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“No! Please no , you can have what ever you need , take all the money just spare us please !”
The man screamed , laying on the bedroom floor , his wife beside him sobbing and shaking
Standing over them is a young man dressed in all black .
He holds his knife towards the man , marching mircelessly towards them .
“Please! We- we have a child please don’t do this” the mother screams desperate to live , to escape the clutches of the beast standing infront of them .
“You didn’t spare them when they asked.” The young man replies , voice solid and devoid of emotion. Just like that the handle of the knife cuts through their delicate skin . Blood gushing out coloring their skin and clothes red , the only thing that could be heard are their last gurgling breath . The knife the man holds is dripping with their blood , like wine flowing from a fallen glass on a table .
Jisung stand behind his parent’s bedroom door , terrified little eyes watching scene infront of him , his parents begging , their death . And the dark eyes of their killer . His small hands tremble on the door , breath stuck in his chest .
The killer turns around looking at jisung’s small trembling form . He walks to him , hit him on the head to lose consciousness, he walks out of the mansion of the Han family with it up in flames and in his arms lays the 9 year old Jisung .
The death of the Han family was all over the place , their merciless killer who took down all the Han family , the son is the only one who’s body not present , the people say that his body was too small it got eaten by the flames .
~*~*~
10 years later .
“Master , good morning I made breakfast “
Jisung bows as he opens the door to the special bedroom of his master . And just like always , his master is all ready , he is an early riser and Jisung used to have tough time in the beginning to match his hours . But after 10 years together he got used to it .
“Thank you Jisung “ Minho replies as he walks out of his room leaving behind his cat that lays on the bed sunbathing .
Jisung life consisted only of his master , his master is his center of his world , the axis of which his life spins . Jisung doesn’t remember anything before opening his eyes and seeing his master kind eyes . One looked at him with care yet reserved .
Jisung isn’t naive . He knows that slaves aren’t given their special rooms , or be able to look eye to eye with thier masters , wearing flimsy clothes and put together in empty rooms while the masters are bathed with lavish life and fabrics .
He is thankful that his master Minho treats him well , gives clothes appropriate with the weather , he even lets him eat with him at the same table .
When Jisung was young , he didn’t know any of the house chores , his hands where too small and his stature was too short for the mop handle , and that goes without saying he knew nothing about cooking .
The thing the helped is that there was a nanny , yes was because she died 2 years ago . She wasn’t a slave like Jisung but a house keeper , she also treated Jisung with kindness and tought him everything he has to do to please his master and in what ways .
Jisung and Minho lived in a decent size house , it wasn’t lavish screaming luxury , but it wasn’t near shabby either . One looked and you will understand that the house belonged to a noble .
Minho doesn’t prefer the loudness of the city , so the hose is a bit far from the city center , surrounded by a big garden . That is jisung’s favorite part of the house .
The only people who live in this house is him and and his master . Keeping the house clean all alone is such a task for Jisung , but he is happy as long as his master is happy .
There is a Gardner that comes every week for the garden . And that’s about it .
“Jisung get ready after this , we are going to get you new clothes for winter . It is coming soon .”Minho said , again voice kind but strict , Jisung also got used to it .
He nodded, he can never say no to his master .
Walking down the busy streets of the city , Jisung is reminded of how gifted he is with his master , seeing most of the slaves with flimsy , tattered clothes and bare foot , some of them are even chained like animals.
The sight sicknes him to the core .
The sound of a door clinging wakes him up from his thoughts .
“ Oh! Welcome Mr. Minho , what brings you to my humble store ?”
Comes the soft voice of the owner , Chan .
Jisung has also know Chan since he was young , the man always took care of him when master had to travel when he was young , he can say that master and Chan are friends .
“I would like for you to make Jisung winter clothes for the coming season “ Minho says , a smile in his voice .
Jisung lived with his master long enough to know that this is a friendly gesture from him. His master doesn’t have a lot of ‘close friends’ but he does have a lot of business partners . He is mostly busy with work .
“I will leave him in your care , I have few things to do on the next building , I will come pick him up once I am done “ Minho nods on his way out leaving Jisung behind .
Chan claps his hand .
“ Hey Jisung- ah , it been a while “
Jisung smiled brightly.
“Yes Hyung , how is the shop doing ?”
Chan chuckled “ oh it as usual , fussy women and confisticated men coming in and out so that I can take thier measurements and get their fancy clothes done “
“Oh well , that means the business is going well , right?”
Jisung said smiling , going closer to Chan so he can take his measurements, he is becoming an adult after all , his measurements have changed for sure .
“Yes! , Oh! I also have a surprise-“
Before Chan could even finish his sentence, a blond head popped from the back of the store door .
“Chan! I can’t find the fabric that lady Tisha asked for!”
“And- here is the surprise “
“You hired someone finally?”
Jisung says laughing at the expression carried by the blond young boy , who looks his age .
The blond boy regain his composure quickly , coming for front , extending his hands for a shake .
“Sorry for screaming! Didn’t know we have a customer. Name’s Felix “
Jisung takes his hand “Jisung , I am master’s Minho”
Something in Felix’s expression soured . But it turned back to its usual smile just as quickly .
“Okay lixie , let me do my job now before Minho returns “ Chan said driving Felix away .
By the time Jisung measurements were taken
and the fabric chosen , Minho was already here .
“Are you done ?” He asked putting his hands on jisung’s shoulder .
Something in Jisung’s stomach turned in a funny way .
“Yes Master “
Minho smiled at him then , one of his rarest smiles .
“You will be able to pick everything in a week! Would you like for me to dilver them ?”
Minho nodded “yes, that would be really nice , thank you Chan.”
With that they were done and back again on the city streets .
Minho is a known man , he is feared by many , he keeps little interest in everything . Power is his delicacy and only small amount of people around him are close to knowing what Minho is like .
Minho wasn’t born with a silver spoon , he rose from the dead , working hard and reaching levels , nobles in blood line for years couldn’t reach . He is a very strict man too , but with Jisung it is different . He tried to tell himself that this isn’t true , denies the fact his heart speaks . He doesn’t know what the future is carrying for them.