad... " holding onto his shirt.

"I won't if you shut up, and get to bed. "

He watches the professor on his desk—busy with that piled up paper works. He is poor, and
working hard is the only way to survive. Somehow it's not due to nepotism. People would
favor someone with power or pretty face, especially if they have both.

𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘢𝘥. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦
𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘐 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

He said waiting for him to get finish, but with his fever he can't even open his eyes well. He
feel dizzy, and just siding to see the professor. His sleep position is facing the professor with
his side.

𝘐𝘧 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦...𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳
𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰.

Slowly closing his tired eyes. He wishes not to regret this night once he open his eyes. In the
morning, he'll be gone again to his work, and at night he'll be busy too. Then again, he is his
homeschool teacher. He'll see him next week, and next week, then another next week.

𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.

__________

"You can't do that! You think I'll let that happen! " a loud voice. He clenched his teeth—jaws
are like cobra when he gets mad.

"But you sleep with anyone you want when I am not around. " Cha Woon said while he is
leaning his back to the door.

"That's...that's your fault! You're fucking busy most of the time! I need to get subspace! "
When subs are getting neglected their mental, and physical health get worst.

"But I'm giving them to you... " 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮
𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰...
"You think that will do anything? You go around with business trips, and even stay away for
days! " 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!

"I was...but you said you hate to see me. " he nearly in tears—throat hurts, and voice starts
shaking.

He walks away to get into his room. Cha Woon just watches him from the front door—
packing his stuff to get out of here. He grabbed the large bag from the tall cabinet to pick his
clothes, and things he owns. Cha Woon is just standing there with a brown envelope from
work.

Their relationship is exchange, he slept with, Cha Woon when their first met, but he got
bothered when he found that he is from a rich family. He uses his connection to get whatever
he wants, he even wished for get marry with, Cha Woon. He's an idiot, and easy to trick. He
only follows his heart, so he married him thinking he really loves him. But no, he feel
obligated after he starts getting more clingy to, Cha Woon. He thought that if he reject him,
he'll get subdrop.

But it's true, he married him from fear. But he slowly developed his love for him for 4 years.

"Fucking want a divorce!? I'll give that to you! " he said pushing him a little off away. Cha
Woon lowered his head from exhaustion—and desperation.

The chairwoman calling her son: Cha Woon. Mr. Kim, and Mr. Han is on the office with the
chairwoman who's sitting on her table office. They start talking about the new share, and they
seems to getting a new ideas.

Minho and, Mr. Han know each other, Minho often to visit him to pay off his debt. He pay off
with cash, he also used to teach his kids around 12–19 years old.

"Why isn't he answering? " 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰.

"It's just a divorce paper? What's hard about signing up? Don't tell me that sub is persistent! "
𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺...𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘔𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮.

"So he still getting with him? " she snorted to her image. What will bad even happen if he
divorce that sub? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘺. What's
good with that sub anyway? He can just get someone in his grasp if he wanted to, why even
bother about to get marry?

𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦. Ms.
Cha is bothered about the mistress's son. She gave birth to a prime, but Cha Wookyung is
blooming better than before. She just have to wait until he turned 19.

"If that sub rejects the money, gave him twice amount. " she sighed holding onto her chair.
𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘨.
Mr. Han chuckled to that situation. 𝘐𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

That's right. He is been doing that without realizing it, that action has its own consequences.
 I'll break it
Chapter Notes

Doms: gives orders/command to their subs.

Subs: obeys their master/partner.
Switch: do it as a top of bottom.

Primes:

Dom- dominate everyone except Dom Primes.

Sub- chooses their own partner without getting pushed down.

Switch- it's their choice, they can sleep whoever they wanted to.

Ordinary:

Dom- can dominate anyone who's lower than them.

Sub- easy to take over since their instinct is weaker.

Switch- depends who is the one topor bottom.

Rules-

Commands- given by Doms.

Punishment- given to the subs/switch to fulfill their desire. Both of the party enjoys their
play.

Subspace- happiness or satisfaction the sub/switch received after play.

Subdrop- intense stress or depression after being forced by the actions they don't want to
engage from unwanted doms.

Days has passes again, and Minho begun to struggle with his financial again. He thought that
he might at least pay the debt off as soon as he starts working extras by being a homeschool
teacher. 700,000 won is still not enough for his daily basis, he needs to pay off his debt, and
even if he teaches, Wookyung for 1 week all the money will immediately go to his bank
account, and he can't even cash them out.

He went to, Mr. Han to borrow some money to help him get the permanent position. He
bought himself a laptop for his teaching; books, and pay off the rent. He starts thinking to
move out, and find some better place where the rent is cheaper. When he found one, he was
shock that the landlord said that he can't give him the room anymore because his daughter
needs it since she's starting in collage.

