Too Perfect [2/6]
Part 1
There was a short scream and a crash from the kitchen before it was followed by curses and apologies. It caused Yongnam to turn to his twin who had been settled in his lap, his brow raised as he looked at him imploringly. There was no doubt about what he was saying through that single gaze.
“Daehyun?” Yongnam called out, not surprised when the man came in, his cheeks flushed, hair a mess and his clothes dirty. The man bowed his head to his masters who were curled together on the couch with their show paused. “Would you like to explain why this is the second time we’re being interrupted?” There was no question in his tone. He demanded an answer.
“S-sir, the new slave, Junhong…h-he’s never been in a kitchen before.” Daehyun explained, trying to catch his breath.
“Brother…” Yongnam warned.
“I told you that we shouldn’t have purchased him!” It was a poor excuse, but Yongguk really didn’t feel like moving from the comfortable position that his twin had brought him to.
“Does that mean you want me to go and solve this problem?” Yongguk was quick to shake his head and push himself from Yongnam’s lap. “Wait.” Yongnam stated, his fingers slipping around Yongguk’s wrist at first before sliding down to entwine with his, an intimate gesture that Daehyun understood very well, dismissing himself without needing a verbal command.
Yongguk smiled down at his elder twin, shaking his head as amusement was shining in his eyes. He didn’t even need to be told what it was that Yongnam wanted. With a smile still on his lips, he leant forward and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. He often knew that Yongnam didn’t like going long without the tender and intimate action of sharing affection.
“Don’t start it without me, okay?” Yongguk spoke in regards to the show that they had been watching, pulling back from his twin and gently sliding his hand from Yongnam’s.
“No promises, baby, you know how I get impatient for you.” There was a double meaning to what Yongnam spoke and it made Yongguk laugh because he knew exactly what Yongnam was alluding to.
Yongguk didn’t bother responding as he went to the kitchen that lay on the opposite wall of where they had been seated. The room was an absolute mess. There was a broken dish across the floor that Youngjae was sweeping up and there was a scowl on the new slave’s face as he was being berated by Daehyun in a low tone that Yongguk wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t walked into the room.
“Junhong?” Yongguk inquired, his head tipping to the side as he regarded his new slave with curiosity, wondering just what was going through his mind for such a scowl to be on his face when he had obviously done wrong. He wasn’t quick to anger like his twin, having the patience to approach the new slave at a different angle from how he knew Yongnam would. “Do you not think that you did wrong?”
“It was an accident!” He snapped suddenly, an airy tone to his voice as he was obviously feeling a sort of anger. His cheeks were flushed and his lips pursed in a small pout that would be cute if not for the lack of respect that he had for Yongguk. The slave master watched the tall, but young slave before him with a curious gaze. The other two were going about cleaning up the mess that had been made with their heads down but Yongguk saw how they were sending warning glances to the youngest who did not seem to notice them.
Yongguk pursed his lips as he shook his head, knowing that there was no way around this. “How did the general put up with you?” He didn’t expect a response, taking a step forward as the slave took one back, snapping back with the petulance of a child.
“He didn’t make me do things with other slaves! No one got in my way!” His voice was raised, obviously irritated and the three in the kitchen knew that it was only a matter of moments before Yongnam came in to solve the problem himself, having zero tolerance for backtalk from slaves, things he considered beneath him.
“Baby brother, I thought you said you’d take care of him.” Speak of the devil-
Yongguk turned to face his twin, shaking his head as he walked over to the slightly elder male and placed a hand both on his shoulder and the side of his neck, trying to redirect his attention to him rather than the new slave who obviously would need to be punished, but certainly not by Yongnam’s hand as that would be pushing it too far.
“Big brother, come on…let me get you another drink so you can finish your show.” Obviously, Yongguk was trying very hard to ensure that Yongnam wasn’t the one to punish the newest slave, but it wasn’t something that said slave was paying attention to, not as he watched these identical twins press closer together, a possessive hand following on the younger’s hip as he looked over Yongguk’s shoulder at the brown-haired teen.
“You can’t keep letting him off.”
“I know, I know.” Yongguk nodded because he did understand. He knew that if the slave didn’t change, then Yongnam wasn’t going to back off as easily and surely wasn’t going to allow his precious brother to continue to baby the slave. “Just…please? Come on…I’ll make it up to you tonight. How about a massage?”
