Too Perfect [1/6]
Another multipart fic from me. This also has the darker tones that Tortured Body and Soul had, so I do warn you. There will be trigger topics such as violence, abuse, eludes to rape, incest, slave themes among other things.
Part 1: Bought
Soft skin. Straight teeth. Colored hair.
Obviously a spoiled one that someone no longer saw use for.
“Price.” The deep voice of one of the brothers demanded as he stood before said spoiled slave, looking him up and down appreciatively.
Long legs. Strong legs. But weak arms.
“Hyung, this kid is hardly something we need. He would hardly last one day.” An equally as deep voice spoke, his hand resting on his brother’s bicep that was nearly twice the size of the one they spoke of.
“I said; price.” He demanded again, his tone lower.
The pale skinned slave winced and kept his eyes downcast.
“Eight billion.” The voice was raspy, scratchy and it graded over the brothers’ ears unpleasantly.
The price caused the elder one to laugh, flipping his brown colored hair out of his eyes as he turned to look at the short, stout man with amusement and thinly veiled distaste.
“Eight billion? Are you kidding me? That’s four times as much as even the most well-bred ones go for. What’s so special about this one?”
Both of the brothers’ gazes returned to the tall slave, his arms hanging in front of him with his hands and feet shackled, a chain interlocking them and making it impossible for long strides to be taken, which might be difficult for someone with legs as long as this one.
“I-I’m sorry, s-sir. This one…” He flipped through the pages on the electronic pad that he was holding. “Age seventeen, bred in Mokpo, virgin, centered indoor, not branded, and-“
“Wait, wait, wait.” The elder brother lifted a hand, stopping the man in his rundown of what this slave was. “This has been untouched?” He looked over the tall, lanky slave once again. “Fucking hell…who was its last owner?”
The younger brother stayed silent, lips pursed as he watched the way his brother dehumanized the slave as most did, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. He stepped forward and looked up into the brown eyes of the boy in question. They were hard, guarded because even if they might be young and inexperienced, they weren’t ignorant.
“His only master had ever been the late General Choi Heechul.”
With his eyes looking into the slave’s, he noticed the flicker of pain, the small wince that appeared over his soft, perfect face and he wondered what went through the mind of the brown-haired teen, this child before them that the elder one seemed to honestly be considering taking into their home. Was he upset? Did he miss his master? Did he feel guilty for whatever had occurred before the General’s demise?
“His only?” A soft scoff left the elder man before he gave a small nod, pulling out his credit chip. “We’ll take it.”
“Hyung-“ The younger one protested, but was stopped by a hand being lifted to silence him, poised in the air and there was never any arguing with that. As the younger twin, he couldn’t argue-let alone in public where many were watching. Any weaknesses could put them at a disadvantage in this world.
“S-sir, would you…do you want to finish inspecting him b-before making a decision?”
“No. I will throw in an extra million for us to walk away with it right now.”
“Done.”
**
“Sirs, welcome home, can I get you-“ Eyes that were downcast opened further when the twins stepped into the home, a tall man behind them, one obviously a slave like himself. “I-I…hadn’t known of your intention to buy another slave; I do not have a place set up for him.”
“Youngjae…” Yongguk let out a soft sigh, giving the frazzled man a small smile and a pat on the shoulder as he came closer. “Don’t worry about it. Before we went out, I hadn’t known of it either. Go and fetch Daehyun and set him up a place in the room next to yours.”
There was a flash of fear over Youngjae’s expression as his eyes flickered to the elder man behind the one he was being spoken to by, the more gentle-hearted one. It was no secret that the two slaves that resided in the twins’ homes were greatly afraid-rightfully so-of the elder twin.
Yongnam rolled his eyes as he saw the look of fright on their shared slave’s face. “Oh, don’t insult me. We’ve known of you and Daehyun fucking since it started. Now go do what my brother says before I sell one of you.”
Youngjae bowed deeply, quickly turning and practically running from the room.
“Seriously, Nam?” Yongguk grunted out with annoyance, turning to face his elder brother as the man inputted the code to lock their modest home. “Don’t scare him like that.”
“Or what? God, you’re such a fucking sap. They’re just slaves.” Yongnam looked at the one that they had just acquired, looking at how he kept his head bowed, brown tresses falling in front of his eyes, his fingers clenching sporadically and small shivers racking his thin frame. “I think I’ll get to work on this one, though…”
“No!” Yongguk moved forward, his fingers sliding around the thin bicep of the tall slave, pulling him back and ignoring how he let out a small yelp of surprise and stumbled to follow the movement. “You are far too fucking rough. And this isn’t a new slave. If he was the General’s then we can be assured that he was well-bred and trained.”
