All That Glitters part 2
Title: All That Glitters
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: past!HyunJoong/KyuJong
Warnings: AU, angst
Rating: R overall
Summary: HyunJoong is a man of society who must have the latest things, but keeping his latest find could be far more than he had bargained for.
A/N: Christmas present for yeonah <333 Hopefully I'll have this all finished by Christmas xD
"Well, JungMin, what do you think?" HyunJoong said, watching the Songbird intently as it stalked around the confines of its cage. It had taken the better part of an afternoon for the cage to be constructed, HyunJoong overseeing the process in curiosity as HeeChul's men meticulously worked with the strings. They wore protective gloves, clothing and masks, the fibers of the string incredibly toxic to humans. Or so he was told, the workers wouldn't give him a straight answer as to what the material was, directing all questions he had to HeeChul.
Said man had arrived not long after the cage had finished and the workers helped wheel in the transport cage, the metal boxed lined with the same silvery material. At first the Songbird had protested being moved out of the transport, but when a weapon was leveled at him, some kind of taser, the bird ruffled it's plumage in irritation and stalked in the small opening that had been left. Once inside, the workers closed up the opening and gave HyunJoong instructions about how to make small holes in the webbing to pass food through.
HyunJoong had listened vaguely, waving them off as he watched the red bird walk the perimeter of it's new home. "Well?" he asked again, trying to move into the Songbird's line of sight. Dark eyes met his briefly before turning away. One wing flickered out, trembling slightly before it folded back onto its back. "I'll take that as good. Now, we are going to have to set up some kind of communication here JungMin. I don't understand feather talk, but you clearly understand me."
"It's no use," HeeChul said, the man still hanging around as the workers were closing up the transport box. "He doesn't react to anything, unless he wants to. Even then it's hit or miss if he'll be pleasant. The only thing he responds to is the taser."
HyunJoong's lips pursed at that, watching JungMin stiffen at the word before retreating to the chair that had been provided. "I don't believe in using punishment like that. I'll find my own way to train him."
"Suit yourself," HeeChul shrugged. "I think you just bought yourself a headache to be honest. Out of the six of them, he is by far the worst."
"Well, he is my headache to deal with since I paid a small fortune for him," HyunJoong said, growing irritated with the other man. "Was there anything else I need to know?"
"I think we went over the care instructions pretty thoroughly already," HeeChul said. "I do wish you luck, you're going to need it."
"Thank you," HyunJoong said tersely, showing the man out. He glanced over his shoulder briefly at the Songbird, their eyes meeting momentarily just before HyunJoong left the room. He could have been burned by the sheer hatred he felt radiating from the bird in just that brief second. if he had been a sane man, he would have wondered what it was he had just got himself into.
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Luck was rarely on HyunJoong's side as of late. Just the day after purchasing the Songbird, an emergency had cropped up in the business. His father needing him at work ore than usual and had called on him at home to come into the office. An accounting error somewhere had threatened their entire quarterly report and it was up to him and his staff to find the error and fix it before their shareholders found out.
It was close to a week before the error had been found and fixed and HyunJoong was able to take off a few more days of work, wanting to spend some time in training the Songbird. Though he could tell by the way the bird was glaring at him that he was not happy at having been left alone for such a long amount of time. Or it was because he was caged, abused, and mistreated for who knows how long. Being left alone probably didn't help endear HyunJoong to the bird either way.
"My apologies, JungMin," HyunJoong said, waiting until the servant was done setting up his chair before sitting down. "I hadn't wanted to just dump you here and forget about you." That earned a ruffle of feathers and the bird looking away. "Ah, you're irritated with me, I can accept that."
Leaning forward in his chair, HyunJoong looked over the bird, admiring the rich red of his plumage and hair, the coppery shimmer to his cheeks. He was a fine looking specimen. All power and substance, like a living flame.
"JungMin, I want us to get started on the right foot here," HyunJoong said, his expression set even as the bird turned his baleful gaze towards him. "I want to assure you that no matter how disobedient or willful you are, I will never hurt or torture you in any way. I do not believe in cruelty, but rather a gentle guiding hand."
JungMin's expression looked curious for a moment before the bird snorted and rolled his eyes. His wings rustled behind him, the sound of the feathers shifting against one another sounding like laughter.
"I was serious though about starting some kind of dialog. I don't understand this language of wings and feathers that you use, but I would like to learn," HyunJoong said. "You teach me your language, and in turn, I will reward you, does that sound fair?"
The response he received was hard to understand. JungMin's amused expression remained unchanged but his wings flared open behind him, flapping lightly before dropping to the floor.
"So... I'll take that as a no," HyunJoong sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Alright then, will you sing for me? I'm sure you have a magnificent singing voice."
That spurred a reaction from the bird, JungMin getting to his feet quickly with his wings opening to wrap over his shoulders. JungMin's head cocked to the side lightly as he approached the edge of the cage, lifting one hand to crook his finger at HyunJoong.
Bemused, the human got up slowly and walked up to the cage, looking the Songbird up and down, admiring everything about him. "Are you going to sing for me?" he asked. JungMin's head tipped downward in compliance before he took in a deep breath and... screeched.
The sound was loud, nearly blowing HyunJoong's eardrums at the first squealing note. Clamping his hands over his ears, HyunJoong stumbled backward. The sound rattled around his brain, forcing him down to his knees when he could no longer stay upright.
As soon as it started it was over, JungMin closing his mouth and watching HyunJoong with narrowed eyes as he slowly got back to his feet.
"Are you testing me?" HyunJoong said, barely able to hear his own voice. "Trying to see if I'll go back on my word? I made you a promise, bird," he said testily. "I will not harm, nor abuse you in any way, but I will not stand for disobedience. You do that again, and I will punish you appropriately."