That caught Yongnam’s attention. His eyes quickly flickered back to his younger brother, looking into eyes that were so much like his own and yet he could see the light color deviation, the shape and the slant just slightly different than his own. He’d spent a lot of time staring and observing and examining the face of his younger twin, finding every flaw that he found in himself to be beautiful in the younger man, and he knew Yongguk’s body, his face, everything about him much better than he knew himself. His fingers that were still splayed out on the hipbone of his twin tightened just a bit more, guiding the male’s body closer to his own. There was an obvious lust stirring within the elder man.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done that.” Yongnam spoke low, though not low enough that it went unheard by the other three in the kitchen, two of whom had finished cleaning up the mess and were now going about the rest of the tasks to prepare dinner.
“Yeah, see?” Yongguk smiled, feeling triumphant as he gladly presses his body against his twin’s. It would not only help distract the male, but it would show just how much he wanted what he promised as well. “So…I’ll get you a beer and you can finish watching your show. How’s that sound?”
Yongguk had made this deal for Junhong, but to the slave, it didn’t sound like he was getting much of anything from it. He didn’t realize that he was being spared from Yongnam’s cruel hand and even though he’d been warned by the other two slaves of the house, he didn’t think that it was all that bad. He didn’t realize just how badly a slave would be punished when all he had endured was going without food for a short amount of time or being unable to do something with his free time that he enjoyed. So with that in mind, he didn’t see any reason for Yongguk to make this deal and even though Yongnam was agreeing to it, conceding to allow Yongguk to handle the situation, the way that their lips pressed together moments later to seal the deal had Junhong gagging.
There were few things in the world that Yongnam ever bothered to tolerate. One of those things was his brother’s sympathy for slaves, but then again, he tolerated everything for the man that he loved and would endure as much as he was asked to. But there was something about this slave that he couldn’t wait to break; though he’d be willing not to if his brother kept tempting him as he had been doing. Except for the moment that retched sound left the young slave, causing everyone in the kitchen to tense, then his tolerance ceased and he was no longer interested in humoring his twin. Among the many things that he didn’t tolerate was judgment in his own home. This was the only place that they could be themselves, the only place that the twins could express their love and affection for one another without judgment as the slaves they had didn’t care as long as they weren’t hurt in the meantime. (Daehyun had even told Yongnam once that he found it kind of hot how the twins looked together; albeit, he was heavily intoxicated by Yongnam to make the rough session of fucking-that he did happen to enjoy-easier to endure.) So to now have this slave come into their home and knock on their relationship, express obvious distaste at it, Yongnam wasn’t going to let that slide, especially not at the flicker of pain in his precious twin’s gaze.
The amount of anger that Yongnam felt was unreal. The rage that coursed through him as he stared over his brother’s shoulder at the tall slave was enough to make his heart race, his vision tunnel and his jaw set.
“Get out of my sight.” Yongnam growled out. It shocked Yongguk as he had expected the elder twin to punish the slave for his blatant disrespect to his new masters, whether he agreed with their relationship or not. The two other slaves kept their heads down, pressed against one another’s side for safety and comfort, knowing that Yongnam’s anger would most likely be directed at them as Yongguk was never the target for it. When the slave looked on at his master with confusion, Yongnam snapped again, this time in a louder tone. “I said get out!” It shocked all four of them, all of them startling. Yongnam brought his twin closer to him, holding him to his body despite the disgust that the slave felt and watching as the youngest scurried from the kitchen and up to the room he had been shown hours prior.
“B-big bro-“
“Youngjae, Daehyun, Junhong is not to eat tonight. I do not want either of you going to his bedroom, do you hear me?” His voice cut through the lower spoken tone of his brother, firm and anger filled and neither slave in the kitchen had any delusions that it couldn’t so easily be turned on them if they so much as put a toe out of line. “Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Both of them agreed at once, turning to both clean up the mess that had been made and finish preparing dinner for their masters. They didn’t want to make matters worse, let alone for them as it’d been a while since they’d had to endure punishments, even by Yongnam’s hand which was quicker to strike.
“Yongn-“ Yongguk tried again, though should have expected to be cut off in the way that he was yet again.
Yongnam turned to face his brother and looked at him for a long moment, the gaze itself being enough to shut Yongguk up and he didn’t want to push his luck any more than he might already be doing. Yongguk knew that he could trust the elder twin not to hurt him or punish him, of all people, for something that he didn’t do, but this…he was indirectly responsible for this. If he had allowed his elder twin to take the slave with him to train him and teach him the ways of their lives, this might not have happened.
Yongguk lowered his gaze, looking quite submissive and afraid at that moment.