In fact, he was angry that they didn't call him at least when he's ready to give the first
payment. Little did he know that, Wookyung is the one who answered the call from the
assistant landlord.

He starts thinking to find another extra job, he thought a better, and easy way is to sell his
branded wrists watches.

"How am I gonna pay, Mr. Han... " hands are on his head.

𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵...? He has a bad habit of
biting his finger nails when he gets really stress.

Suddenly the Wi-Fi turned off; he's connecting with his neighbor. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵! He went inside the
bathroom, and stand on the corner with his laptop. His phone ringing from a call; it's
surprising, and interesting. Cha Woon is calling him?

Minho dashed to see who is it.

"Hello? "

"Hello, Mr. Byun! " he said on the other side. He is smiling so bright just like Wookyung
when he talks with Minho.

"Good after, Mr. Cha... " 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰,
𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨? He concerned—scrambled his face.

"Oh, are you busy with your work? " he said thinking hard if he interrupted him.

"No, not really sir. "

"Uh...are you free this night? " ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ waiting for his reply.

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮?...𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵.

"I'm not really sure...exam semester is coming. " 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢
𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘣?... Assuming the sudden call.

"Is that so? Then, if you are free I would like to see you. " 𝘖𝘬, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦
𝘴𝘪𝘳.

"Oh no! I'm the one who inviting you! I'll message you, so please just take it a rest. " he said.

The phone hang up, and Minho brushed his hair on the side. Stressing about the money he
needs, he goes to, Mr. Han's place to cash the payment, his bank account is automatically
paying off the rest of his debt in order not to distract himself by buying expensive stuff.
"Ugh...i should contact again the landlord, and pack my things as soon as possible... " he
looks around, with this heavy furniture he really need some help to carry his things. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴
𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘸...

"Hello~" he's here again to pester the man. He is not teaching him after a week. Wookyung is
currently in his check ups.

"What? " not opening the door again. Sometimes you gotta do this. People need to stop going
out, and in sometimes to bother you for no reason at all.

"HELLO~~~" 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰~~ 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦~~ ♪♫

"I'm not gonna open the door for you. "

"So I'm gonna open it for myself? "

"No? No, of course you're not allow here for a meantime. "

"Huh? Why? Are you mad again??? " 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥...𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰???

"Go home, I'm busy. "

"Why! Tell me first, please... "

"I'm working, and when you're here I always get distracted! "

"I, I am here because food... "

"Because what? " 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦... 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥.

"Food what? " 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬s...Wookyung said.

"I can't cook right now. I'm busy I said. "

"I brought ingredients... " 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴...𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦?

"I'll look at it next week. Go home, and rest. "

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺...𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯
𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨...𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵.

"But why not now? " he insisting to get inside.

"Because I'm busy. " as he pack his clothes out from the cabinet.

"But you're not busy enough to reply to me. "

"... " Wookyung did not receive any reply after.

He was startled when he heard a bang inside the apartment. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! The boy
panicked, and didn't know what to do. He asked him again, but Minho isn't replying at all.

He dashed to the front door of the landlord, and lay down under the small window above
Minho's apartment to see what happened. Minho's toe is bleeding, he's sitting there next in
front of the cabinet where it fell. He is sitting there holding onto his knee to his toe—trying to
prevent the bleeding by pressing it down.

"Hyung! Are you alright??? Try to get to the door, and let me in! " he said very concern.

𝘌𝘶𝘨𝘩...he tries to hop on the cabinet to get closer to the door when he slowly stood up. But
he can't even lift his right foot. 𝘚𝘩𝘪𝘵... Thinking he might be seriously injured.

"Hyung, come here! " trying to catch him a little not to get down. He lost balance, and lean
his back against the wall.

"Just stay here, I'll call an ambulance. "

"No! Don't! " he grabbed his slim arm when, Wookyung lifted it to take a call. He stopped
him from calling an ambulance, he doesn't have the money to pay, but doesn't want to tell it
to the boy.

"But you're—! "

"It's just a blood. Go get me the aidkit. "

Wookyung noticed the black bag on the bed. And why the cabinet suddenly fell down? He
helped him clean the space, and assist him for a minute.

Minho's right feet turned purple, and his knee got bruised too. Wookyung watching him
enduring the pain—face is scrambled with irritation. He messaged his mother not to look for
him, because he went to his friend's house to play.

"Mother, I'll be staying at my friend's house...I'll be home by tomorrow. "

"Are you sure you'll be ok? Just don't go and mess around. "

"Understood. "

Ms. Cha decreased her worries, Wookyung and Cha Woon begun to follow her demands. She
starts getting more calls from, Cha Woon after his meetings. Can't believe he let go to that
Sub he was obsessed about.

"Isn't it great, days been really good to me. " 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴.
𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘯𝘰𝘸.

"Madam, should I call, Mr. Woon right now? "

"And for what? "

"Oh, isn't he going to Europe with you next month? He hasn't taking care of the meetings
with, Mr. Choi, and Mrs. Kim..."