JungMin's wings flared out and his arms stretched out in a challenge. Mere empty threats were not going to persuade this bird to do as told. HyunJoong sat back down in his chair, hands folded in his lap. He watched the bird slowly back up to retake his seat. Neither took their eyes off the other.
"I've trained stubborn animals before, horses, dogs, even a cat once when I was young," HyunJoong said. "You think you'll provoke a reaction out of me, test my limits before I do something to harm you. You can save yourself the trouble, JungMin. If you continue to act in this manner then I will just walk away for another week, a month. I'll close the windows so you'll never see the sky again. Is that what you want?"
The bird's eyes narrowed at that, but it wasn't the same cold fury from before. There was a question in those eyes, seeking the answer in HyunJoong's expression. There was also a nervousness, a small twitch of those dark eyes towards the windows where sunlight streamed in through the garden. HyunJoong wasn't stupid, he knew a bird, even one that looked like a man would be wanting to soar through the air as opposed to being trapped in a cage.
After a few moments of hesitation, JungMin slowly bowed, his wings stretched out and down, tips brushing the floor. It was an impressive sight those wings, HyunJoong's lips quirking slightly at the submissive gesture.
"Very well. The windows will stay open for now," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "But test e again, bird, and I will make good on my promise. You cooperate, I will see that you have a wonderful, long life here with me."
Something flared in the bird's eyes, but his head dipped into the bow again, lost from sight. HyunJoong understood though, and he wasn't a mean or hostile man. Catching a tiger does not make it a house cat.
"Now, will you sing for me?" HyunJoong asked, watching as the bird slowly straightened up again. JungMin's feathers ruffled slightly as he folded his wings up at his back, but the look of disobedience in his expression was gone. HyunJoong was sure it was a mask to hide his true feelings, but after suffering through whatever mistreatment he had gone through at HeeChul's, this was a far better alternative.
The Songbird's head tilted upwards, his hands limp at his sides as he began to sing. HyunJoong leaned forward, resting his pals on his knees as he listed, entranced by the music once again.
Unlike YoungSaeng's sweet higher pitch, JungMin had a deeper, smooth texture to his voice that HyunJoong hadn't thought possible. It was far different from YoungSaeng, but no less hypnotic to hear.
As quickly as it had started though, JungMin stopped, his mouth clicking closed and jaw squaring as he glared at HyunJoong. A taste, that's all he was willing to do. HyunJoong shook his head slightly to clear it before standing.
"In time JungMin, you'll be singing for me until I tell you to stop," he said, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt. "I will be back tomorrow, and I expect you to sing for longer than ten seconds. Or the curtains will be closed."
JungMin's reply was a slight puffing up of his feathers before settling down and he inclined his head. Not happy, but willing to obey. It would have to do for now.
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Every day from that point on continued with the same sort of back and forth. JungMin would test his limits, finding them easier to live by as long as he got to see the sky. HyunJoong enjoyed the songs that JungMin would sing, no matter how brief they were.
It was an uneasy peace between them, one that neither side wanted to break. JungMin not wanting to lose his view, and HyunJoong not wanting to break the spirit of the creature. He wasn't a cruel man after all.
As it was though, his brief vacation did come to an end and he was forced to return to work. He had informed JungMin of this, but the bird seemed largely indifferent to his comings and goings as long as the curtains remained open. HyunJoong had vague ideas of tearing down one of the walls to put in larger windows, but that could come later when JungMin had truly proven his worth.
A week had gone by before he could turn around, and then another, and before he had even realized it, it had been a month. He spent as much time as he could afford in training with JungMin, but his hours at the office and grown longer and longer each night until he was only able to sit through a meal before promptly passing out. Some days he didn't even get his meal and collapsed fully clothed on his bed.
It wasn't a secret that HyunJoong liked to be in control. An annoying habit he had picked up from his father, but he liked everything to be just so. His clothes were the finest designer labels, his cars the most expensive luxury models offered. When it came to his work, he dealt with the majority of it himself and his meetings scheduled well in advance in a neat little calendar so people couldn't interrupt him unannounced.
Only one person was allowed to interrupt him that wouldn't have him scowling and that was not who just walked in the door without knocking.
"Hyun."
"GyuRi," HyunJoong replied, not looking up at her as he tapped away at his computer. "I'm pretty sure I've said before that you are to call ahead and make an appointment with my secretary."
"So you've said," GyuRi replied, though her tone sounded slightly off from the light hearted banter he was used to. Confused, HyunJoong peered up and he reined in the deeper scowl.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" he asked, pushing away slightly from his desk so he could get to his feet. His father wasn't as tall as he was, though he was still a head taller than GyuRi in heels. The older man looked pleased as punch about something, which meant trouble.
"HyunJoong, I think it's time we sat down and had a discussion, the three of us," his father said, his hand at the small of GyuRi's back to propel her further into the room.
"About?" HyunJoong's eyebrows went up, but he slowly sat back down in his seat. He could tell by the look of embarrassment on GyuRi's face that this wasn't going to be good.
"How long have you two been dating now?" his father asked, missing the eye roll from his son and the flush to the girl's cheek. "It's high time you two set a date."
"We're not dating," HyunJoong said. He should have seen this coming a mile away. "We never have dated, and never will. You and I have discussed this not more than once, Dad. Stop it."
"By discuss, you mean informing me that you have unnatural and immoral feelings for men?" HyunJoong's father said, his expression souring at the words. "It's about time you grew up, son. It's one thing to dally around in your youth, but you are a man now. It's time for you to settle down with a nice girl from a nice family and have children."