Instead of comforting his younger brother, Yongnam pulled away and walked from the room, leaving the younger one in shock.
Yongguk looked after his brother and then to the two slaves. Daehyun had finished cleaning up the mess and was working on finishing dinner while Youngjae had taken a step closer to Yongguk. The younger slave had always been treated kindly by Yongguk, the two of them having created a bond that Yongnam often disapproved of, but one that served Yongguk well when Yongnam had to leave for business and took Daehyun with him.
“Master Yongguk…” Youngjae started softly, earning a worried glance from his lover and fellow slave. “Yongguk…” He dropped the title when Yongguk hadn’t looked to him and that was enough to bring his gaze up to him. Youngjae outstretched his hand and Yongguk was taking it moments later, bringing the slave to him to take comfort from an embrace that Yongnam also disapproved of. “He still loves you.”
The soft words had been spoken many times as Yongnam had unstable moods, but they were just what Yongguk always needed to hear.
**
The night passed fairly smooth after the incident. No one heard so much as a peep from Junhong as the slave stayed in his room where he had been told to stay. Yongnam’s mood was still sour, somewhat distant, but after returning from a short walk, he took his younger brother into his arms and kissed him until he was breathless. Soft apologies on both parts were given and both waved off as they could never think to ask their twin to apologize for anything. Youngjae had shared a small smile and a tentative kiss with Daehyun at the sight of their owners making up with one another-the love that Youngjae had for the two was very evident.
Yongnam was lounging in his desk chair in a pair of sweats, having been unable to sleep and had come to the den to finish with some work. It was late, or early morning, and the younger twin was fast asleep while the slaves had retired to the bedroom after finishing their chores. The house was silent, the soft hum of the fans and air-con comforting the man as he looked over contracts and plans and other work that he hated to have to deal with.
There was a soft creak of the bottom step and Yongnam looked up sharply. A small smile formed on his lips as he assumed that it was his twin coming to convince him to come back to bed-looking all cute and cuddly, with that small pout that he has upon waking and Yongnam could never refuse something so adorable. He set the papers back onto the table and pushed from the desk, shutting off the lamp and proceeding to leave the den to go and gather his brother into his arms to take him back to bed.
What he didn’t expect was a much taller, lankier form to be standing just at the landing, looking to Yongnam with wide eyes that were barely visible in the darkness.
“I told you to stay in your room.” All good thoughts and whatever good mood that Yongnam was in disappeared as he looked at the tall slave who looked like a deer caught in headlights. Just from the tone alone, Junhong could deduce that it was the elder of the twins-the more cruel one.
“Sir,” At least Junhong wasn’t stupid enough to call him by his name. “I-I’ve never…n-never gone without a meal b-before…I’m hungry.” His voice was meek, having lost all petulant tone and disgust that it had in the kitchen earlier that night.
“You’d survive.” Yongnam took a few steps towards the teenage slave. “You are disrespectful and the only reason I haven’t beaten that out of you is because my brother has a soft spot for you. If I see or hear about you causing him any more pain then I will beat you, brand you, then throw you out on the street for the harvesters.”
Harvesters were cruel owners. They gathered those deemed fit enough to procreate and put them in terrible conditions. The males needed no special treatment, just being used to impregnate the female slaves. It was a terrible life only used as a last resort for slaves who could not be trained.
“N-no!” Junhong spoke suddenly. He may not know about the world in its entirety, but he knew that being harvested was not something that he wanted. “I-I’m sorry. I-I w-won’t talk back any-“
“Yes, you will.” Yongnam spoke with a scoff. “You are untrained. Tomorrow, I will have my brother properly train you whether you are willing or not, slave. You will learn from Youngjae and Daehyun how to behave in this house, or you will not be part of it. I spent a pretty coin on your purchase; do not make me regret it more than I already have.”
There was silence as Junhong bowed his head, his arms hanging at his side as he shook in a small amount of fear as any slave would in his position. His stomach gave a mighty growl as they stood in the silence but Yongnam would not relent. He did not have compassion for slaves as his younger twin did.
“Get back to your room and if I see that any food is missing, I will be the first to punish you.” Yongnam didn’t even wait to see if he would be listened to, moving instead to pass the slave to go back up the stairs. Now that he had put his work away, he might as well go back to bed where he knew he would be welcomed happily by his brother. The slave would listen and Yongnam had no doubt about it. He would learn and Yongnam would be sure of that or he’d hold up his end of the threat.