“I’m only as rough as they ask me to be.” Yongnam scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.
The three of them were still standing in the entranceway, two of them still wearing their shoes as Yongnam had kicked them off the moment that he walked in the door. Yongguk had the slave standing somewhat behind him, shielding him partially from his brother who was always so rough, always uncaring of the slaves that they came into contact with. If they were going to purchase a new one that was more expensive than their other two combined, then Yongguk was going to be assured that this one was cared for properly. Yongnam was smirking, finding it amusing how his twin was going to protect the slave from him of all people.
“Oh, baby brother….you ruin all my fun. But fine…I’ll just go mess with Youngjae a bit…” the elder said as though he were truly disappointed that he wouldn’t be the one to break in their new slave and messing with the ones they already had was the only way to make up for that.
“Yongnam…please…”
“What? Sorry, can’t hear you.” Yongnam called as he turned his back to his twin and departed from the entranceway, moving up the stairs to go and find the slave that he intended to mess with.
A pit had been growing in the slave’s stomach the entire time that he’d been standing in his new ‘home’ and he knew that he wasn’t going to like it here. He’d only ever been with the General and the General…he had been something special, something unique in this world of legal human trafficking and slave trade. He’d only been hit a few times, but only with the back of the General’s hand. He knew how lucky he was as he’d never had to endure anything worse as it seemed other slaves found normal and common.
“What’s your name?” Yongguk inquired. There was no way that he was going to be able to dissuade his brother from torturing their slaves in his free time and he wondered why he even tried anymore. He might as well do what he had said he would since he also had free time. He doubted that this new slave would be much trouble, if any at all, to break in. Slaves of anyone in the military were guaranteed to be well-trained and if he’d only ever had one slave then there was no doubt that he was an obedient one.
“J-Junhong. Choi Junhong.” It was common practice for slaves to have their first owner’s last name. Yongguk was actually surprised that Yongnam hadn’t picked up a younger one just so he would have their namesake and their mark on them. But Yongguk wasn’t holding his breath that that’d be the case for much longer.
Yongguk looked over his slave who wore rags, doubting that those were what he had been adorned in while he had been under the care of Heechul. He was still shackled and still standing by the door, having not been told to move anywhere else. He really was something else, Yongguk decided. Long legs, pale flesh that was unmarked and that itself…that was a rarity and even if they had spent a good portion of their fortune on him, Yongguk had a feeling that it’d be worth it.
“I’m going to unbind you now.” He stated firmly, pulling the electronic cardkey from his pocket as he neared the pet that didn’t even flinch. He stood tall, proud, albeit for his chin being to his chest and his eyes being cast downward. “The slave you met was Youngjae. The other one here is Daehyun. Both are pretty close to one another, as I’m sure you picked up, but they’ll be more than happy to make you feel at home, I’m sure.” At this point, he was starting to ramble, just to fill the silence and make Junhong feel more at home. He swiped the card over the pad on the shackles and all four ligatures unclasped. “I’m Bang Yongguk, by the way and my elder twin is Yongnam. Of course, you can’t call us that.” He took the chains and hung them on the designated hook by the door. Even though there was no need to as it wasn’t his place, he took one of the thin wrists into his hands and very gently began to rub where he had seen the skin discolor from chafing. “I will be Master and he will be Sir to you.”
“Will you brand me?” Those were the first real words that the slave spoke, catching Yongguk off guard as he looked to the teenager that stood taller than him.
The question caught him off guard and he blinked for a long moment before speaking, fingers still around Junhong’s wrist. “I…will speak to Yongnam about it, but most likely you will be. Why…do you know why the General never did?”
There was a flash of pain across Junhong’s expression that Yongguk caught, his eyes searching for some sort of deeper understanding of the pet before him.
“He said…the General told me that…” Junhong swallowed and for a moment, Yongguk felt pain for bringing something up that was so obviously painful. “He said I was too perfect.”
“I could believe that.” The snide comment from the elder Bang sibling caused both in the entryway to startle, both turning to look at him but the eyes of the younger one dropping immediately. “I can’t wait to get him naked and see that for ourselves.”