HyunJoong hated that he got his stubbornness from his father, but at least he was willing to listen to other people. Sighing softly, he gave GyuRi a small smile in sympathy. Having been friends for a number of years now, this wasn't exactly the first time a parent had brought up them being matched. Her father owned one of the businesses that HyunJoong's firm did accounting for. He could clearly recall playing dolls with her before he was shipped off to boarding school. The dolls had been entirely her idea of course.
"If I decide to settle down, Dad, it will be because I decide to," HyunJoong said, turning his attention back to his father. "GyuRi is my friend, a pain in the ass, but still a good friend," he said, knowing he would get an earful for that later. "She and I are not, have never, and never will be involved in a relationship more than just being friends."
"Well, I will just let you kids work out the details," the older man said, getting back to his feet. That was how problems were dealt with; ignore them till the go away or someone else concedes. "GyuRi, I will call your father about scheduling a dinner, all six of us so we can go over details. HyunJoong, I'll be in my office," he said, nodding to them both before leaving.
When the door closed, GyuRi's innocent blushing angel face turned into stone. "You are a jerk," she said, slumping in her chair and crossing her thin arms over her chest. "A pain in the ass? You would know all about that, wouldn't you?"
"Hey now," HyunJoong chuckled, resting his elbows on the desk and leaning his cheek into one hand. "That's not very proper coming from a lady such as yourself."
"Oh shut up," GyuRi wrinkled her nose at him, running a hand through her hair and flipping it over her shoulder. "You know he's not going to let it go. And once my father gets involved they'll be signing contracts with each other before we can turn around."
"I have it under control," HyunJoong said, smirking at her. "Don't worry your pretty little head about a thing. How's life with what's his face?"
GyuRi sniffed audibly and turned away, nose up at that remark. "If you can't be bothered to learn his name, then you don't get an update."
"I know his name perfectly well, I'm just amused at how close it is to mine," HyunJoong said. "HyungJoon, HyunJoong... very similar. I knew you had had a crush on me, I just didn't realize you would go so far."
"I'm going to throw your computer at your head," GyuRi grumbled, eyes narrowing and her lips thinning.
"I'm just teasing," HyunJoong chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You know, you should bring him over for dinner tonight. I have something new that would interest you."
"Oh? What is it?" GyuRi asked, an eyebrow going upward. "I take it you have added something new to your collection?"
"Yes, and even you will be rendered speechless," HyunJoong replied, smiling lopsidedly at her. "Come to dinner, bring the HyunJoong clone."
"He's not your clone, thankfully he's nothing like you," GyuRi retorted, slowly standing up. "But we'll come by, but not for the pleasure of your company. I want to know what it is you have."
"Come by the house around six," HyunJoong nodded, glancing at the time. "I should be done with work by then."
"I should hope so, you'll work yourself into an early grave, Oppa," GyuRi said, shaking her head.
"So you keep telling me," HyunJoong sighed. "I'll see you at six."
After she had gone, HyunJoong closed his eyes for a moment and leaned back in his chair. He knew he was lucky the amount of stress he was under wasn't as bad as it could be. In fact, it could be even less if he didn't insist on doing most of everything himself. But like his father, he was a perfectionist. He was going to look forward to dinner though, some company other than a prickly bird around the house would be a welcome change.
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Six o'clock rolled around and HyunJoong was impressed with himself that he was already home and ready for dinner. His assistant might have had something to do with that of course, pushing him out the door at five and threatening to hide his laptop if he didn't go home.
Making sure his hair was neat and clothes free of wrinkles, he walked towards the door at a leisurely pace when he heard the bell chime. By the time he arrived, GyuRi and her boyfriend already had their coats off and were being shown in by the butler.
"GyuRi, good to see you again," HyunJoong said, embracing her lightly before turning his attention to the man shuffling awkwardly at her side. It would have been easy to play the protective older brother type, but he had decided to let the poor guy off the hook. Besides, if he willingly put up with GyuRi without being forced to, then there was no reason to believe he would ever hurt her. "You must be HyungJoon," he said, pulling back and extending his hand out to him. "GyuRi's told me a great deal, it's nice to finally meet you."
Whatever the couple had been expecting as his reaction, that hadn't been it. HyungJoon had clearly been ready for the worst as he was hesitating in taking the offered hand. He knew GyuRi was scowling at him suspiciously.
"Uh.. nice to meet you as well," HyungJoon said awkwardly, squeezing the hand lightly before retreating. His arm went around GyuRi, though it was probably for his own safety rather than a protectiveness on her part. "GyuRi has told me a lot about you as well. A day doesn't go by that she doesn't mention you," he said, though HyunJoong could clearly hear the jealousy in that statement. Not that HyungJoon had any reason to be jealous, but he understood.
"I'm sure it was all horror stories as well," HyunJoong replied. "Let me assure you, I'm not half as bad as she is on a good day," he said, earning himself a snort of agreement that was quickly covered by a cough.
"Yah, I didn't come here to listen to insults about me traded between the two of you," GyuRi said, crossing her arms over her chest so she could elbow HyungJoon easier in the ribs. "Well? What is it you wanted to show me?"
"You are so impatient," HyunJoong sighed, shaking his head. "I was thinking we could have dinner first, some polite conversation? No? Alright." Admitting defeat under GyuRi's glare, he turned and started for the solarium where JungMin's cage was set up.
The sun was setting, casting a gorgeous array of colors through the open windows that was letting in a fresh breeze. JungMin was relaxing, eyes closed and a small smile as he basked in the sunlight. HyunJoong would forever be startled at just how beautiful the Songbird was. The way the sunlight bounced off his feathers, the reds and oranges shimmering along his wings and his skin. He couldn't have imagined a more beautiful specimen.