There was a short scream and a crash from the kitchen before it was followed by curses and apologies. It caused Yongnam to turn to his twin who had been settled in his lap, his brow raised as he looked at him imploringly. There was no doubt about what he was saying through that single gaze.
“Daehyun?” Yongnam called out, not surprised when the man came in, his cheeks flushed, hair a mess and his clothes dirty. The man bowed his head to his masters who were curled together on the couch with their show paused. “Would you like to explain why this is the second time we’re being interrupted?” There was no question in his tone. He demanded an answer.
“S-sir, the new slave, Junhong…h-he’s never been in a kitchen before.” Daehyun explained, trying to catch his breath.
“Brother…” Yongnam warned.
“I told you that we shouldn’t have purchased him!” It was a poor excuse, but Yongguk really didn’t feel like moving from the comfortable position that his twin had brought him to.
“Does that mean you want me to go and solve this problem?” Yongguk was quick to shake his head and push himself from Yongnam’s lap. “Wait.” Yongnam stated, his fingers slipping around Yongguk’s wrist at first before sliding down to entwine with his, an intimate gesture that Daehyun understood very well, dismissing himself without needing a verbal command.
Yongguk smiled down at his elder twin, shaking his head as amusement was shining in his eyes. He didn’t even need to be told what it was that Yongnam wanted. With a smile still on his lips, he leant forward and pressed their lips together in a gentle kiss. He often knew that Yongnam didn’t like going long without the tender and intimate action of sharing affection.
“Don’t start it without me, okay?” Yongguk spoke in regards to the show that they had been watching, pulling back from his twin and gently sliding his hand from Yongnam’s.
“No promises, baby, you know how I get impatient for you.” There was a double meaning to what Yongnam spoke and it made Yongguk laugh because he knew exactly what Yongnam was alluding to.
Yongguk didn’t bother responding as he went to the kitchen that lay on the opposite wall of where they had been seated. The room was an absolute mess. There was a broken dish across the floor that Youngjae was sweeping up and there was a scowl on the new slave’s face as he was being berated by Daehyun in a low tone that Yongguk wouldn’t have heard if he hadn’t walked into the room.
“Junhong?” Yongguk inquired, his head tipping to the side as he regarded his new slave with curiosity, wondering just what was going through his mind for such a scowl to be on his face when he had obviously done wrong. He wasn’t quick to anger like his twin, having the patience to approach the new slave at a different angle from how he knew Yongnam would. “Do you not think that you did wrong?”
“It was an accident!” He snapped suddenly, an airy tone to his voice as he was obviously feeling a sort of anger. His cheeks were flushed and his lips pursed in a small pout that would be cute if not for the lack of respect that he had for Yongguk. The slave master watched the tall, but young slave before him with a curious gaze. The other two were going about cleaning up the mess that had been made with their heads down but Yongguk saw how they were sending warning glances to the youngest who did not seem to notice them.
Yongguk pursed his lips as he shook his head, knowing that there was no way around this. “How did the general put up with you?” He didn’t expect a response, taking a step forward as the slave took one back, snapping back with the petulance of a child.
“He didn’t make me do things with other slaves! No one got in my way!” His voice was raised, obviously irritated and the three in the kitchen knew that it was only a matter of moments before Yongnam came in to solve the problem himself, having zero tolerance for backtalk from slaves, things he considered beneath him.
“Baby brother, I thought you said you’d take care of him.” Speak of the devil-
Yongguk turned to face his twin, shaking his head as he walked over to the slightly elder male and placed a hand both on his shoulder and the side of his neck, trying to redirect his attention to him rather than the new slave who obviously would need to be punished, but certainly not by Yongnam’s hand as that would be pushing it too far.
“Big brother, come on…let me get you another drink so you can finish your show.” Obviously, Yongguk was trying very hard to ensure that Yongnam wasn’t the one to punish the newest slave, but it wasn’t something that said slave was paying attention to, not as he watched these identical twins press closer together, a possessive hand following on the younger’s hip as he looked over Yongguk’s shoulder at the brown-haired teen.
“You can’t keep letting him off.”
“I know, I know.” Yongguk nodded because he did understand. He knew that if the slave didn’t change, then Yongnam wasn’t going to back off as easily and surely wasn’t going to allow his precious brother to continue to baby the slave. “Just…please? Come on…I’ll make it up to you tonight. How about a massage?”