"Let him. If I keep gettng into his business again, he will ran away just so you see. " 𝘗𝘭𝘶𝘴,
𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭.

"What about, Wookyung? " 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴
𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.

"Ok, I understand that madam. "

Minho got a fever from the pain. He is injured, not only the excessive bleeding but the
fractured too. He can't step, and walk around freely without relying to someone.

"Minho, hyung? Don't go sleep without taking your pain killer. " 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘢𝘨?

"No, I bought it here next to the next alley. "

Wookyung is still curious about the incident. Why his clothes are packed? Why is he so in
rush? He can't thinking about anything else to be a reason, but whatever it is he'll insists to
know why.

After, Minho take the med he fell asleep. Wookyung covered him with the white blanket right
next to him.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭? Scratching his head. He titled his head a
little while watching the grumpy man sleeping with agony.

𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬
𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦...𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳.
𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥.

Minho whines, but Wookyung didn't do anything to help him from that. He likes seeing him
like this, he found if very comforting. Minho in pain? Comforting?

𝘉𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰...𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦. Out of curiosity, Wookyung opened his
laptop. He checked the files thinking something might be interesting in there.

When he checked one of the file with a weird title, he assumed that it's very important.

𝘎𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘐𝘯 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩? But there's a password before you can go in to check.

"He's very careful with it? Hmm...maybe you got some dirty secrets too..."

He leaned his back to stretch himself. Minho is sweating from the fever, but for Wookyung
it's very enjoyable somehow. He just watch there with a very unhappy face. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵
𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵...𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵.
He searched for his phone on his pocket, he received a message from his friends, they sent
porn videos secretly in their little group chat.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘶𝘩? 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺~~

He pouting while checking each videos they have sent. He passed this one video of a male
sub with pitch-black hair. From his behind he found him attractive already, he has a nice
physique just like, Minho. He flushed by watching intensely, and got a hard on.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵...

He went to the bathroom without looking back to, Minho. He unzipped his pants, and jerk off
himself while he is on it. The video is still playing loud, and he could hears his soft moans.
When the video finished, he came—looking down on his right hand with white sticky thing
in it.

𝘈𝘩𝘩...𝘢𝘩...he panting—staring at it.

He came out with his face—regretting what he had done. He just sits down next to the
sleeping figure of a man. He watches his chest going up and down.

He isn't saying anything, he stay there quietly watching him sleeping.

Minho's phone ringing when the sun is already down. Who could it be? Why unknown
number is calling him? Why he doesn't set this person's name?

He let it go until the person stops trying. However, he is persistent. He calls again for the
second time, Wookyung just stares at it, thinking he'll get tired. When, Minho is making a
sound of waking up from the noise, he swiped the phone into answer by accident.

His calm, and tired face turned surprised. It's 8pm, and he isn't really that tired but who?
Why? There's no way, why are they're talking?

"Hello, Mr. Byun? I received your message, should I go there, and get you? "

Wookyung standing right in front of the door with the phone. He felt a shiver down in his
spine after hearing this voice of a man he is related to. They sound very, very close to each
other.

"I'll just message you then. "

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Chapter Notes

😦😡
Sorry for taking so long...! I had a fucking diarrhea... It took a weeks for me to recover!
here's the full chapter, I'll be back again to work on the next chapter!

"Hmm...looks like, Mr. Byun is not coming. " 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘴𝘯'𝘵
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨?

He turned his head. Leaning inside his car seat, he looks at the mirror on the top—seeing his
hair ruined. He sighed, and fixed his hair to the side with a comb. It's like he is going on a
special date.

"Why would on the earth he invited you on a date? " Wookyung clenched as he is holding
onto that door knob.

Minho is peacefully sleeping on the bed. He can't move his right foot due to the massive
bruised on his knee, and the bleeding toe.

It feels like he turned into a puppet, he needs to move around so he won't feel stiff, but he
sure needs help to even do that thing. Which he hates the most, he hates asking for help
especially when he knew he is capable to do so.

Cha Woon gives it again. He called for the third time—waiting for answer. On the other line
it's, Wookyung whose expressions cannot be paint.

He swiped it to answer. Waiting for his older brother to say something.

"Mr. Byun! I thought you won't answer my call~ I sent you a message but you left me on
read. So I thought I might go—"

"Hyung Woon. He is busy, you should take a rest, and go home. Your husband must be
waiting for you, and don't worry about him he's fine. "

𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨
𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨!

"Wookyung, why are you the one who picked the call? You should have at least let know, Mr.
Byun to answer even if he's busy. " he said while his eyebrows are about to meet.

"He is busy, hyung. I'll tell him you call after he is done. "
"That's his phone, you should not play with someone else's personal thing! " 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸. He said scrambling that face.

