Zico's Mansion

@Yu Hamin [P] ((Sorry for the late reply OTL And it's okay :'-) Do you still wanna continue? If you do, maybe it would be easier to move it to a PM roleplay~))

@Zico [M] (I'm an idiot. I didnt see the notification for this so I lowkey totally thought you forgot and wasnt gonna bug you anymore. Skip one year later and I'm like "Whatever happened to... oh .")

@Yu Hamin [P] Immediately when Zico entered the bathroom, he started to peel off his clothing. Starting with the many buttons on his white, crisp dress shirt. It seemed this was an evening of firsts. For the both of them. Never had he let a pet stay in his room for the night, never mind sleep on the same bed. And now showering together? What was happening to the Mafia Boss. Was he growing to soft Although he hated to think of it that way. But sometimes, it was exhausting to keep up the facade he always carried around. For once, just once...it would be nice to be completely comfortable in the presence of another person. Even if it just was his pet. But in the back of his mind, he couldn't help but worry as to what his father would have to say to this if he ever found out.

Noticing the air around him was especially quiet, the young master snapped his head up as he hung up his shirt to find Hamin glued to the bathroom doorframe, not moving a single inch in or out. It was as if his body had turned to stone from how still he stood. "What are you doing? Come here and get undressed" The older demanded, confused as to what he was doing so far away from him. Although before Hamin had a chance to respond for himself, Zico grabbed his hand and yanked him towards his now bare chest. "Or do you want me to help you get undressed myself?" He snickered, his hands already grabbing at the fabric of his uniform. There was no stopping the ed man.

Zico managed to yank the top bit off his scrawny shoulders to reveal his bare chest before giving up and removing his own pants and boxers first. Knowing Hamin anyway, he wouldn't let him get any further than that. "Well. you focus on undressing and I'm going to get the shower running...you didn't think I meant for you to stand in the bathroom? What would be the fun of that" He laughed, already fixated on getting the water the right temperature.

((LOL goblin))

@Yu Hamin [P] ((It's okay don't worry about it C': I'm gonna reply in a few minutes~))

@Zico [M] Hamin simply scoffed when the other threatened to smack him, unsure whether to believe him or not. While the man in front of him had whipped him until he had bled, he had otherwise not laid a hand on him. And while he had screamed at the pet and tortured and humiliated him, he had also cleaned up after himself, taken care of the boy, and protected him both physically and emotionally. The young mafia man was truly a mystery to the pet. One that he was quietly and gradually determined to solve.

As he stared back into the other's wicked eyes, Hamin couldn't help but let out a long, slow sigh. "You really are an goblin, you know that?" The slave huffed, glaring mildly back at the older and purposefully not showing a reaction to what the other said. It was much more likely than not that Hamin would ignore Zico's phone calls some time or another. He would just have to do his best not to be found if that happened.

He had just finished a slight roll of his eyes we when he noticed the other slowly getting closer, his feline eyes widening slightly as he stayed still, not leaning in or pulling away, but prepared for the kiss nonetheless. To say he was surprised that it didn't actually happen was both true and false, as he was expecting the kiss, but also knew how unpredictable the young master could be. He frowned slightly to himself as the other man stood and put his phone on the dresser, then staring at him like he had grown a second head as he checked to make sure the doors were locked then demanded that Hamin joined him in the bathroom. The pet had almost completely forgotten about the fact that he was in fact still a toy.

With another begruding sigh, Hamin reluctantly stood and shuffled after the master to the bathroom, sharply tugging his dress down as he stood as close to the door as possible. Maybe he was just being stubborn, or maybe he truly was suspicious and unhappy, the master couldn't know for sure.

@Zico [M] (I MISSED YOU TOOOO~!!! Ugh, sorry that I didn't reply earlier, I had to deal with petty girl drama between my friends orz. Working on the reply right now!)

@Yu Hamin [P] ((I'm so sorry for the awful reply, I'm so out of it))

As Zico showed and explained the ins and outs of the cellphone to the younger, he could feel his hot breath growing closer to his own face. The closeness between the two of them was comforting. For a moment, it felt as if they were just two men, chatting and enjoying each others presence. But Zico knew that on the other side of his locked bedroom doors, they were both far from it. But for now, he was going to enjoy the moment.