"JungMin?" HyunJoong said, probably a little louder than he had intended by the way the bird jumped up, feathers ruffled in annoyance and a wary look in his eyes. It had been at least a week since he had found proper time to see the bird, and was now regretting the decision of springing guests on him. JungMin's eyes looked like trouble as he slowly backed up to sit down on the chair.
"My apologies for disturbing you, JungMin," HyunJoong said, being overly polite to the bird to calm him. JungMin's temper had not improved all that well since the first day, and it was likely that being left alone for days at a time had not done any good either. "I have brought a few friends with me who would like to hear you sing."
"Oh... HyunJoong," GyuRi had pushed past her boyfriend into the room, ignoring the request to wait to be summoned first. "He is magnificent," she whispered, mouth open as she stopped next to HyunJoong. "What is he?"
Sighing inwardly, HyunJoong kept his tone calm. "The seller told me it's a Songbird, comes out of China," he said, avoiding looking at JungMin. Each time he used that name, the bird had snorted and rolled his eyes. "He doesn't know what it is or anything, but they have the most beautiful singing voices."
"He sings? Oh, make him sing for me, please?" GyuRi pouted, stepping towards the cage. "I want to hear the bird sing. Make him sing for me Oppa."
HyunJoong and HyungJoon exchanged glances, not sure who that was directed towards but HyunJoong took a step forward. "Don't get too close GyuRi, he has a temper."
"Ridiculous, I think he likes me," GyuRi said, pulling her arm out of HyunJoong's grip and stepping closer to the cage. JungMin's feathers ruffled in irritation, but the look in his eyes was one of wariness. "Come on, pretty bird," GyuRi cooed. "Sing for me, pretty bird? Come on, sing, please sing. Make him sing, I want to hear him sing," she said, her voice getting louder as her requests were turning into demands.
"GyuRi... he's a little surprised-" HyunJoong started, watching JungMin carefully but was cut off when GyuRi turned around, hands akimbo.
"Make him sing, right now," she demanded, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "HyungJoon, I demand you buy one for me, a better one, one that will sing."
"Please just calm down," HyunJoong said, trying to pull her away. JungMin had stood up at that point, his wings flapping slightly behind him. That seemed to get GyuRi's attention and she turned back around, eyes bright.
"Is he going to sing? Look at how gorgeous he is," GyuRi breathed. "Can you make him take off those clothes? I don't think he should be clothed, ruins the whole thing. Make him strip."
"No, GyuRi, I will not," HyunJoong scowled, stepping towards her again.
"Do something, you stupid bird," GyuRi said, reaching for the webbing of the cage.
"GyuRi!" HyunJoong lunged forward to stop her, but he wasn't fast enough.
JungMin was, though.
Spreading his wings out to their full length, JungMin took in a deep breath as if to sing, but let out the ear piercing shriek he had on that first day. Even GyuRi's screams couldn't be heard over it, the girl collapsing to the floor with her hands over her ears, writhing on the ground. JungMin closed his mouth, the sound cutting off as he took a step back and sat down on the chair. His expression one of irritation.
Both HyunJoong and HyungJoon had fallen to their knees at the sound, but HyunJoong recovered first and went to GyuRi's side. The girl was still trembling, staring at the bird with wide eyes who was staring right back.
"GyuRi? Are you okay?" HyunJoong asked, helping her to sit up. He checked both her ears for blood, making sure no serious damage had been done. She could still hear, evidenced by her nodding her slowly. "I'm going to call the doctor just in case," he said, motioning for HyungJoon to help get GyuRi to standing. "Take her to one of the guest rooms, she shouldn't be moved for a while. One of the servants will help," he said, watching them slowly walk away in worry.
When the door closed behind them, HyunJoong turned around to face JungMin, the bird, sitting up straight on his chair to face him.
"That... was unacceptable," HyunJoong said lowly. "You could have very easily permanently hurt her, and what for? Because she was taunting you? Because she called you stupid? You and I had a deal, but you just broke that deal, and my trust. I'm having the curtains closed."
Expressionless before, that sparked irritation and outrage on JungMin's expression, jumping out of the chair and flapping his wings as he strode to the edge of the cage.
"What?!" HyunJoong barked at him. "What did you expect me to do. You know the consequences and you nearly hurt one of my oldest friends. I can't just let that go."
JungMin took in a deep breath and looked like he wanted to say something, opening his mouth and closing it, before his jaw squared and he looked away. His wings slumped to the floor in defeat and he inclined his head.
"I don't understand you," HyunJoong said quietly, taking another step forward so there was but mere inches separating them. "Was there something you're trying to tell me but can't? Is there any way to communicate between us?"
JungMin's eyes lifted to meet HyunJoong's, the black depths one of complete sorrow, and... regret. But he just shook his head slowly before turning and walking back to his chair to sit.
Sighing softly, HyunJoong ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll let you enjoy the sunset for now, but then the curtains will be closed," he said, watching for any sort of reaction from JungMin. "I will decide when to open them back up when you have proven yourself to me that you can be trusted."
JungMin didn't look as if he heard, his eyes downcast and his hands on his knees. If HyunJoong wasn't aware of what he was, he would think it was a colorful, lifelike statue. Shaking his head slightly, HyunJoong left the room, closing the door behind him.
Despite his usual firm hand with his pets, this was by far the worst he had ever felt in punishing one. The look of utter despair in JungMin's eyes tugged slightly at his heart. Maybe, he had been a little harsh on the bird. He needed to spend more time in training, that much was clear.
Looks like he'd be taking another vacation.
Chapter: 2/?