“Yongnam, don’t even go there. What happened to fucking Youngjae?” Yongguk rarely ever spoke so crudely to his brother, let alone about their slaves, but he was growing irritated. Obviously, this slave had gone through some tragedy in losing his latest master, he didn’t deserve to be treated in the way that Yongnam had intended.
“He started crying. Daehyun pleaded and offered himself up instead but I don’t like Daehyun’s ass as much as Youngjae’s.”
“You’re sick.” Junhong muttered before he could think to stop himself. It drew both twins’ gazes to him, one with anger and the other with shock, fear and worry.
Yongnam’s eyes narrowed as he moved closer to their new slave. “What did you say?”
It was as though the slave hadn’t even realized what it was that he had said until the eldest man came towards him. His brown eyes widened as he pulled back and looked to one of his new masters in fear, shaking his head quickly and not giving a verbal response.
“Just let him be.” Yongguk quickly spoke up as he saw his twin take a step closer. He took the chance to insert his body in between theirs before they could grow too close. “Yongnam…please…for me, big brother.” He didn’t want this slave to be hurt. He had probably never endured a punishment before in his life and he’d hate for the first one to be at the hand of someone as violent and rough as Yongnam. The elder man had no respect for slaves, no care to their wellbeing and certainly wouldn’t care one way or the other.
Despite what everyone was made to believe, Yongnam wasn’t actually a cruel person. Or, at least, he was never cruel to Yongguk, his younger brother whom he had been instructed to care for since they were young children. So looking into the nearly identical eyes of said man, Yongnam had no chance of going against such a soft spoken request.
“He’s your responsibility, okay?” Yongnam’s tone had taken a one-eighty-degree turn, his expression even softening and it made Yongguk smile at him in thanks.
“Thank you, big brother.” Yongguk spoke softly, leaning forward to press his lips to Yongnam’s in a gentle kiss that lasted not a second. Too short, but simple and go the point across to the elder twin. The smile on his brother’s face was why he did things like that. “I’ll take responsibility for him, okay?”
At times, despite Yongguk’s closed off nature, there was a sort of innocence that the man still held, almost an ignorance in the way he viewed the world and it always caused Yongnam to smile, to look at his younger brother with such love that made them both realized that as long as Yongguk flashed that gummy smile, Yongnam would give him the world on a silver platter.
“That means you take his punishment, yeah?” Yongnam teased as he lifted his hand to gently brush the gently rounded cheek with his knuckles. There wasn’t an ounce of truth or threat to his question, simply teasing his younger brother to watch the blush swell on his cheeks. It was such an alluring sight, especially when Yongguk then pulled his bottom lip inward, his teeth biting along it in the habitual way that he always has. “I’m teasing, baby brother. I’ll be in the den doing some work, send Daehyun if you need me, okay?” It wasn’t a surprise that he’d request Daehyun. He liked Daehyun more than Youngjae, though Yongguk wondered if it was because of those lips that the slave possessed…
Yongguk only nodded, smiling at his twin as the elder man walked off, glad to have the moment to gather himself as he felt far too embarrassed, even after so long with his twin, after being embarrassed like he had.
“Are you two…together?” The inquiry from the new slave caused Yongguk to jump; having honestly forgotten that he was there. He had forgotten in the moment of being so close to his twin. Said slave had been paying close attention to the interaction between the two twins, watching how they respond to one another, pressing close and intimate, even…kissing. The touch and the way that his new elder master had looked at the younger, it was obvious that something about their relationship wasn’t simply…brotherly. And he wasn’t sure that it sat right with him. It caused his stomach to churn uncomfortably at the thought of these two brothers…
Yongguk turned to face the man that he had unbound and had saved from his twin’s wrath, looking at him with a somewhat guilty expression. Daehyun and Youngjae had always known of the twins’ relationship and how it wasn’t strictly brotherly. Yongnam had been the one to tell them and they neither cared, nor thought to comment on it and so it saved Yongguk the awkwardness of sharing this with anyone. He’d never told anyone before, the twins’ relationship staying strictly behind closed doors to save face.
“We are.” He stated softly, watching how a grimace grew on Junhong’s face before he bowed his head, trying to hide it but it was already too late. Yongguk had seen it. And he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t hurt. Slave or not, he found it painful for someone to disapprove of what Yongguk had always known was natural and normal between the two of them.
“I’ll…show you to your room now…we can go over the rules of the house after dinner.” Yongguk spoke. He barely remembered to take off his shoes before he turned on his heel, heading to the second story. It was expected of Junhong to follow without question.