"Don't make me smack you" He said in response to the boys snarky question, whether it be true or not. But Zico wouldn't put it past him. But that's what he liked so much about Hamin and had grown to love his catty attitude even more so than when they first met. The older leaned in even closer and a devilish grin stretched his lips, "I'll get my staff to find you and drag you back to me. Making you wish you would have picked up that phone" He said softly, never once breaking eye contact with him as he spoke. He would take great pleasure in correcting the boys behaviour.

For a moment, he was so caught up in the youngers dark, cat like eyes and felt himself leaning even closer to the point where their lips almost met. But he caught himself at the very last second and pulled away, restoring the distance between them. He got up off the bed with the phone in hand and placed it on his nightstand, "Don't forget to grab this before you leave in the morning" he motioned to it on the table before making his way over to his bedroom doors to make sure they were locked, from the outside and inside. "I'm going to grab a shower before bed. Come. I don't trust you alone in my bedroom" Zico demanded, not even giving him the chance to decline as he was already making his way to the bathroom.

@Yu Hamin [P] (I MISSED YOUUUU TT3TT I'll reply in a few minutes~)

@Zico [M] (Ah, I'm sorry. I totally forgot to check for your reply. It's fine~! I'm patient!)

As much as Hamin was enticed by the amazing piece of technology at his fingertips, he still was keeping his attention on the young master enough to notice the exasperation in the other's voice. He had never been in a manor long enough to get to know the politics or get involved in the drama first hand, so he really didn't know how serious things were. The feline-like boy only hoped that it wasn't a regular occurrence for this place. As things stood, it appeared that he would stay for a while. There were so many things that he had wanted to do, and now, frankly, he was mildly scared to be on his own. Though he didn't let it show, the pool incident had badly shaken up his confidence. He no longer felt invincible.

The pet was snapped out of it when he was slow to realize what the master had suggested. "Spend the night here?" He stared blankly as he slowly mulled the thought over. It was most definitely frowned upon for a master to even consider sleeping in the same bed as a slave. And Hamin had never heard of it happening before, despite the large amount of other slaves who he had gotten the chance to talk to. He could tell by the look on Zico's face that it was a strange thing to suggest for him too. Hamin tried to do his best to push the thought aside, though he was anxious with the whole situation. He could hardly sleep by himself, never mind with someone in the same bed. But he would pull through.

"Pft, am I a kid or an old man? Make up your mind." The younger scoffed back, crossing his arms as the gift was taken from him so quickly. He cast a short glance at the master, studying his face and absently wondering if he'd be so scared by waking up and being faced with the master right in front of him that he'd jump. Or maybe even hit him. The thought amused the slave and he let a tiny smile through as he shifted closer to the other to get a clear view at the screen. He did his best to try and remember which buttons did what, nodding to show that he understood. When he heard ZIco's last words, he scoffed, looking back at him and quirking a brow. "What if I don't want to be reached?" The boy asked, partially serious, and partially just wanting to annoy the other a little more. Yes, it seemed as though their relationship couldn't change too much.

@Yu Hamin [P] ((I'm sorry for the awful reply, I'm trying to get back into the swing of things ><))

Zico was too lost in thought to catch the boys response. He was perplexed by the idea of Hamin's well being for the next few days. He was sure by now that news of what had happened this afternoon had already made it's way throughout the entire estate. There was no doubt about it. People around here loved to gossip. So it would be best that Hamin lay low for the next few days. To avoid anymore trouble and let the commotion cool down. But surely sitting up in his bedroom all day wouldn't be any fun. Especially for a pet of Hamin's nature. He'd be bouncing off the walls and escaping out the window in a matter of minutes. Then again, the idea of 'babysitting' him wasn't the masters cup of tea either...
"Aish..." The young boss groaned, rubbing the temples of his forehead in agitation. He was just talking himself in circles at this point. "I'll figure something out...tonight stay here with me though..." Zicos voice trailed off towards the end, grasping the concept of that. Sleeping in the same bed together, actually spending time together that just didn't involve . It was weird. It felt weird and foreign. Like...a realtionship. Sort of.
Pushing that thought aside for now, Zico fixed his attention on Hamin who stared at the unknown device in his hands, the soft glow that was being emitted lighting up his face. "Okay there old man, let me show you a few things" The older teased, poking fun at the fact that he didn't know how to work the thing. Even though he knew that in Hamins previous environment he probably never even got close to a cellphone. Never mind one of his own. Zico plunked himself down on the bed beside Hamin and grabbed the phone from out of his hands. With his legs stretched out in front of him and his hand propping him up behind him, he leaned closer to his pet, closing in on the distance between them. "This, is the power button and this is the volume button for if you're listening to music or watching a video. I want the sound on this phone on all the time, even when you're sleeping in case I have to reach you" Zico demanded sternly, showing him the bottons as he spoke about them and meeting the youngers dark, feline like eyes as he spoke.

