Before The Dawn (Stay With Me) - Chapter 7 (1/2)
Title: Before The Dawn (Stay With Me)
Author: mushnrice
Ratings: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing(s): Woohyun/Sunggyu, Myungsoo/Sungyeol/Sungjong, Dongwoo/Hoya
Summary: A mysterious slave who hides who he really is, a rebellious master who has a secret. Thrown together and mixed, will these two people’s lives be changed when they meet each other as Master and Slave?
Before the Dawn (Stay with Me)
Chapter 7
A/N : I said two weeks, I lied. I'm mean, I know. ;/Ahwell. Smut in this chapter~ Don't read if you can't handle graphic. Xx" Tired....
It was raining. Booted feet stepped onto the first step leading up into the Kim household, the girl delicately shaking the wet umbrella in her hold. Masked men followed behind her, another young girl’s face obscured by a black mask. The lead girl’s index finger reached out, red nail glinting in the dark lamp light. She pressed the weathered door bell.
Immediately, the door creaked open, Butler Kim’s eyes widening at who it was. He stepped back, wary, hands held out in a defensive posture.
Painted red lips curved up in a smile and the girl stepped into the marble mansion past the shaking butler, high heels clacking on the floor. The rest of the contingent followed tightly, leaving no space for intruders.
Sungha stepped out from the wooden hallway door and motioned Butler Kim in.
“Nam Ji Hyun-goon. It’s so sweet and nice of you to visit my humble abode.” Opening his arms, Sungha bowed with a flourish.
“Humble indeed. I hear that your trade with America was successful?” The lead girl fluttered her fingers lightly against the wet shiny and red umbrella.
“Yes, very successful. Now, let us discuss more of this in the greeting room. It is not appropriate for me to speak of business out in the hall where any monkey can hear us.”
She twitched.
“Indeed, we shall move.”
The umbrella disappeared. A loud crack resounded through the entrance as it buried itself into one of the marble walls, tip first. Cracks webbed out from the point and Sungha narrowed his eyes.
“I’m sorry, that was my weapon. I’m sure you wouldn’t have wanted me bringing in weaponry to your house.” She smirked, actions clearly provoking.
“Of course not, of course not.” Smiling, he moved to the side and motioned inwards. “I suppose that your bodyguards have weapons that need to be pinned to that wall too?”
As if in answer to his question, knives, swords and weapons of all sorts flew into the wall, the whole room trembling. Most noticeable was the red umbrella and a pair of red cloth sticks, the other weapons circling around them. Spotting it, Sungha turned towards the group.
“Nam Ji Eun is here too?”
As if on cue, the young girl stepped forward. She was at a tender age, maturity not yet fully bloomed. Her gentle features were most notable, in contrast to her sister’s sharp visage. Lowering her head just slightly, she stared up at Sungha with hard eyes before straightening up again.
“Ahh, pleasure to meet you.”
Turning, he began to make his way inwards.
“Butler Kim, do close the door.”
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“Yah yah, Hoya, move it, we’re needed in the main hall. It seems that the Nam family has sent over an envoy.” Running into the room at full tilt, Sungjong froze and then screamed as a blur pushed by him, him nearly losing his balance. Myungsoo leaned over to prop him upright again, before turning towards Dongwoo.
“A Nam envoy coming here? They dare to come?” Hurrying towards the both of them, he too began to pull on his armour. Catching the gear thrown to him, Hoya began to pull on his full body armour as well as gloves.
Dongwoo barked out a laugh, and Sungjong twitched. How can he laugh in such a serious time? The question was answered when Dongwoo glared out of the window, eyes a fiery, deadly red. Hoya smirked as well, looking at Dongwoo.
“Oh, they dare to come. But they won’t know what hit them after we’re through with them.”
Crossing to the middle of the room, the lovers of them connected, mouths meeting in a slight kiss. They then let go, but their hands were still entwined.
“Keep safe.” Hoya mumbles, letting go.