That caught Yongnam’s attention. His eyes quickly flickered back to his younger brother, looking into eyes that were so much like his own and yet he could see the light color deviation, the shape and the slant just slightly different than his own. He’d spent a lot of time staring and observing and examining the face of his younger twin, finding every flaw that he found in himself to be beautiful in the younger man, and he knew Yongguk’s body, his face, everything about him much better than he knew himself. His fingers that were still splayed out on the hipbone of his twin tightened just a bit more, guiding the male’s body closer to his own. There was an obvious lust stirring within the elder man.
“It’s been a while since we’ve done that.” Yongnam spoke low, though not low enough that it went unheard by the other three in the kitchen, two of whom had finished cleaning up the mess and were now going about the rest of the tasks to prepare dinner.
“Yeah, see?” Yongguk smiled, feeling triumphant as he gladly presses his body against his twin’s. It would not only help distract the male, but it would show just how much he wanted what he promised as well. “So…I’ll get you a beer and you can finish watching your show. How’s that sound?”
Yongguk had made this deal for Junhong, but to the slave, it didn’t sound like he was getting much of anything from it. He didn’t realize that he was being spared from Yongnam’s cruel hand and even though he’d been warned by the other two slaves of the house, he didn’t think that it was all that bad. He didn’t realize just how badly a slave would be punished when all he had endured was going without food for a short amount of time or being unable to do something with his free time that he enjoyed. So with that in mind, he didn’t see any reason for Yongguk to make this deal and even though Yongnam was agreeing to it, conceding to allow Yongguk to handle the situation, the way that their lips pressed together moments later to seal the deal had Junhong gagging.
There were few things in the world that Yongnam ever bothered to tolerate. One of those things was his brother’s sympathy for slaves, but then again, he tolerated everything for the man that he loved and would endure as much as he was asked to. But there was something about this slave that he couldn’t wait to break; though he’d be willing not to if his brother kept tempting him as he had been doing. Except for the moment that retched sound left the young slave, causing everyone in the kitchen to tense, then his tolerance ceased and he was no longer interested in humoring his twin. Among the many things that he didn’t tolerate was judgment in his own home. This was the only place that they could be themselves, the only place that the twins could express their love and affection for one another without judgment as the slaves they had didn’t care as long as they weren’t hurt in the meantime. (Daehyun had even told Yongnam once that he found it kind of hot how the twins looked together; albeit, he was heavily intoxicated by Yongnam to make the rough session of fucking-that he did happen to enjoy-easier to endure.) So to now have this slave come into their home and knock on their relationship, express obvious distaste at it, Yongnam wasn’t going to let that slide, especially not at the flicker of pain in his precious twin’s gaze.
The amount of anger that Yongnam felt was unreal. The rage that coursed through him as he stared over his brother’s shoulder at the tall slave was enough to make his heart race, his vision tunnel and his jaw set.
“Get out of my sight.” Yongnam growled out. It shocked Yongguk as he had expected the elder twin to punish the slave for his blatant disrespect to his new masters, whether he agreed with their relationship or not. The two other slaves kept their heads down, pressed against one another’s side for safety and comfort, knowing that Yongnam’s anger would most likely be directed at them as Yongguk was never the target for it. When the slave looked on at his master with confusion, Yongnam snapped again, this time in a louder tone. “I said get out!” It shocked all four of them, all of them startling. Yongnam brought his twin closer to him, holding him to his body despite the disgust that the slave felt and watching as the youngest scurried from the kitchen and up to the room he had been shown hours prior.
“B-big bro-“
“Youngjae, Daehyun, Junhong is not to eat tonight. I do not want either of you going to his bedroom, do you hear me?” His voice cut through the lower spoken tone of his brother, firm and anger filled and neither slave in the kitchen had any delusions that it couldn’t so easily be turned on them if they so much as put a toe out of line. “Am I understood?”
“Yes, sir!” Both of them agreed at once, turning to both clean up the mess that had been made and finish preparing dinner for their masters. They didn’t want to make matters worse, let alone for them as it’d been a while since they’d had to endure punishments, even by Yongnam’s hand which was quicker to strike.
“Yongn-“ Yongguk tried again, though should have expected to be cut off in the way that he was yet again.
Yongnam turned to face his brother and looked at him for a long moment, the gaze itself being enough to shut Yongguk up and he didn’t want to push his luck any more than he might already be doing. Yongguk knew that he could trust the elder twin not to hurt him or punish him, of all people, for something that he didn’t do, but this…he was indirectly responsible for this. If he had allowed his elder twin to take the slave with him to train him and teach him the ways of their lives, this might not have happened.