@Zico [M] After a moment's thought, Hamin nodded. "You're bad for me, too." A shrug rolled off his shoulders, his words nonchalant to show that he wasn't fully convinced that the young mafia boss was sincerely terrible. Though it could be difficult, Hamin was getting better at seeing the good in people like Zico. He suddenly knew that he wanted to learn more about him. It would be easier to sort through everything when he truly had an idea of who Zico was.

Propping himself up on two bony elbows to watch what the master was doing, Hamin remembered that he wasn't wearing any thing underneath the thin black dress, crossing his legs to conceal anything that he may have been revealing. Once he realized what the object was that had been thrown next to him, the curious cat-like boy's face lit up, though only slightly. He instantly sat up, scooping the phone off of the bed and examining it, only having a vague idea about how to turn it on "A day or two off...? What would I do in those couple days?" He asked absently, not looking up as he finally managed to get the phone on. The screen lit up, and Hamin became entranced, not knowing what to do with it next. Though he knew about technology, it was nothing when it came to actually using it.

@Yu Hamin [P] Zico continued to contently puff on his cigarette, feeling his shaken up nerves and the remaining of the adrenaline beginning to settle as the nicotine hit his system. Doctors always warned him that smoking was not the right way to calm himself down but he'd argue otherwise. It worked so far and the man wasn't dead, yet. The young master could feel the pets fixed gaze on his face. He wasn't sure what exactly he was staring at whether it be his smoke or something on him, but he didn't bother to glance over. Only when he felt a small, gentle touch against his skin did Zico look over at the pet in curiosity, a little taken back by the action. But that moment was ended almost as quickly as it started when Hamin lightly flicked his forehead. "You're bad for me" The Boss grumbled before turning away again, realizing that comment could be taken in several different contexts.

The young master crossed his long slender legs, as he leaned back a little on the bed using his other free hand to hold his cigarette, letting the thick, grey smoke seep out from his nostrils and in-between his lips. "A maid told me. I asked her to go look for you" Zico explained, glancing back at the smaller who now lay on the bed, both of them exhausted at this point. "Which reminds me" The young master stood up suddenly and put his cigarette out in the marble ashtray next to his bed before going over to his desk and rummaging through it's contents. After a few moment of looking, he came back to the bed with a small phone. "Keep this" he carelessly tossed the device onto the bed next to Hamin, missing him by just an inch or two. "In case I need to reach you...it's a pain having to get other to look for you. I also want you to be careful for the next few days. Maybe you should take a day or two off until things settle down..." He pondered, wondering if it would be better to play it safe. There was no doubt that Hamin was able to defend himself but he didn't want him to be put in that same position again.

@Zico [M] Hamin shifted his gaze from the floor and back to the person beside him once he the smell of tobacco reached his nostrils. He blinked, looking at the cigarette with curious longing -missing the days before he was a slave where he could smoke whenever he wanted- before tracing a path with his eyes towards Zico's lips. His gaze continued, dragging across the man's strong jaw and cheekbones before resting on his displaced hair. A tentative, small hand reached up to tuck the other's hair away from his forehead. But he couldn't let himself be too affectionate. A single index finger flicked out, hitting Zico lightly in the forehead before the pet retracted his hand altogether. "That's bad for you." He stated, though he didn't really care. He had been a smoker too.

When the other spoke again, Hamin rolled his eyes, though he knew that he was walking on untrodden emotional ground. At least, for the pet it was. "Back there... I could only tell them the bad things." He shrugged, not exactly wanting to come out and say that there were good things about living here. Things that he liked about the place. About Zico. He liked enjoyed being with a master..?