Part 1: Bought
Soft skin. Straight teeth. Colored hair.
Obviously a spoiled one that someone no longer saw use for.
“Price.” The deep voice of one of the brothers demanded as he stood before said spoiled slave, looking him up and down appreciatively.
Long legs. Strong legs. But weak arms.
“Hyung, this kid is hardly something we need. He would hardly last one day.” An equally as deep voice spoke, his hand resting on his brother’s bicep that was nearly twice the size of the one they spoke of.
“I said; price.” He demanded again, his tone lower.
The pale skinned slave winced and kept his eyes downcast.
“Eight billion.” The voice was raspy, scratchy and it graded over the brothers’ ears unpleasantly.
The price caused the elder one to laugh, flipping his brown colored hair out of his eyes as he turned to look at the short, stout man with amusement and thinly veiled distaste.
“Eight billion? Are you kidding me? That’s four times as much as even the most well-bred ones go for. What’s so special about this one?”
Both of the brothers’ gazes returned to the tall slave, his arms hanging in front of him with his hands and feet shackled, a chain interlocking them and making it impossible for long strides to be taken, which might be difficult for someone with legs as long as this one.
“I-I’m sorry, s-sir. This one…” He flipped through the pages on the electronic pad that he was holding. “Age seventeen, bred in Mokpo, virgin, centered indoor, not branded, and-“
“Wait, wait, wait.” The elder brother lifted a hand, stopping the man in his rundown of what this slave was. “This has been untouched?” He looked over the tall, lanky slave once again. “Fucking hell…who was its last owner?”
The younger brother stayed silent, lips pursed as he watched the way his brother dehumanized the slave as most did, but it didn’t mean that he liked it. He stepped forward and looked up into the brown eyes of the boy in question. They were hard, guarded because even if they might be young and inexperienced, they weren’t ignorant.
“His only master had ever been the late General Choi Heechul.”
With his eyes looking into the slave’s, he noticed the flicker of pain, the small wince that appeared over his soft, perfect face and he wondered what went through the mind of the brown-haired teen, this child before them that the elder one seemed to honestly be considering taking into their home. Was he upset? Did he miss his master? Did he feel guilty for whatever had occurred before the General’s demise?
“His only?” A soft scoff left the elder man before he gave a small nod, pulling out his credit chip. “We’ll take it.”
“Hyung-“ The younger one protested, but was stopped by a hand being lifted to silence him, poised in the air and there was never any arguing with that. As the younger twin, he couldn’t argue-let alone in public where many were watching. Any weaknesses could put them at a disadvantage in this world.
“S-sir, would you…do you want to finish inspecting him b-before making a decision?”
“No. I will throw in an extra million for us to walk away with it right now.”
“Done.”
**
“Sirs, welcome home, can I get you-“ Eyes that were downcast opened further when the twins stepped into the home, a tall man behind them, one obviously a slave like himself. “I-I…hadn’t known of your intention to buy another slave; I do not have a place set up for him.”
“Youngjae…” Yongguk let out a soft sigh, giving the frazzled man a small smile and a pat on the shoulder as he came closer. “Don’t worry about it. Before we went out, I hadn’t known of it either. Go and fetch Daehyun and set him up a place in the room next to yours.”
There was a flash of fear over Youngjae’s expression as his eyes flickered to the elder man behind the one he was being spoken to by, the more gentle-hearted one. It was no secret that the two slaves that resided in the twins’ homes were greatly afraid-rightfully so-of the elder twin.
Yongnam rolled his eyes as he saw the look of fright on their shared slave’s face. “Oh, don’t insult me. We’ve known of you and Daehyun fucking since it started. Now go do what my brother says before I sell one of you.”
Youngjae bowed deeply, quickly turning and practically running from the room.
“Seriously, Nam?” Yongguk grunted out with annoyance, turning to face his elder brother as the man inputted the code to lock their modest home. “Don’t scare him like that.”
“Or what? God, you’re such a fucking sap. They’re just slaves.” Yongnam looked at the one that they had just acquired, looking at how he kept his head bowed, brown tresses falling in front of his eyes, his fingers clenching sporadically and small shivers racking his thin frame. “I think I’ll get to work on this one, though…”
“No!” Yongguk moved forward, his fingers sliding around the thin bicep of the tall slave, pulling him back and ignoring how he let out a small yelp of surprise and stumbled to follow the movement. “You are far too fucking rough. And this isn’t a new slave. If he was the General’s then we can be assured that he was well-bred and trained.”