But the boy didn't say anything to him. He let, Cha Woon lecture him till he got tired. He
could feel the frustration over the other line, he was not that mad but he sure is upset because,
Minho is not the one who answered him.

Wookyung turned the phone call down. He didn't say anything after that, but he wishes he
could say it.

Say what?

𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.

__________

"Mr. Kim, message Mr. Han, tell him I have a set up for the new project. " she become more
restful.

"Madam, Cha Woon sent a message last night. I think you should read it... " 𝘓𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘵𝘰𝘰
𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴.

"It's really important, it's about—"

"What? He just like checking up on me, and what's all special about that. "

𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨...

"...Wookyung, did he does something crazy again? " she glare at him.

The mistress is also stressing because the company become less popular with the
shareholders.

She thought, Ms. Cha is giving up already after the divorce happened a years ago, but she
starts getting more investment with others. She even took the restaurant, and doubled the rest.

Mr. Kim chatting with the employees when, Cha Woon arrived from way home. He saw, Mr.
Kim from a little distance—politely approach him.

"Good morning, Mr. Kim. " he startled to see, Cha Woon.

He shouldn't be here this time, it's too early, why is he here? 𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺...

"Isn't it too early, sir? " 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

Wow, that's a good line for someone who almost abandoned his career just for someone who
won't care about him if he does not have money.

He's right. Nothing will be early if it's about business, all you do is to come here no matter
what.
"Right. But the chairwoman is talking with someone else, may you please just wait here..."
𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨?

"But it's better for you to comeback in the after Noon, that would be good. Waiting is
tiresome, I think they will also go outside for a little chit chat. "

"I understand, then tell mother I will come back in the after Noon. "

Mr. Kim follow to make sure he is going out.

Minho still in a bad condition. He barely walk now, and how he will turn to the dean to make
up an excuse? That old hag favors whoever he wanted to, as long as they have that thick
pocket loads of money.

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘥... Scratching his head.

"Last night... Now today. " he sighed seeing, Wookyung sitting on a chair in front of him with
a toasted bread, and fried eggs.

"Good morning~" o(〃＾▽＾〃)o smiling so bright.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦... ( ͡°_ʖ ͡°)... ( ͠° ͟ ͜ʖ ͡ ͠°)

He stare at the food that's prepared only for him. As a critic professor he immediately
comments at the look.

"I don't want to say it. " 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?

"What? Are you still feeling dizzy? " he reached into his shoulder. Minho said no, it's totally
fine now. 𝘈𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵. 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶! He said with a
smirk, feeling proud to show it to him.

It's a three slices of toasted bread, and two eggs. It's his first time, don't worry.

"... The food looks dry. " Wookyung reacted on it, too. Σ(ﾟДﾟ；)! 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩... 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺.
Minho repeated it.

"What!? Hyung, this is my first time!!! " He said to the professor. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵! Minho yelled back.

Minho turned around to eat the food despite the feeling of losing his appetite. Wookyung on
the other side is still frowning after that, but he just feel like Minho is not taking him
seriously at all.

He weakly munching on the food he were complaining earlier. It's bland, but he doesn't want
to hurt, Wookyung over a comment. He still in his late bloom, he's sensitive, and emotional.

"Oh! I just remembered... " Wookyung glare at him. Will, Minho talk about his older brother:
Cha Woon? 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘵. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭.
"I forgot to message—" before he could finish, Wookyung stood up to clean the dishes.

He noticed his pheromones. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵... Minho rolled over his back to cover his nose, and head.
Avoiding the strong scent of Wookyung.

"Hyung, do you like reading? " he said. When he turn around he sees the professor covering
himself with a blanket.

He didn't pay more attention to it, his face is gray calm without any more emotion to mark it.
He continue to do the dishes on the small sink as he ignore him with that unusual behavior.
𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦.

Cha Woon arrive at the office again this after Noon. Ms. Cha greeted her son with a pile of
work papers on the table.

"I heard you haven't prepare for our flight in Europe. " 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘔𝘴. 𝘏𝘰.

"About that, she's the one who cancelled the meeting with me. She said that she would offer
it to someone else... " 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰!? 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦
𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦!? Ms. Cha said.

Cha Woon didn't really care at all. Ms. Ho is offering the project to the mistress, and he didn't
even know it. Ms. Cha got angry to her oldest son, and threw her purse to him. It's not new
when others sees them like this, it's always been like this.

"Mother... She said it won't be a bother to you, and when I contacted you, you didn't even
reply... " he said. Well, he can't take it all back now.

She realized she did forget one thing. That bitch mistress is still there causing her too much
work, and tress. 𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘔𝘳. 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘪, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘔𝘳𝘴. 𝘒𝘪𝘮... She said sighing
after frustration.

"Never mind her. You better prepare yourself by tomorrow. We'll be busy with works. "

𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.