Pairing: past!HyunJoong/KyuJong
Warnings: AU, angst
Rating: R overall
Summary: HyunJoong is a man of society who must have the latest things, but keeping his latest find could be far more than he had bargained for.
A/N: Christmas present for yeonah <333 Hopefully I'll have this all finished by Christmas xD
"Well, JungMin, what do you think?" HyunJoong said, watching the Songbird intently as it stalked around the confines of its cage. It had taken the better part of an afternoon for the cage to be constructed, HyunJoong overseeing the process in curiosity as HeeChul's men meticulously worked with the strings. They wore protective gloves, clothing and masks, the fibers of the string incredibly toxic to humans. Or so he was told, the workers wouldn't give him a straight answer as to what the material was, directing all questions he had to HeeChul.
Said man had arrived not long after the cage had finished and the workers helped wheel in the transport cage, the metal boxed lined with the same silvery material. At first the Songbird had protested being moved out of the transport, but when a weapon was leveled at him, some kind of taser, the bird ruffled it's plumage in irritation and stalked in the small opening that had been left. Once inside, the workers closed up the opening and gave HyunJoong instructions about how to make small holes in the webbing to pass food through.
HyunJoong had listened vaguely, waving them off as he watched the red bird walk the perimeter of it's new home. "Well?" he asked again, trying to move into the Songbird's line of sight. Dark eyes met his briefly before turning away. One wing flickered out, trembling slightly before it folded back onto its back. "I'll take that as good. Now, we are going to have to set up some kind of communication here JungMin. I don't understand feather talk, but you clearly understand me."
"It's no use," HeeChul said, the man still hanging around as the workers were closing up the transport box. "He doesn't react to anything, unless he wants to. Even then it's hit or miss if he'll be pleasant. The only thing he responds to is the taser."
HyunJoong's lips pursed at that, watching JungMin stiffen at the word before retreating to the chair that had been provided. "I don't believe in using punishment like that. I'll find my own way to train him."
"Suit yourself," HeeChul shrugged. "I think you just bought yourself a headache to be honest. Out of the six of them, he is by far the worst."
"Well, he is my headache to deal with since I paid a small fortune for him," HyunJoong said, growing irritated with the other man. "Was there anything else I need to know?"
"I think we went over the care instructions pretty thoroughly already," HeeChul said. "I do wish you luck, you're going to need it."
"Thank you," HyunJoong said tersely, showing the man out. He glanced over his shoulder briefly at the Songbird, their eyes meeting momentarily just before HyunJoong left the room. He could have been burned by the sheer hatred he felt radiating from the bird in just that brief second. if he had been a sane man, he would have wondered what it was he had just got himself into.
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Luck was rarely on HyunJoong's side as of late. Just the day after purchasing the Songbird, an emergency had cropped up in the business. His father needing him at work ore than usual and had called on him at home to come into the office. An accounting error somewhere had threatened their entire quarterly report and it was up to him and his staff to find the error and fix it before their shareholders found out.
It was close to a week before the error had been found and fixed and HyunJoong was able to take off a few more days of work, wanting to spend some time in training the Songbird. Though he could tell by the way the bird was glaring at him that he was not happy at having been left alone for such a long amount of time. Or it was because he was caged, abused, and mistreated for who knows how long. Being left alone probably didn't help endear HyunJoong to the bird either way.
"My apologies, JungMin," HyunJoong said, waiting until the servant was done setting up his chair before sitting down. "I hadn't wanted to just dump you here and forget about you." That earned a ruffle of feathers and the bird looking away. "Ah, you're irritated with me, I can accept that."
Leaning forward in his chair, HyunJoong looked over the bird, admiring the rich red of his plumage and hair, the coppery shimmer to his cheeks. He was a fine looking specimen. All power and substance, like a living flame.
"JungMin, I want us to get started on the right foot here," HyunJoong said, his expression set even as the bird turned his baleful gaze towards him. "I want to assure you that no matter how disobedient or willful you are, I will never hurt or torture you in any way. I do not believe in cruelty, but rather a gentle guiding hand."
JungMin's expression looked curious for a moment before the bird snorted and rolled his eyes. His wings rustled behind him, the sound of the feathers shifting against one another sounding like laughter.
"I was serious though about starting some kind of dialog. I don't understand this language of wings and feathers that you use, but I would like to learn," HyunJoong said. "You teach me your language, and in turn, I will reward you, does that sound fair?"
The response he received was hard to understand. JungMin's amused expression remained unchanged but his wings flared open behind him, flapping lightly before dropping to the floor.
"So... I'll take that as a no," HyunJoong sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Alright then, will you sing for me? I'm sure you have a magnificent singing voice."
That spurred a reaction from the bird, JungMin getting to his feet quickly with his wings opening to wrap over his shoulders. JungMin's head cocked to the side lightly as he approached the edge of the cage, lifting one hand to crook his finger at HyunJoong.
Bemused, the human got up slowly and walked up to the cage, looking the Songbird up and down, admiring everything about him. "Are you going to sing for me?" he asked. JungMin's head tipped downward in compliance before he took in a deep breath and... screeched.
The sound was loud, nearly blowing HyunJoong's eardrums at the first squealing note. Clamping his hands over his ears, HyunJoong stumbled backward. The sound rattled around his brain, forcing him down to his knees when he could no longer stay upright.
As soon as it started it was over, JungMin closing his mouth and watching HyunJoong with narrowed eyes as he slowly got back to his feet.
"Are you testing me?" HyunJoong said, barely able to hear his own voice. "Trying to see if I'll go back on my word? I made you a promise, bird," he said testily. "I will not harm, nor abuse you in any way, but I will not stand for disobedience. You do that again, and I will punish you appropriately."