With a surprised and frustrated sigh at his own realization, wondering if he had gotten weak and how Zico had broken him, Hamin flopped back against the bed. He stared up at the ceiling as he tried to figure himself out, giving up when it became too much for him to figure out. Instead, he focused on what had happened in the short day, simply coming to terms with all the events. "How did you know where to find me?" He asked eventually, remembering the sense of relief and confusion he had first had when his master had showed up just in time.

@Yu Hamin [P] ((It's okay! ^^))

At this point, Zico was too worn down to continue. He had run out of steam and was drained of all his energy. The young master had gone full throttle, using every ounce of strength in his body before hitting a wall and collapsing in exhaustion. As his body was cooling down, so was his mind. Which was a good and bad thing. It was like he had had gotten extremely drunk and was now recollecting and analyzing his embarrassing actions and mood swings the morning after. With a terrible hangover on top of that. Except in this case, everyone witnessed the tantrum he threw.

Sighing again in agitation, Zico ed his hand into his pant pocket, anxiously fumbling around for his lighter and cigarette pack. The cigarette was hanging in his mouth and he was attempting to light it when Hamin suddenly spoke up. What he thought was going to be a slur of curse words and angry comments about the whole incident, was replaced with just a simple, 'no'. As he turned around to look at his pet in confusion, it wasn't surprising to see that Hamin had managed to wiggle himself out of his restraints and was now sitting beside him on the bed. Zico could only manage a drained chuckle. But what followed next surprised the older. It took him a moment to register what he was talking about and then he doubled to check to make sure his ears weren't playing tricks on him. Had he really heard that correctly?

Although he didn't want to show too much excitement. He had already embarrassed himself enough for today. Using everything in him, Zico looked away once again and lit his smoke, taking a long, deep puff before blowing it out in front of him, watching the toxic cloud fill the room. It was no surprise the man wasn't dead yet considering how many he went through daily. "Are you sure? I could send you back if you wanted" Now Zico was just being cruel and milking the situation. The spoiled little boy deep inside him wanted to hear it again for himself. He wanted to hear Hamin admit it several more times in fact. Not that he ever had any plans of sending Hamin away, even from the beginning.

@Zico [M] (Sorry if its short and ty, I'm in class XD)

The pet scanned Zico's features, confused by the look in his eyes as well as his obvious reluctantance. Because he was watching him so intently, he also noticed the grim determination and brief flash off anger as the man finally lifted the whip. His lean muscles tensed visibly as he braced himself, waiting for the stinging blow. Yet it never came. He hadn't realized that he had squeezed his eye shut until be had to open them, once again confused at the other's sudden change of heart.

Only when he saw the master pick up the did he have a brief moment of clarity at what had stopped the man in his tracks, a small smile briefly flashing across Hamin's face as well. If was still funny, even though it wasn't how he had pictured it. When the other finally spot and sat down on the bed with a defeated sag of his shoulders, Hamin finally tugged in the belt, looking up at it as he figured out how to undo it himself. Is wasn't that hard to undo the buckle with his flexibility, loosening it until he could slip his hands out.

He sat up, adjusting his skirt and eyeing the master before slowly crawling across the distance between them to sit beside him. He wracked his brain, trying to think of the perfect words to make the master stop being upset, but there were so many thoughts that it seemed impossible. "No." He ended up saying simply, his voice slightly hoarse from the annoying lump in his throat. He didn't realize that he had been so upset, managing to shake himself out of it and clear his throat as he spoke again, "I said that I didn't know, but now I do. It's no." His eyes refused to meet Zico's staring at the floor with nervous anticipation at what Zico would say. Would he be confused, as his answer to the master's questions early had contradicted what he had said downstairs? Or would he simply accept it, maybe be a little happier?

@Yu Hamin [P] The young, outraged master stood at the foot of the bed with his whip in hand. His dark, hollow eyes frowned upon the younger who lay helplessly in front of him. Normally this would be a situation that would excite him. But this time, he felt nothing. No sort of emotion other then bitter, tasteless anger. And he could tell that Hamin didn't feel good about this either. It was a complete day and night change from last night. His usual, feisty, green orbs were full of fear and grief. Deep down Zico knew that the boy was just attempting to protect himself and although Zico didn't want to admit it, he sensed that he was more angry at himself then he was at Hamin. And in cases like these, the master needed some outlet to get rid of his emotions. It was an awful habit of his. So if neither of them were enjoying themselves, what was the point of this? What was the point of going through with all of this? Why not call it off here and deal with this more sensibly in the morning? Zico visibly shook his head in disagreement. 'No, I need to teach him a lesson' he managed to convince himself otherwise.