__________

"Hyung? Hyung? " pestering the professor. Minho glaring at him already, but Wookyung is
not bother about it. He wants his attention only to him, and only for him.

"Why are you still here? You're here since yesterday, go already. " ( ͠° ͟ ͜ʖ ͡ ͠°)

"But what about, hyung? " 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦? 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦!

"Hyung I'm so sad! Don't you want to give me a proper thanks!? (っ◞‸◟c)... " 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳
𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? "HUH!? I WORK HARD TOO! I CLEAN YOUR HOUSE!
He pouting. "Well! I am the one who clean your cabinet, and put your clothes back! And I
cooked for you, and washed the dishes for you! And I'm the one who cleaned the bathroom
even though it's cleannnn! I—" Minho cover his mouth to shut.

"Please shut up... Just go home. "

"Hyung! I don't want to go home yet~! " 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦~~

The boy annoying the old man even in his rest. He just sitting on the corner of the bed
singing him a lullaby. Minho lacking some rest as well, he can't just take the boy anymore.
What's wrong with him letting him stay here?

𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨~ 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘯𝘰𝘸?

"How am I gonna fall asleep if you keep singing? " He sighed, turn his back to face the wall.

"Am I annoying? " Wookyung said so gloomy.

Minho clenched onto the bed sheet feeling the guilt again whenever, Wookyung tries to talk
only about himself.

He didn't reply to him. He wants to say yes, but he also feel saying no. He just breathing next
to him like it's free. Like it's free?

He could feel his eyes slowly closing. 𝘕𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨. He thought to him. But
saying this will only make the boy get to him more clingy.

Wookyung heard nothing but a humming sound of Minho after falling asleep. His chest is
going up-and-down in rhythm. His pale asleep face is so calm that Wookyung is so
mesmerized by his beauty.

He watches his stomach, and then turn his gaze back to his face.

He watching him with a weird feelings that he, himself cannot explain it. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘲𝘶𝘦.

He lays down next to him, he face him since there's still space against the wall, and Minho.
He just watching him sleeping peacefully. Getting closer next to his big chest, listening
carefully to his heart beat.

𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨... 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘰𝘰?

"I love you so much, please don't push me away. " as he slowly closing his eyes in the
morning dew.
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Chapter Notes

I'm still sick, and I have a work tomorrow... So it will take a long time again for me to
come back.

A black car with small silver horse statue front stopped at the gate. Ms. Cha arrive to the
mansion with silvery, elegant structure.

"Wookyung? " she called. Not so far, she stepped on a slimy thing on the marble floor. She
crumbled out from disgust.

"What... " she follows the weird smell from the balcony.
She chaisng after her breath, she was petrified to see her youngest son acting sick again.

"Wookyung! " grabbing the boy who fainted at the balcony. She called for a private doctor to
check to her son.

Wookyung fainted after coming from Minho's house. His instincts keeps reacting differently
when his mood doesn't matching on the season. It's Winter, he shouldn't be going outside, and
lessen the medicine for awhile.

"How is he? " the chairwoman stood up. The young doctor adjusted his eye glasses. He is
brunette, and six ft tall, working at the chairwoman's.

"I suggest to keep a little space for him. " 𝘏𝘶𝘩...? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. She thought.

"Out of stress, he begun to take his meds every two hours. When I checked the paper meds it
says that he can only take it once in a week. When late blooms possession was interfere their
emotions starts controlling over them, this causes them to harm themselves. "

"But he was doing fine...! He doesn't have any possession yet! " the chairwoman said.

"That can be true, but maybe there is someone he likes. "

She narrowed her eyes. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴? Gritting her teeth. How will she describe the
anger she's feeling right now?

"I understand. Thank you, you may go. " the young man bowed down his head to show the
respect to the chairwoman.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦?

"Madam? " 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢
𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦.

A call from, Mr. Kim. Two hands on her head, too much things to handle. Wookyung must
not fail to be a prime Dom, or else she will be drag by this shame.

"Mr. Kim, will mother come? " Cha Woon said.

"I haven't received any message yet, sir. " the assistant replied.

"I see, she still upset about me. " he sighed. 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥
𝘥𝘰. 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘴 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺... 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

"Mr. Kim, do you think he still awake? " 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘯?

"Wookyung... Haha! " 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴
𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺. Said the assistant.

"Tracking him, huh? " 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰.

"That's actually weird, but he still in his late bloom. I understand that he needs to be
monitored most of the time. "

Mr. Kim did not reply. He doesn't want, Cha Woon to interrupt, Wookyung again. Avoiding
him is the only thing he could do, lady Cha already said it herself.

__________

Wookyung slowly having his consciousness back after fainting at the balcony.

𝘜𝘨𝘩... 𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘴. He muttered.

"Wookyung, have you been taking your meds lately? " ... 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘵. Stepping out
the room, crossing her arms after she puts down the tray next to the boy.