“I’m only as rough as they ask me to be.” Yongnam scowled, crossing his arms over his chest.
The three of them were still standing in the entranceway, two of them still wearing their shoes as Yongnam had kicked them off the moment that he walked in the door. Yongguk had the slave standing somewhat behind him, shielding him partially from his brother who was always so rough, always uncaring of the slaves that they came into contact with. If they were going to purchase a new one that was more expensive than their other two combined, then Yongguk was going to be assured that this one was cared for properly. Yongnam was smirking, finding it amusing how his twin was going to protect the slave from him of all people.
“Oh, baby brother….you ruin all my fun. But fine…I’ll just go mess with Youngjae a bit…” the elder said as though he were truly disappointed that he wouldn’t be the one to break in their new slave and messing with the ones they already had was the only way to make up for that.
“Yongnam…please…”
“What? Sorry, can’t hear you.” Yongnam called as he turned his back to his twin and departed from the entranceway, moving up the stairs to go and find the slave that he intended to mess with.
A pit had been growing in the slave’s stomach the entire time that he’d been standing in his new ‘home’ and he knew that he wasn’t going to like it here. He’d only ever been with the General and the General…he had been something special, something unique in this world of legal human trafficking and slave trade. He’d only been hit a few times, but only with the back of the General’s hand. He knew how lucky he was as he’d never had to endure anything worse as it seemed other slaves found normal and common.
“What’s your name?” Yongguk inquired. There was no way that he was going to be able to dissuade his brother from torturing their slaves in his free time and he wondered why he even tried anymore. He might as well do what he had said he would since he also had free time. He doubted that this new slave would be much trouble, if any at all, to break in. Slaves of anyone in the military were guaranteed to be well-trained and if he’d only ever had one slave then there was no doubt that he was an obedient one.
“J-Junhong. Choi Junhong.” It was common practice for slaves to have their first owner’s last name. Yongguk was actually surprised that Yongnam hadn’t picked up a younger one just so he would have their namesake and their mark on them. But Yongguk wasn’t holding his breath that that’d be the case for much longer.
Yongguk looked over his slave who wore rags, doubting that those were what he had been adorned in while he had been under the care of Heechul. He was still shackled and still standing by the door, having not been told to move anywhere else. He really was something else, Yongguk decided. Long legs, pale flesh that was unmarked and that itself…that was a rarity and even if they had spent a good portion of their fortune on him, Yongguk had a feeling that it’d be worth it.
“I’m going to unbind you now.” He stated firmly, pulling the electronic cardkey from his pocket as he neared the pet that didn’t even flinch. He stood tall, proud, albeit for his chin being to his chest and his eyes being cast downward. “The slave you met was Youngjae. The other one here is Daehyun. Both are pretty close to one another, as I’m sure you picked up, but they’ll be more than happy to make you feel at home, I’m sure.” At this point, he was starting to ramble, just to fill the silence and make Junhong feel more at home. He swiped the card over the pad on the shackles and all four ligatures unclasped. “I’m Bang Yongguk, by the way and my elder twin is Yongnam. Of course, you can’t call us that.” He took the chains and hung them on the designated hook by the door. Even though there was no need to as it wasn’t his place, he took one of the thin wrists into his hands and very gently began to rub where he had seen the skin discolor from chafing. “I will be Master and he will be Sir to you.”
“Will you brand me?” Those were the first real words that the slave spoke, catching Yongguk off guard as he looked to the teenager that stood taller than him.
The question caught him off guard and he blinked for a long moment before speaking, fingers still around Junhong’s wrist. “I…will speak to Yongnam about it, but most likely you will be. Why…do you know why the General never did?”
There was a flash of pain across Junhong’s expression that Yongguk caught, his eyes searching for some sort of deeper understanding of the pet before him.
“He said…the General told me that…” Junhong swallowed and for a moment, Yongguk felt pain for bringing something up that was so obviously painful. “He said I was too perfect.”
“I could believe that.” The snide comment from the elder Bang sibling caused both in the entryway to startle, both turning to look at him but the eyes of the younger one dropping immediately. “I can’t wait to get him naked and see that for ourselves.”
“Yongnam, don’t even go there. What happened to fucking Youngjae?” Yongguk rarely ever spoke so crudely to his brother, let alone about their slaves, but he was growing irritated. Obviously, this slave had gone through some tragedy in losing his latest master, he didn’t deserve to be treated in the way that Yongnam had intended.