JungMin's wings flared out and his arms stretched out in a challenge. Mere empty threats were not going to persuade this bird to do as told. HyunJoong sat back down in his chair, hands folded in his lap. He watched the bird slowly back up to retake his seat. Neither took their eyes off the other.
"I've trained stubborn animals before, horses, dogs, even a cat once when I was young," HyunJoong said. "You think you'll provoke a reaction out of me, test my limits before I do something to harm you. You can save yourself the trouble, JungMin. If you continue to act in this manner then I will just walk away for another week, a month. I'll close the windows so you'll never see the sky again. Is that what you want?"
The bird's eyes narrowed at that, but it wasn't the same cold fury from before. There was a question in those eyes, seeking the answer in HyunJoong's expression. There was also a nervousness, a small twitch of those dark eyes towards the windows where sunlight streamed in through the garden. HyunJoong wasn't stupid, he knew a bird, even one that looked like a man would be wanting to soar through the air as opposed to being trapped in a cage.
After a few moments of hesitation, JungMin slowly bowed, his wings stretched out and down, tips brushing the floor. It was an impressive sight those wings, HyunJoong's lips quirking slightly at the submissive gesture.
"Very well. The windows will stay open for now," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "But test e again, bird, and I will make good on my promise. You cooperate, I will see that you have a wonderful, long life here with me."
Something flared in the bird's eyes, but his head dipped into the bow again, lost from sight. HyunJoong understood though, and he wasn't a mean or hostile man. Catching a tiger does not make it a house cat.
"Now, will you sing for me?" HyunJoong asked, watching as the bird slowly straightened up again. JungMin's feathers ruffled slightly as he folded his wings up at his back, but the look of disobedience in his expression was gone. HyunJoong was sure it was a mask to hide his true feelings, but after suffering through whatever mistreatment he had gone through at HeeChul's, this was a far better alternative.
The Songbird's head tilted upwards, his hands limp at his sides as he began to sing. HyunJoong leaned forward, resting his pals on his knees as he listed, entranced by the music once again.
Unlike YoungSaeng's sweet higher pitch, JungMin had a deeper, smooth texture to his voice that HyunJoong hadn't thought possible. It was far different from YoungSaeng, but no less hypnotic to hear.
As quickly as it had started though, JungMin stopped, his mouth clicking closed and jaw squaring as he glared at HyunJoong. A taste, that's all he was willing to do. HyunJoong shook his head slightly to clear it before standing.
"In time JungMin, you'll be singing for me until I tell you to stop," he said, smoothing down the fabric of his shirt. "I will be back tomorrow, and I expect you to sing for longer than ten seconds. Or the curtains will be closed."
JungMin's reply was a slight puffing up of his feathers before settling down and he inclined his head. Not happy, but willing to obey. It would have to do for now.
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Every day from that point on continued with the same sort of back and forth. JungMin would test his limits, finding them easier to live by as long as he got to see the sky. HyunJoong enjoyed the songs that JungMin would sing, no matter how brief they were.
It was an uneasy peace between them, one that neither side wanted to break. JungMin not wanting to lose his view, and HyunJoong not wanting to break the spirit of the creature. He wasn't a cruel man after all.
As it was though, his brief vacation did come to an end and he was forced to return to work. He had informed JungMin of this, but the bird seemed largely indifferent to his comings and goings as long as the curtains remained open. HyunJoong had vague ideas of tearing down one of the walls to put in larger windows, but that could come later when JungMin had truly proven his worth.
A week had gone by before he could turn around, and then another, and before he had even realized it, it had been a month. He spent as much time as he could afford in training with JungMin, but his hours at the office and grown longer and longer each night until he was only able to sit through a meal before promptly passing out. Some days he didn't even get his meal and collapsed fully clothed on his bed.
It wasn't a secret that HyunJoong liked to be in control. An annoying habit he had picked up from his father, but he liked everything to be just so. His clothes were the finest designer labels, his cars the most expensive luxury models offered. When it came to his work, he dealt with the majority of it himself and his meetings scheduled well in advance in a neat little calendar so people couldn't interrupt him unannounced.
Only one person was allowed to interrupt him that wouldn't have him scowling and that was not who just walked in the door without knocking.
"Hyun."
"GyuRi," HyunJoong replied, not looking up at her as he tapped away at his computer. "I'm pretty sure I've said before that you are to call ahead and make an appointment with my secretary."
"So you've said," GyuRi replied, though her tone sounded slightly off from the light hearted banter he was used to. Confused, HyunJoong peered up and he reined in the deeper scowl.
"Dad, what are you doing here?" he asked, pushing away slightly from his desk so he could get to his feet. His father wasn't as tall as he was, though he was still a head taller than GyuRi in heels. The older man looked pleased as punch about something, which meant trouble.
"HyunJoong, I think it's time we sat down and had a discussion, the three of us," his father said, his hand at the small of GyuRi's back to propel her further into the room.
"About?" HyunJoong's eyebrows went up, but he slowly sat back down in his seat. He could tell by the look of embarrassment on GyuRi's face that this wasn't going to be good.
"How long have you two been dating now?" his father asked, missing the eye roll from his son and the flush to the girl's cheek. "It's high time you two set a date."
"We're not dating," HyunJoong said. He should have seen this coming a mile away. "We never have dated, and never will. You and I have discussed this not more than once, Dad. Stop it."
"By discuss, you mean informing me that you have unnatural and immoral feelings for men?" HyunJoong's father said, his expression souring at the words. "It's about time you grew up, son. It's one thing to dally around in your youth, but you are a man now. It's time for you to settle down with a nice girl from a nice family and have children."