"We'll talk after you finish. Take a bath after, we'll heading out for a moment. " she slowly
closing the door.

He just sitting on the bed with confusion on his face, watching his mother getting out. A
funny situation, yet scary.

He looks down to the food that only prepared for him. 𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺. He said like it's a
sticker sticking onto his head.

𝘐𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘺...

Taking the spoon to taste the food in front of him. He looks at it with dissapointed face.

𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴.

Stepping out in his bed to threw away the food, and left the tray next to his bed. Food doesn't
taste good, nothing really taste good.

𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘰𝘵...

He went for the bathroom door, and he took off his clothes, to show only skin and bones.

It's only a week after what had happened to him, and his older brother. He hasn't talk to him
not try to say sorry.

His pale soft skin showing fully, yet concerning. There's red spots on his stomach, and arms
like bruises.

His muscles hurts, feeling that sore everywhere.

He just standing on the fully wide mirror on his side, staring at his body; watching himself
there, he scrambled hIs expression after seeing his body change in the next minute.

Sometimes he feel like a pig, and the next moment he feel like a thin strand of hair.

"Wookyung! Are you done? " said his mother gently from downstairs.

He came out his door after a minutes.

The boy looks neat even with is hair down, a reddish cheeks from cold, and a sleepy eyes of
his. He is wearing a red scar with black pattern beneath a sage coat.

"Come on now, we have to go. "

__________

"How's your day today? " she softly starting a conversation with her youngest son.

"Good, I'm totally good. "

"Oh I see. Then, may I know what's going on lately. "

Wookyung glanced at her shoulder.

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯. Disdain on her face.

"What... " he said.

"I won't see you for a long time due to business trip. But you're already giving me problem...
I thought you were ok. "

𝘐 𝘢𝘮... 𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘰𝘬. Wookyung slowly putting down the spoon.

"It's winter. You know when late blooms gets really streess during winter, their emotions
starts mixing due to the lack of sun light. " 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵
𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥.

Taking the slice of meat from her plate. He frown, and lower his head.

"Sorry... "

"Apologize is not always working, Wookyung. Don't make up using that, do something.
Enough with excuses. "

𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴. He said.

"Then what should i do! You're not listening to me! I told you to stay inside, yet you wanted
to do everything despite my authority! " 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘊𝘩𝘢 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰
𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦.

He lost it. No, not with that name again. He hates to hear it, he grit his teeth whenever he
hears his name.

"I said I'm fine! I was just having headache, and I'm staying inside! "

"Then atleast know how to take your meds! It's frustrating to look after you most of the time!
" she said with a high voice.

No one is here except the mother, and son. The servants is outside the room waiting for them
to finish.

"You know I have to work, so that mistress won't take everything to us! Your older brother is
already a problem to me, and now it's you! "

She said it finally to finish the running thoughts.

"... I'm fine. "

𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘦𝘵... 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦
𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. She muttered.

"Wookyung... Be honest to me. " 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦?

He fumbled. She glare at him, and he does not understand why. Should he answer no? Will
even that hide everything?

"No... No, mother. " he said with a shake.

"I don't believe you—" replied to her son.

𝘐 𝘢𝘮 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩! 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘣! He only thought
to himself. Assuming no one, but he is, he is thinking about Minho when his mother
mentioned if he seeing someone.

"You lie to me, just like your older brother, and your father did. " he stunned.
He doesn't want to see his mother like this. He nearly in tears, he is afraid to see her
dissapointed face.

"Wookyung, are you seeing someone. " she repeated.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰?

"No, no mother. " he said again.

𝘗𝘩𝘦𝘸... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬! 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭
𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯
𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴.

She said, slicing the meat on her plate. Wookyung fumbled almost, but it's a relief that she is
letting it go easily. For now, just for now.

"And we have another business trip. Tomorrow we'll leave to stay in Europe for half a year...
" saying these words after she what she had said earlier. 𝘈𝘭𝘴𝘰, 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘴.

He showed a sign of uncomfortable with that. He doesn't want to leave, Minho. He's pretty
sure that he'll only get ignore anyway, stay here is better, Minho is here.

"I don't feel comfortable leaving... Plus, I have a homeschool, leaving the country is a bit too
much for me. I'm sick. " he said.

"Well, you can take a different homeschool teacher there for awhile. " 𝘕𝘰... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵
𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. He thought.

"I'm ok staying here, I just don't want to be around with many people. "

Ms. Cha already has a clue. Her son is not comfortable around anyone as he said it awhile
ago, but now that he mentioned the homeschooling, she knew that this is someone close to
her son. Maybe a female classmate he had when he used to go to school.

"Ok, I understand. " don't want to insist anymore.

𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸. 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦
𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘵.

"Yes, mother. "

𝘖𝘩, 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘐 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭. Said the mother with her soft hands on her son's cold,
pale cheeks. Giving him the warm goodbye.