“He started crying. Daehyun pleaded and offered himself up instead but I don’t like Daehyun’s ass as much as Youngjae’s.”
“You’re sick.” Junhong muttered before he could think to stop himself. It drew both twins’ gazes to him, one with anger and the other with shock, fear and worry.
Yongnam’s eyes narrowed as he moved closer to their new slave. “What did you say?”
It was as though the slave hadn’t even realized what it was that he had said until the eldest man came towards him. His brown eyes widened as he pulled back and looked to one of his new masters in fear, shaking his head quickly and not giving a verbal response.
“Just let him be.” Yongguk quickly spoke up as he saw his twin take a step closer. He took the chance to insert his body in between theirs before they could grow too close. “Yongnam…please…for me, big brother.” He didn’t want this slave to be hurt. He had probably never endured a punishment before in his life and he’d hate for the first one to be at the hand of someone as violent and rough as Yongnam. The elder man had no respect for slaves, no care to their wellbeing and certainly wouldn’t care one way or the other.
Despite what everyone was made to believe, Yongnam wasn’t actually a cruel person. Or, at least, he was never cruel to Yongguk, his younger brother whom he had been instructed to care for since they were young children. So looking into the nearly identical eyes of said man, Yongnam had no chance of going against such a soft spoken request.
“He’s your responsibility, okay?” Yongnam’s tone had taken a one-eighty-degree turn, his expression even softening and it made Yongguk smile at him in thanks.
“Thank you, big brother.” Yongguk spoke softly, leaning forward to press his lips to Yongnam’s in a gentle kiss that lasted not a second. Too short, but simple and go the point across to the elder twin. The smile on his brother’s face was why he did things like that. “I’ll take responsibility for him, okay?”
At times, despite Yongguk’s closed off nature, there was a sort of innocence that the man still held, almost an ignorance in the way he viewed the world and it always caused Yongnam to smile, to look at his younger brother with such love that made them both realized that as long as Yongguk flashed that gummy smile, Yongnam would give him the world on a silver platter.
“That means you take his punishment, yeah?” Yongnam teased as he lifted his hand to gently brush the gently rounded cheek with his knuckles. There wasn’t an ounce of truth or threat to his question, simply teasing his younger brother to watch the blush swell on his cheeks. It was such an alluring sight, especially when Yongguk then pulled his bottom lip inward, his teeth biting along it in the habitual way that he always has. “I’m teasing, baby brother. I’ll be in the den doing some work, send Daehyun if you need me, okay?” It wasn’t a surprise that he’d request Daehyun. He liked Daehyun more than Youngjae, though Yongguk wondered if it was because of those lips that the slave possessed…
Yongguk only nodded, smiling at his twin as the elder man walked off, glad to have the moment to gather himself as he felt far too embarrassed, even after so long with his twin, after being embarrassed like he had.
“Are you two…together?” The inquiry from the new slave caused Yongguk to jump; having honestly forgotten that he was there. He had forgotten in the moment of being so close to his twin. Said slave had been paying close attention to the interaction between the two twins, watching how they respond to one another, pressing close and intimate, even…kissing. The touch and the way that his new elder master had looked at the younger, it was obvious that something about their relationship wasn’t simply…brotherly. And he wasn’t sure that it sat right with him. It caused his stomach to churn uncomfortably at the thought of these two brothers…
Yongguk turned to face the man that he had unbound and had saved from his twin’s wrath, looking at him with a somewhat guilty expression. Daehyun and Youngjae had always known of the twins’ relationship and how it wasn’t strictly brotherly. Yongnam had been the one to tell them and they neither cared, nor thought to comment on it and so it saved Yongguk the awkwardness of sharing this with anyone. He’d never told anyone before, the twins’ relationship staying strictly behind closed doors to save face.
“We are.” He stated softly, watching how a grimace grew on Junhong’s face before he bowed his head, trying to hide it but it was already too late. Yongguk had seen it. And he’d be lying if he said that it didn’t hurt. Slave or not, he found it painful for someone to disapprove of what Yongguk had always known was natural and normal between the two of them.
“I’ll…show you to your room now…we can go over the rules of the house after dinner.” Yongguk spoke. He barely remembered to take off his shoes before he turned on his heel, heading to the second story. It was expected of Junhong to follow without question.