Zico brought his hand above his head, gathering the energy and strength he needed to deliver the first blow to the pets crotch when he noticed some peculiar slightly sticking out from underneath his pillow. His arm fell to his side from a moment as he made his way over to the front of the bed, resting the whip beside Hamin for a moment as he went to check out, whatever this was. He grabbed the rubbery end of the object and pulled it out from underneath his pillows only to then be holding a in his hand. 'What the is this doing here?' He thought to himself as he stared at the toy in confusion. He picked his brain for any plausible answers and for the moment, his mind was preoccupied. 'It wasn't me so it would have had to been a maid...but the only maid that cleaned my room today was-' And at that moment Zico slowly turned to look at Hamin with the toy in his hand and for a split second, that familiar smirk came over his face before it turned into something very different once again.

"What the am I doing..."Zico sighed, tossing the onto the bed before plunking himself down on the edge of it. Just what was he doing was a good question. In the end, he was angry and upset and was looking for someone to take it out on. In truth, Hamin's feelings were justifiable. Zico too would hate himself if he were in the boys position. But admitting this to himself made him even more frustrated. He didn't wanted it to be this way but he just had to sort of, accept it. For a moment, Zico rested his hand on the bed behind him and took a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair as he stared up at the ceiling in an attempt to cool himself down. Hamin sure was lucky. If it weren't for that stupid little prank of his, god knows what Zico would have done. Glancing over at the on the bed reminded the older that the relationship they had now, isn't something he wanted to loose.

@Zico [M] Once he had seen that the master had registered his response, Hamin closed his eyes, not wanting to feel guilty for the things he had chosen not to say. Though he wasn't sure, he had a feeling that if he had spoken up about how he really left about the mafia boss, though it would be confusing, Zico wouldn't have been so angry. But he hadn't learned how to share his feelings yet, and he certainly wasn't confident that he wouldn't regret sharing how he felt, especially to someone as cocky as the man before him. Only when his face was shoved away did he open his eyes, a near silent sigh brushing past his lips at the other's words.

He watched the master again, something he seemed to be doing a lot of, as he undid his belt. Sometimes, more information could be gathered about someone by watching them rather than speaking to him. It was a lot easier to lie with words than with body language. Annoyance once again flared up when he realized what the master was doing, struggling minimally as his wrists were bound together and to the headboard. "I'm aware." Hamin snorted, in slight disbelief that he was getting a punishment for standing up for himself. It was just his damned luck that Zico would walk in just in time to hear every mean thing that Hamin had ever thought about him. But he stayed silent. It seemed easier for him to deal with whatever this punishment would be than to sort through his emotions and thoughts and try to explain them to someone as stubborn as Zico. Besides, he hardly recognized these things himself.

He squirmed uncomfortably when he was exposed, watching with increasingly wider green orbs as he saw Zico make his way over to his toy treasure trove. Of course, he had been expecting something of the sort in the back of his mind, but that didn't stop him from hoping that maybe his punishment would be some rough . Then again, all that he had had with Zico had been rough. And passionate. Still, the thought of any sort of toy or anything unknown to the pet frightened him. When he saw the whip, though, the dread in his stomach increased, and he did his best not to look at Zico.

@Yu Hamin [P] Neither of them seemed to move an inch as Zico impatiently waited for a response to his empty question. He was even angry at himself for the fact that deep down, he wanted Hamins answer to be a no. But he knew that wouldn't be the case and so it didn't hurt to hear the boys reply. "Maybe I should remind you oh why you're here" The young master snarled, pushing the smallers face away from his hand as he climbed onto the large bed.

Kneeling in front of Hamin and keeping his eyes locked on his, he fiddled with his belt buckle before successfully removing the leather belt from around his hips. He leaned forward and grabbed the pets tiny wrists in one hand tightly, yanking them closer to the bed board to which he firmly secured his wrists to using his leather belt. Having done this several times, it almost came as second nature. Which was sort of sad to admit. "You may actually be better off with your old master. I'm not as easy going when it comes to punishing my pets" Zico snarled before tugging the boys flimsy skirt up to reveal his limp and boney hip bones, taking note of that awful scar once again. For a second a pang of guilt hit him for using that sensitive slur earlier. But he managed to convince himself that now wasn't the time to be getting all soft on the boy. He was surprised he hadn't had any issues with that today since he had gone the entire time without underwear.