And the night came, the moon is full. He is alone again, again. Standing in front of the silvery
gate of the mansion. He watches the elegant black car disappear in the cold fog.

It's just him again, and his shadow under the yellowish light of lantern.
𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰... 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨. Saying the man's name in the cold night.

𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴?

"What? "

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

Said the voices again to him. Why she didn't mention about the meds? Why she didn't ask
about the meds he takes?

𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴... 𝘗𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. He said.

He covered his ears with his palm to warm himself. 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴
𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳.

You don't have to guess, he went to his house again. Do not worry, he did not walk or run
again all the way here. He used vehicle to get here before his bed time.

But when he's standing in the white door, he doesn't feel his presence. No one is inside, the
lights is off, the room is cold.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰?

"And why are you here again. "

A spark in his eyes after hearing his voice again after a week of staying inside.

"Hyung! " out of excitement, he did not realize he hugging him.

Minho is not bothered about this, he return the hug as he could see the sick face of the boy.

Isn't it painful to see someone struggling without them understanding.

"Let's go inside, it's cold. " patting his back.

 Goodnight

"Why are you here. It's cold outside, and you look sick. " the professor said with a calm face.

"Why? You don't want me to be here? "

"Obviously, Wookyung. " 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

"So you want me to go home? In the cold? " said the boy with crumbled eyebrows.

"What? What's wrong with you all of the sudden. " Minho turn his face with confusion, and
irritation, he turn his back not to look at that dissapointed face of Wookyung.

It's not his responsibility after all. He just pitying the boy, he knows how it's hard when you're
being neglect. It's not his fault.

"Why? Why are you asking me that. I just got here because I want to see you. " said the boy
to the professor.

"... It's already dark, and you still came here despite the winter. You know it's snowing
heavily. " he replied to the boy.

"No, I want to know why you don't want me here. I know that's not only the reason. " he
crumbled that face.

"You're bothering me, and what's wrong with you? Why are you being like this again? " 𝘺𝘰𝘶
𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵.

"I'm just asking! Why do you hate me! " yelling to the professor nearly in tears.

"You asked me, so I just answered! Don't you yell at me! " he crumbled his eyebrows back to
him. 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

Wookyung sees the face of the professor—leaving him a slit in his chest. 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺... 𝘚𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺,
𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨.

"Sorry... I'm going home. "

When he turn his back, Minho noticed the red spot on Wookyung's nape. He asked him, 𝘈𝘳𝘦
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘬? 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘴? Wookyung turned back to see only the
face of worried professor.

"That's my meds, not yours. " he isn't holding onto that door knob.

"You shouldn't overdose, are you trying to kill yourself!? " he said with concerned face.
𝘏𝘶𝘩? Is Minho really care about him? Why is he asking him like that? With that soft, and
sad face of him?

"Sorry, I don't know how to take the meds... " clenching to his sage coat.

"Sit down. "

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘨𝘰. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

"And that's because you ask me. " 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵
𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬? 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

"Then... Will you take care of it? Will you take care of me? "

"What? I'm not your nanny. "

"But I am outside your front door. You can always kick me out anytime, but why you start
caring about me if you hate me. " so bold, not even a flinch or skipping a beat to say it to
him.

No matter how many times he pester him, Minho only gives him a hard-cold face, yet still
soft to him.

"Enough, just sit down. " 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰
𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺.

This made Wookyung smile. That's right, he should only accept him no matter what.

He happily sitting on the white wide bed of the old man's apartment. It's only a week but he
already miss the warm presence here, so different from his home with heater.

He can smell the fabric softener everywhere—from the warm bed sheet—to the kitchen.

Minho uses one detergent cleaning the bathroom or the kitchen. That's why when Wookyung
smells this, he can only think about Minho.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦.

He lays down, and rolling over the bed. He sniffed the blanket just after the laundry.

𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... He smile softly, and close his eyes slowly.

He came back just to see, Wookyung there sleeping on his stomach.

"Hey, you have to eat first. " 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵.

Trying to wake up the boy, but he doesn't reply only a humming in his sleep.

𝘏𝘮𝘱𝘱... 𝘜𝘩𝘮𝘮... "𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥? "

Minho watches his back going up-and-down.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦. He thought to himself.

"Ok, I'll wait till you wake up. " 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘨𝘦, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘱
𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥.

__________

𝘜𝘨𝘩... 𝘈𝘩𝘩! 𝘈𝘩! 𝘈𝘩!! 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱! 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱! Minho trying to get off to the grip.

𝘈𝘩! 𝘈𝘩! 𝘈𝘩𝘩𝘩! 𝘜𝘨𝘩𝘩... 𝘈𝘩! 𝘞𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱! 𝘈𝘩𝘩!!!

A strong sound of ringing in left his ears. He woke up from a vivid dream.