HyunJoong hated that he got his stubbornness from his father, but at least he was willing to listen to other people. Sighing softly, he gave GyuRi a small smile in sympathy. Having been friends for a number of years now, this wasn't exactly the first time a parent had brought up them being matched. Her father owned one of the businesses that HyunJoong's firm did accounting for. He could clearly recall playing dolls with her before he was shipped off to boarding school. The dolls had been entirely her idea of course.
"If I decide to settle down, Dad, it will be because I decide to," HyunJoong said, turning his attention back to his father. "GyuRi is my friend, a pain in the ass, but still a good friend," he said, knowing he would get an earful for that later. "She and I are not, have never, and never will be involved in a relationship more than just being friends."
"Well, I will just let you kids work out the details," the older man said, getting back to his feet. That was how problems were dealt with; ignore them till the go away or someone else concedes. "GyuRi, I will call your father about scheduling a dinner, all six of us so we can go over details. HyunJoong, I'll be in my office," he said, nodding to them both before leaving.
When the door closed, GyuRi's innocent blushing angel face turned into stone. "You are a jerk," she said, slumping in her chair and crossing her thin arms over her chest. "A pain in the ass? You would know all about that, wouldn't you?"
"Hey now," HyunJoong chuckled, resting his elbows on the desk and leaning his cheek into one hand. "That's not very proper coming from a lady such as yourself."
"Oh shut up," GyuRi wrinkled her nose at him, running a hand through her hair and flipping it over her shoulder. "You know he's not going to let it go. And once my father gets involved they'll be signing contracts with each other before we can turn around."
"I have it under control," HyunJoong said, smirking at her. "Don't worry your pretty little head about a thing. How's life with what's his face?"
GyuRi sniffed audibly and turned away, nose up at that remark. "If you can't be bothered to learn his name, then you don't get an update."
"I know his name perfectly well, I'm just amused at how close it is to mine," HyunJoong said. "HyungJoon, HyunJoong... very similar. I knew you had had a crush on me, I just didn't realize you would go so far."
"I'm going to throw your computer at your head," GyuRi grumbled, eyes narrowing and her lips thinning.
"I'm just teasing," HyunJoong chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "You know, you should bring him over for dinner tonight. I have something new that would interest you."
"Oh? What is it?" GyuRi asked, an eyebrow going upward. "I take it you have added something new to your collection?"
"Yes, and even you will be rendered speechless," HyunJoong replied, smiling lopsidedly at her. "Come to dinner, bring the HyunJoong clone."
"He's not your clone, thankfully he's nothing like you," GyuRi retorted, slowly standing up. "But we'll come by, but not for the pleasure of your company. I want to know what it is you have."
"Come by the house around six," HyunJoong nodded, glancing at the time. "I should be done with work by then."
"I should hope so, you'll work yourself into an early grave, Oppa," GyuRi said, shaking her head.
"So you keep telling me," HyunJoong sighed. "I'll see you at six."
After she had gone, HyunJoong closed his eyes for a moment and leaned back in his chair. He knew he was lucky the amount of stress he was under wasn't as bad as it could be. In fact, it could be even less if he didn't insist on doing most of everything himself. But like his father, he was a perfectionist. He was going to look forward to dinner though, some company other than a prickly bird around the house would be a welcome change.
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Six o'clock rolled around and HyunJoong was impressed with himself that he was already home and ready for dinner. His assistant might have had something to do with that of course, pushing him out the door at five and threatening to hide his laptop if he didn't go home.
Making sure his hair was neat and clothes free of wrinkles, he walked towards the door at a leisurely pace when he heard the bell chime. By the time he arrived, GyuRi and her boyfriend already had their coats off and were being shown in by the butler.
"GyuRi, good to see you again," HyunJoong said, embracing her lightly before turning his attention to the man shuffling awkwardly at her side. It would have been easy to play the protective older brother type, but he had decided to let the poor guy off the hook. Besides, if he willingly put up with GyuRi without being forced to, then there was no reason to believe he would ever hurt her. "You must be HyungJoon," he said, pulling back and extending his hand out to him. "GyuRi's told me a great deal, it's nice to finally meet you."
Whatever the couple had been expecting as his reaction, that hadn't been it. HyungJoon had clearly been ready for the worst as he was hesitating in taking the offered hand. He knew GyuRi was scowling at him suspiciously.
"Uh.. nice to meet you as well," HyungJoon said awkwardly, squeezing the hand lightly before retreating. His arm went around GyuRi, though it was probably for his own safety rather than a protectiveness on her part. "GyuRi has told me a lot about you as well. A day doesn't go by that she doesn't mention you," he said, though HyunJoong could clearly hear the jealousy in that statement. Not that HyungJoon had any reason to be jealous, but he understood.
"I'm sure it was all horror stories as well," HyunJoong replied. "Let me assure you, I'm not half as bad as she is on a good day," he said, earning himself a snort of agreement that was quickly covered by a cough.
"Yah, I didn't come here to listen to insults about me traded between the two of you," GyuRi said, crossing her arms over her chest so she could elbow HyungJoon easier in the ribs. "Well? What is it you wanted to show me?"
"You are so impatient," HyunJoong sighed, shaking his head. "I was thinking we could have dinner first, some polite conversation? No? Alright." Admitting defeat under GyuRi's glare, he turned and started for the solarium where JungMin's cage was set up.
The sun was setting, casting a gorgeous array of colors through the open windows that was letting in a fresh breeze. JungMin was relaxing, eyes closed and a small smile as he basked in the sunlight. HyunJoong would forever be startled at just how beautiful the Songbird was. The way the sunlight bounced off his feathers, the reds and oranges shimmering along his wings and his skin. He couldn't have imagined a more beautiful specimen.