“Keep whole.” Dongwoo murmurs, the both of them stepping out of in unison.
Sungjong trembled lightly and turned towards Myungsoo, looking around for Woohyun. The other slave wasn’t going to like this piece of news.
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“Mason, get all the slaves here, full assembly. We're taking a tour of the house later. I want to show my riches off.” Hurrying along the corridor, Sungha went into his room and motioned for his personal slave to stand up. He did, and Sungha immediately threw him a low cut shirt and tight fitting jeans.
“Wear that, follow me.”
He himself went into the toilet to change, looking out of the huge glass wall separating the toilet and his room to see his slave changing.
A smirk danced on his lips. His property had boomed within the last few years he was in control. He was going to enjoy this session's talk.
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Tension thrummed in the room as Sungha made his way into the grand room, slave following a few steps behind. When they got to the door, the buff man turned and hooked a finger into the worn leather collar, pulling the young boy forward. Their lips met, and Sungha trailed a path down to his neck, a faint flush covering the pale skin.
"Behave, you hear me?"
The slave nodded, mouth parted and slightly panting.
"Good." Motioning for Butler Kim to open the doors, he eyed the slave before turning around, fluffing out his robe. A nod was sent to the butler.
The red smooth doors were tugged open.
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Mir was shifting uneasily around, Sungjong looking up at the boy. Shuffling slightly closer to the boy so as to not get caught, Sungjong leant towards the uneasy boy.
"Hyung, why were we assembled?"
Jumping in slight shock, Mir turned to face him, then stuck out his head for any of the slave controllers.
"It's rare, but it happens. This means that someone of extremely high importance came here. The master of the household wants to show off his riches."
At this moment, the door was shoved open and Woohyun came hurrying in, wet from head to toe. Bowing repeatedly to the slave controller, he slipped into line beside Sungjong. He was breathing harshly, muscles slightly flexed.
"Hyung, where'd you g-"
"Alright, listen up." Jihoon cracked his whip lazily against the floor, the swish of it clearly heard in the silent room.
"The Nam family sent an envoy over today. Master Sungha thinks that they are here to negotiate their freedom and for power, therefore in order to show them who really is in control, he wanted all the slaves to assemble and parade."
Silence ensued his words, Sungjong stealing a peek at Woohyun. He was downright pale, trembling slightly.
Shit. Tuning out what the slave controller was saving in order to pay attention to what Woohyun was doing, Sungjong began to move forward, maybe ask if Woohyun could sit ou-
"Alright, let's move out!"
Double shit. As one, all the slaves turned towards the double wooden, Sungjong following woodenly. Woohyun's footsteps were a drum against his ears, and Sungjong twitched, trying to twist around and yet not make it seem obvious.
"Hey new boy! Turn around!" A poke to his back made him whip his head around again, hands twisting nervously together. He only hoped that Woohyun wouldn't collapse or do something worse.
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"Ahh, here they come. A total of a hundred and fifty seven slaves, all brought here within the last fifteen years. A new shipment just arrived a few months ago."
Glass clinked against teeth as the older girl leaned comfortably against the lush sofa, brought a wine glass up to her lips and sipped. She nodded slightly, not seemingly interested, and instead of looking up as Sungha wanted to, was examining her nails in great detail. Sharpened eyes took note of everyone, Ji Eun, the younger sister was tracing almost everyone in her vision, red eyes darting back and forth. They passed by a mop of blonde hair, continued on, then swept back agai-
Her eyes widening in horror, she shifted slightly closer towards Ji Hyun and stared, their minds connecting. Ji Hyun's head snapped up towards her younger sister and she straightened ever so slightly. Sungha watched the exchange in amusement.
Unnie, there's someone that's really like Woohyun oppa, but I'm not sure if it's him or not. Behind the blonde guy.
Nodding, Ji Hyun leant back again, and lifted the glass to her lips, except this time, her eyes followed Ji Eun's line of vision to stare at the pale male. Stock still, hands clenched into tight fists, ram rod straight back, tall, simply dressed, not too overly muscled...