A moan from the professor he desires. Wookyung slowly blinking his eyes, and all he could
see is the dark pitch room.

𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨... 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨. He calling him softly. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮... He widen his
eyes after realizing it.

He turned red, and rolled over to his side. He clenching onto his chest feeling that dream he
had earlier, making him also hold to the pillow next to him.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵... 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. He stilling blushing, trying to remember that face of Minho making
when he is penetrating him.

"Ah... Ah—" he painting from excitement.

𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘐'𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘦𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨!? 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨! He screaming
inside. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨!

An odd sensation of happiness, and satisfaction in his head. He feel redeem, and fine after
now.

"What's wrong with you? " said the professor coming back to the apartment.

"Whe-where have you been? Why did you leave? "

"Nothing, have you eaten yet? " did not reply to whatever he asked.

"No... No, I haven't. " 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘺
𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦?

"Hey, what's going on to your face. " he commented.

Wookyung flushed, and covered himself again.

𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"Whatever, go get here. " he did not hear him saying those words, but even if he does he
won't care at all.

Wookyung prepared the plate for them, and Minho take out the plastic back he brought way
home. Sometimes, Wookyung can be really helpful, huh.

"Wookyung, do not abuse your meds. Those are helping you to recover, if you use them
wrong it will only harm you. " he said as the chopsticks gets to the food.

"Yeah... Sorry. " he doesn't like the food. Minho did not cook today, he just brought a food
way home.

"Why? " he asked.

𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴... Said Wookyung pouting.

"The food is plain. It looks dry. " he remembered.

Minho chuckled to the boy's complain. How funny isn't it, that boy thought he could cook
better.

"It will pass. " he said with a smile.

Wookyung watches that, and a feeling of endless happiness is starting to get over heels again.

Wookyung looks at the plastic bag. 𝘏𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨, 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦?

"Hmm... " said muching the chicken.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘨𝘰 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦... 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘐 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘦
𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳... 𝘈 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵-
𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣?

"Hyung, I want to study literature. " he said smiling at him.

Minho finds it very difficult, yet interesting. He smiles at him feeling so proud, and happy
that at least someone with an attitude have a good taste.

"Yeah, I'll give you a pile of works to do to pass. " he said to him.

The two only laughs at their stupid little conversation with a very nice subject. Wookyung is
not alone, not alone.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦, 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘺𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦.

And after the dinner, he helped to clean the table, and dishes. Minho heads to the bathroom to
take a bath.

Minho can only see him as a kid, and nonetheless...

After a minutes of taking a showering, Minho is stunned to see how Wookyung is capable to
do this. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘮. He thought judging how bratty Wookyung is.

"I'm not that lazy, I just often clean. " proud to himself, huh.

"Good, I'll take out the mattress. "

𝘏𝘶𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥?

"I'm going to sleep in the bed, you'll take the mattress. " he said as a joke. But Wookyung is
pouting there feeling so embarrassed.

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just joking. " 𝘚𝘰 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘥?

"No, you can take the bed I'll sleep on the floor. "

This only made him feel mad, and sad. What a dissapointing feelings, and moment.

"Hyung you can sleep next to me. I don't want to sleep without anyone next to me. " 𝘐'𝘮
𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘥.

"It's better when you sleep comfortably, plus the bed is not that big. You grew tall, you can
occupy the whole space. "

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬? 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬!

"That's why I'm giving the bed to you. " 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

He can't protest anymore, and just stay on the bed by himself. Holding onto that new washed
bed sheets, and blanket.

Minho really likes doing everything. Chores is really easy, he lives all by himself anyway.

Wookyung watches the wooden ceiling, feeling the cold winter.

"Hyung, are you asleep? " he said without looking. But the old man did not reply to him.

"So you're asleep. " He looks on the side facing the wall. Wookyung humming with the sound
only him could hear.

𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱. Said the voice he heard.

"No, he's tired let him be. " closing his eyes by force.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶?

Wookyung widen his eyes, and looks back to see. 𝘐𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮? 𝘈𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳...
𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮? He forced himself go get up. It's not Minho what he saw, but it's his father with an
angry face.
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵... 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘥𝘰... He said. Sitting down holding onto his chest chasing after his
breath.

𝘈𝘩... 𝘈𝘩... 𝘈𝘩𝘩... Tears coursing down his cheeks. Unaware of this situation, he cries for a
help. When a large, and soft hand touched his head he imagined, Minho.

But all of these are just in his head, making a scenario he cannot understand.

He pinched himself to wake him up back to reality. Wookyung starts to feel the worse again.

He searched in every corner, but when he looks down he saw Minho sleeping there
peacefully.

The boy looks at the old man with a revive, and stays next to him. He puts down his head
onto his chest, and his arm wrapped on his stomach.

He still chasing for an air.

But, for now. Minho is the only one who calmed him down.

𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵.

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