Yongguk lowered his gaze, looking quite submissive and afraid at that moment.
Instead of comforting his younger brother, Yongnam pulled away and walked from the room, leaving the younger one in shock.
Yongguk looked after his brother and then to the two slaves. Daehyun had finished cleaning up the mess and was working on finishing dinner while Youngjae had taken a step closer to Yongguk. The younger slave had always been treated kindly by Yongguk, the two of them having created a bond that Yongnam often disapproved of, but one that served Yongguk well when Yongnam had to leave for business and took Daehyun with him.
“Master Yongguk…” Youngjae started softly, earning a worried glance from his lover and fellow slave. “Yongguk…” He dropped the title when Yongguk hadn’t looked to him and that was enough to bring his gaze up to him. Youngjae outstretched his hand and Yongguk was taking it moments later, bringing the slave to him to take comfort from an embrace that Yongnam also disapproved of. “He still loves you.”
The soft words had been spoken many times as Yongnam had unstable moods, but they were just what Yongguk always needed to hear.
**
The night passed fairly smooth after the incident. No one heard so much as a peep from Junhong as the slave stayed in his room where he had been told to stay. Yongnam’s mood was still sour, somewhat distant, but after returning from a short walk, he took his younger brother into his arms and kissed him until he was breathless. Soft apologies on both parts were given and both waved off as they could never think to ask their twin to apologize for anything. Youngjae had shared a small smile and a tentative kiss with Daehyun at the sight of their owners making up with one another-the love that Youngjae had for the two was very evident.
Yongnam was lounging in his desk chair in a pair of sweats, having been unable to sleep and had come to the den to finish with some work. It was late, or early morning, and the younger twin was fast asleep while the slaves had retired to the bedroom after finishing their chores. The house was silent, the soft hum of the fans and air-con comforting the man as he looked over contracts and plans and other work that he hated to have to deal with.
There was a soft creak of the bottom step and Yongnam looked up sharply. A small smile formed on his lips as he assumed that it was his twin coming to convince him to come back to bed-looking all cute and cuddly, with that small pout that he has upon waking and Yongnam could never refuse something so adorable. He set the papers back onto the table and pushed from the desk, shutting off the lamp and proceeding to leave the den to go and gather his brother into his arms to take him back to bed.
What he didn’t expect was a much taller, lankier form to be standing just at the landing, looking to Yongnam with wide eyes that were barely visible in the darkness.
“I told you to stay in your room.” All good thoughts and whatever good mood that Yongnam was in disappeared as he looked at the tall slave who looked like a deer caught in headlights. Just from the tone alone, Junhong could deduce that it was the elder of the twins-the more cruel one.
“Sir,” At least Junhong wasn’t stupid enough to call him by his name. “I-I’ve never…n-never gone without a meal b-before…I’m hungry.” His voice was meek, having lost all petulant tone and disgust that it had in the kitchen earlier that night.
“You’d survive.” Yongnam took a few steps towards the teenage slave. “You are disrespectful and the only reason I haven’t beaten that out of you is because my brother has a soft spot for you. If I see or hear about you causing him any more pain then I will beat you, brand you, then throw you out on the street for the harvesters.”
Harvesters were cruel owners. They gathered those deemed fit enough to procreate and put them in terrible conditions. The males needed no special treatment, just being used to impregnate the female slaves. It was a terrible life only used as a last resort for slaves who could not be trained.
“N-no!” Junhong spoke suddenly. He may not know about the world in its entirety, but he knew that being harvested was not something that he wanted. “I-I’m sorry. I-I w-won’t talk back any-“
“Yes, you will.” Yongnam spoke with a scoff. “You are untrained. Tomorrow, I will have my brother properly train you whether you are willing or not, slave. You will learn from Youngjae and Daehyun how to behave in this house, or you will not be part of it. I spent a pretty coin on your purchase; do not make me regret it more than I already have.”
There was silence as Junhong bowed his head, his arms hanging at his side as he shook in a small amount of fear as any slave would in his position. His stomach gave a mighty growl as they stood in the silence but Yongnam would not relent. He did not have compassion for slaves as his younger twin did.
“Get back to your room and if I see that any food is missing, I will be the first to punish you.” Yongnam didn’t even wait to see if he would be listened to, moving instead to pass the slave to go back up the stairs. Now that he had put his work away, he might as well go back to bed where he knew he would be welcomed happily by his brother. The slave would listen and Yongnam had no doubt about it. He would learn and Yongnam would be sure of that or he’d hold up his end of the threat.