"JungMin?" HyunJoong said, probably a little louder than he had intended by the way the bird jumped up, feathers ruffled in annoyance and a wary look in his eyes. It had been at least a week since he had found proper time to see the bird, and was now regretting the decision of springing guests on him. JungMin's eyes looked like trouble as he slowly backed up to sit down on the chair.
"My apologies for disturbing you, JungMin," HyunJoong said, being overly polite to the bird to calm him. JungMin's temper had not improved all that well since the first day, and it was likely that being left alone for days at a time had not done any good either. "I have brought a few friends with me who would like to hear you sing."
"Oh... HyunJoong," GyuRi had pushed past her boyfriend into the room, ignoring the request to wait to be summoned first. "He is magnificent," she whispered, mouth open as she stopped next to HyunJoong. "What is he?"
Sighing inwardly, HyunJoong kept his tone calm. "The seller told me it's a Songbird, comes out of China," he said, avoiding looking at JungMin. Each time he used that name, the bird had snorted and rolled his eyes. "He doesn't know what it is or anything, but they have the most beautiful singing voices."
"He sings? Oh, make him sing for me, please?" GyuRi pouted, stepping towards the cage. "I want to hear the bird sing. Make him sing for me Oppa."
HyunJoong and HyungJoon exchanged glances, not sure who that was directed towards but HyunJoong took a step forward. "Don't get too close GyuRi, he has a temper."
"Ridiculous, I think he likes me," GyuRi said, pulling her arm out of HyunJoong's grip and stepping closer to the cage. JungMin's feathers ruffled in irritation, but the look in his eyes was one of wariness. "Come on, pretty bird," GyuRi cooed. "Sing for me, pretty bird? Come on, sing, please sing. Make him sing, I want to hear him sing," she said, her voice getting louder as her requests were turning into demands.
"GyuRi... he's a little surprised-" HyunJoong started, watching JungMin carefully but was cut off when GyuRi turned around, hands akimbo.
"Make him sing, right now," she demanded, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "HyungJoon, I demand you buy one for me, a better one, one that will sing."
"Please just calm down," HyunJoong said, trying to pull her away. JungMin had stood up at that point, his wings flapping slightly behind him. That seemed to get GyuRi's attention and she turned back around, eyes bright.
"Is he going to sing? Look at how gorgeous he is," GyuRi breathed. "Can you make him take off those clothes? I don't think he should be clothed, ruins the whole thing. Make him strip."
"No, GyuRi, I will not," HyunJoong scowled, stepping towards her again.
"Do something, you stupid bird," GyuRi said, reaching for the webbing of the cage.
"GyuRi!" HyunJoong lunged forward to stop her, but he wasn't fast enough.
JungMin was, though.
Spreading his wings out to their full length, JungMin took in a deep breath as if to sing, but let out the ear piercing shriek he had on that first day. Even GyuRi's screams couldn't be heard over it, the girl collapsing to the floor with her hands over her ears, writhing on the ground. JungMin closed his mouth, the sound cutting off as he took a step back and sat down on the chair. His expression one of irritation.
Both HyunJoong and HyungJoon had fallen to their knees at the sound, but HyunJoong recovered first and went to GyuRi's side. The girl was still trembling, staring at the bird with wide eyes who was staring right back.
"GyuRi? Are you okay?" HyunJoong asked, helping her to sit up. He checked both her ears for blood, making sure no serious damage had been done. She could still hear, evidenced by her nodding her slowly. "I'm going to call the doctor just in case," he said, motioning for HyungJoon to help get GyuRi to standing. "Take her to one of the guest rooms, she shouldn't be moved for a while. One of the servants will help," he said, watching them slowly walk away in worry.
When the door closed behind them, HyunJoong turned around to face JungMin, the bird, sitting up straight on his chair to face him.
"That... was unacceptable," HyunJoong said lowly. "You could have very easily permanently hurt her, and what for? Because she was taunting you? Because she called you stupid? You and I had a deal, but you just broke that deal, and my trust. I'm having the curtains closed."
Expressionless before, that sparked irritation and outrage on JungMin's expression, jumping out of the chair and flapping his wings as he strode to the edge of the cage.
"What?!" HyunJoong barked at him. "What did you expect me to do. You know the consequences and you nearly hurt one of my oldest friends. I can't just let that go."
JungMin took in a deep breath and looked like he wanted to say something, opening his mouth and closing it, before his jaw squared and he looked away. His wings slumped to the floor in defeat and he inclined his head.
"I don't understand you," HyunJoong said quietly, taking another step forward so there was but mere inches separating them. "Was there something you're trying to tell me but can't? Is there any way to communicate between us?"
JungMin's eyes lifted to meet HyunJoong's, the black depths one of complete sorrow, and... regret. But he just shook his head slowly before turning and walking back to his chair to sit.
Sighing softly, HyunJoong ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "I'll let you enjoy the sunset for now, but then the curtains will be closed," he said, watching for any sort of reaction from JungMin. "I will decide when to open them back up when you have proven yourself to me that you can be trusted."
JungMin didn't look as if he heard, his eyes downcast and his hands on his knees. If HyunJoong wasn't aware of what he was, he would think it was a colorful, lifelike statue. Shaking his head slightly, HyunJoong left the room, closing the door behind him.
Despite his usual firm hand with his pets, this was by far the worst he had ever felt in punishing one. The look of utter despair in JungMin's eyes tugged slightly at his heart. Maybe, he had been a little harsh on the bird. He needed to spend more time in training, that much was clear.
Looks like he'd be taking another vacation.