The young master got off the bed and sauntered over to where his second closet sat in the corner of his room. He suspected that at this point Hamin knew that's where all the toys were kept. "What to use..." he mumbled under his breath, scanning the array of colourful toys and outfits that lined the inside of the old wooden cabinet. Finally deciding on one, Zico reached for a black, leather whip and slowly made his way back over to the bed with it in hand. He must off looked like some deranged psycho path, his hair was a mess and the smirk he wore was twisted and sick. The spoiled, young master was hurt and angry.

@Zico [M] Letting out a soft noise of a sort of patient frustration as he was thrown recklessly onto the bed, Hamin was able to feel himself bounce on the soft mattress. He adjusted himself so that he could at least watch Zico, to be braced for anything coming: both physically and verbally. Reaching up slender fingers to brush his hair away from his eyes, he allowed himself to gaze back up at the angry man, doing his best to remain calm, though his heart was beating rapidly with worry. When he could finally mull the man over because the curtain of hair was out of the way, he let his arm fall down to his side. The spot was still very red from where Zico had grabbed him, and he rubbed it gently with the opposite hand.

If it hadn't been for the seriousness in the room, Hamin would have found it funny how the master went through the cycle of opening his mouth, closing it, then muttering to himself on repeat. So Zico could get flustered and overwhelmed too. It wasn't until he finally collected himself and spoke that Hamin winced, managing to hold his gaze, not defiantly nor showing any fear. He could see how tense the master was, and he hoped that he wouldn't agitate him further. But it seemed like he was doing a good enough job of that himself. It wasn't until Zico said that one word, like a rusty knife, that Hamin showed anything in his gaze. In this case it was pain and anger. There was only one place that that could have come from, and that meant that Zico had wanted to hurt the pet. It didn't sit well will the younger boy, and he forced himself to look down, balling up his fists as his hair swung back down to shield his emotions once again.

Only when he was forced to look into the other's eyes did Hamin regain his facade, not allowing the other to see what he was really feeling. It was too risky... He never should have let himself be vulnerable in front of such a guy. If the young master had not called him the name that caused the pet the most turmoil, Hamin's response would have been a quiet, but sure 'no'. However, for reasons that he couldn't explain, it had wounded him deeply inside when the words had come from Zico's lips. So he managed to mutter a soft, "I don't know."

@Yu Hamin [P] Upon reaching the young masters room, he swung the door open so hard it slammed up against the wall before he shut it once again, just as hard as he opened it. Zico stormed over to his bed and carelessly tossed the boy onto the fluffy mattress where they happily sat just this morning. Only a few hours ago. All he could do at the moment was stand at the foot of the bed and glare at him with his arms tightly crossed over his chest. He was so angry and had so much to say back at the pool but suddenly it was if his mind was pulling a blank. There were a million things he wanted to ask and say but for some reason he couldn't get anything out. Everything was just so overwhelming he hadn't a clue to where he should even start. Several times the young master opened his mouth only to close it again, grumbling under his breath as he did so.

It was until a minute or two of awkward silence and eye contact until he was finally able to speak. "So you really hate me that much, hm?" He asked sternly, forcing himself to not shout at the pet. Although it was hard to keep himself from nearly shaking in anger. "I'm a ing prick. If I recall. So what does that make you, a ing ?!" He growled. The venomous words spilled out of his mouth like uncontrollable word vomit. He knew the word '' hit home for Hamin, and deep down he felt guilty for actually using it against the boy. He was just so angry at the moment. In an attempt to calm himself down, the young master anxiously ran his fingers through his messy locks, grabbing a fistful of it in agitation. "Why don't I just ship you back off to that old fart! I'm sure, you'd get treated a lot better over there than you are getting treated here by the way you make it sound!" With each words his voice was growing louder and angrier. The hot water was boiling over once again.