That face... Eyes narrowing, she stood up and motioned towards Sungha.
"May I request to see some of your slaves?"
Shocked silence filled the room, Sungha's stunned expression visible for a moment before he regained his composure.
"Sure, sure, do go ahead."
Heels clacked against the wooden floor as Ji Hyun made her way towards the blonde, sister following a few steps behind. She noted the way the male stiffened all the more, face twisting away from both her and her younger sister.
"Blonde boy, what's your name?"
Wide doe eyes stared at her, before he was poked in the side by the boy beside him. "S-sungjong..."
A perfectly plucked eyebrow rose.
"Lee Sungjong. Your parents are the forbidden twins Lee Jongki and Lee Sunhwa?"
The blonde boy's gaze hardened, the male beside him turning slightly to face Sungjong.
"Amazing, Kim Sungha. You are truly amazing." Clapping as if to prove her point, Ji Hyun turned around again to face Sungha, eyes a blazing furious red. "You even managed to capture my father's brother's son as your own. I assume that the twins are dead and that you personally killed them? I
suppose this boy doesn't even know that he is serving the person who killed his parents. Heartless, truly heartless. You live up to your name, Kim Sungha, the Lion."
Trembling. Sungjong was trembling badly, eyes trapped to the floor in front of him. Woohyun wanted nothing better than to break the girl's neck and then draw the other boy into his hold, but he knew that it was against the rules and that both him and Sungjong would be punished if he did so.
Eyes connected with each other, Ji Eun staring at the other male. Cold heartless eyes met hers and she flinched, trying not to appear afraid of this weak slave male. Her sister was staring Sungha down, both of them in a tense position. Energy crackled in the room, Ji Eun not noticing as she stepped forward to peer directly into the boy's face.
Red flashed, before Woohyun was gasping, keening against the floor. A long line of red was stretched across his face, the younger girl's hand crackling with orange energy.
Weak, useless and pathetic. You're so soft. One attack and you're down on the floor.
"Rude slave. Do not stare at me like I owe you something."
"Rude boy, don't stare at me like that with what you think are cute eyes."
The older male visibly flinched.
Woohyun immediately lowered his head, tiny hand cupping his cheek. Blood slipped through his stubby fingers and landed in splatters on the grey concrete training floor.
Turning, she made her way beside Ji Hyun.
His father turned away from him and started walking away, footsteps fading in the dark light.
"Do not come in until you finish your training, boy."
Unnie, it is him... It is Woohyun oppa.
Pain filled eyes were shut as she heard the blonde boy helping the other slave up, as she heard blood dripping down onto the floor, as she heard whispers of concern. Ji Hyun broke eye contact with Sungha to stare sorrowfully at the pale slave. A gentle hand was put on Ji Eun's shaking shoulder.
"Sister, we have had enough for one day. Let us go now." Turning back to Sungha, her eyes hardened.
"Take good care of your property, Kim Sungha. This is a threat. We are becoming stronger, and we will take what was rightfully ours back." Power was weaved into her voice, stunning even Sungha.
"We move."
The bleakly dressed contingent arose as one and glided out of the room.
"Appa, don't take away Woohyun oppa, please! I'll go, it's better for yo-"
"Nonsense, dear. You are much more useful than that boy. He sells for a hefty price too... We need that money to keep our family going. Don't argue, Ji Eun-ah. Go find your sister. Now."
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"Darling, are you alright?" A hand cupped at Woohyun's chin and forcefully tugged, the slave biting a cry of protest as his neck cracked.
A trickle of blood leaked down.
"My my, the Nam sisters are very violent, aren't they?"
Silence greeted his words, no one daring to agitate the angry man further.
"Disgusting. Who do they think they are, flouncing in here and then threatening us."
"Rest assured, uncle, we will go to their house and check on their activities..."
"Good. I trust you, Hoya and Dongwoo. Do not fail me."
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Part 2 here