Zico strode over the pet who sat on the bed, looking a little disheveled himself and aggressively grabbed his face with one hand. Yanking his chin up to look him in the eyes, the young Mafia Boss leaned closer, steam practically coming out from his ears. "Is that what you want? Do you really want to leave this place that much? Do you really hate me that much?" The angered master hissed between his teeth in just below a whisper, breathing shakily as he spoke.

@Zico [M] Hamin could only flinch when the master's voice grew louder, and it pained him to know that it was directed at him. So the raging man had in fact heard what he had said. The knot of dread, guilt, and worry tightened inside of him. He did his best to watch Zico was he quickly stormed towards him, but had to drag his gaze away when he felt the hand painfully gripping his arm. "Ah!" He gasped, about to try to pull away from the older man's vice-like grip before thinking better of it. He would rather have a bad bruise than a break or a fracture. Slowly, he raked his gaze up to the masters reddened face, still able to admire his handsome face despite the situation at hand. He only allowed a brief flicker of hurt to pass over him before he returned to to neutral face. Didn't he mean what he had said?

Before Hamin had time to sort himself out, he was tossed over the man's shoulder, grunting in response to the rough treatment and the feeling of Zico's strong shoulder hitting his small bones as they collided. As he could practically feel the anger radiating from the mafia boss, Hamin decided it was safer to stay quiet. With a gentle sigh, Hamin's long lashes fluttered shut, waiting for the master to go wherever he was headed.

While things were quiet, Hamin had time to think. First off, why was Zico so angry? They had fought constantly since Hamin had got there... Yet it wasn't fighting like either of them had done back in the pool house. That had been serious and tense, yet their fighting... It was different. Almost as if there was some kind of respect or affection behind their jabs. And surely he wasn't the first servant to ever talk bad about the master. And then there was another question: why did Hamin feel like what he had said wasn't right? It couldn't have just been guilt about being overheard. And what he had said was true... Sometimes. Those things, he realized, were what he resented the master for. But he didn't hold a grudge against Zico all the time... Though Hamin felt somewhat closer to the answer, it was all too confusing, especially for someone so out of touch with their emotions, to figure out in the short time between the pool and their destination.

@Yu Hamin [P] Hamin calling his name in disbelief caused the young master to spin around in a flash, his furious glare dancing around the room until he spotted the pet. He made his way over to where the boy was now crouching down on the floor, helping the woman that turned against him out of the pool. It was almost tempting to push Hamin in at the moment but he knew the pet couldn't swim, he could never bring himself to go that far. "And YOU" The olders voice thundered, ing his hand out and tightly grabbing onto the youngers thin, boney arm. Any tighter and could swear it felt as if he was going to snap his arm in half. "You have some /serious/ explaining to do" He growled, his dark orbs narrowing in on the pet before yanking him up and throwing him over his shoulders in a roughly manner before already starting towards the door. He just wanted to get the hell out of this place at the moment.

"I want this place cleaned up! And once your done, pack your bags and never step foot in this estate ever again!" Zico shouted back at them all, not even bothering to glance over his shoulder before slamming the door shut behind them both. No one dared to say anything. But they all knew Zico was dead serious about his request. After all, they could all easily be replaced and were well aware of that.

Taking large, fast strides, the young master stormed down the hall and back towards his room in silence. Maids and Butlers stopped, watching the scene he was making as he stormed by. At this point Zico couldn't even be bothered to try and cover things up, ignoring the stores and whispers as he made his way past them all. He was just too angry to care at the moment. He wasn't exactly sure how he'd go about punishing the boy yet but he defiantly wasn't getting off easy. Those simple words continued to torment his mind. 'I never liked that ing prick'. Was that what he was? A ing prick? So maybe Hamin would be happier elsewhere...with a different master in a different estate.

@Zico [M] The pet could have sworn that his heart stopped all together when Zico burst through the door, both relief that the situation was over, yet fear at what the man had heard. Hamin's body froze was he stared at the mafia boss, seeing the twisted grin. He winced visibly when the other's loud voice hit his ears, and his gut wrenched, causing him to feel like he might throw up. Whether it was at his anger or at what his words meant, the pet wasn't really sure. All he could do was stare at his master, the pets face red from the angry yelling and his eyes wide from the master's sudden entrance. The tables had turned so quickly, and Hamin was just trying to grasp what was happening.

As Hamin was busy trying to sort everything out, he hadn't realized the change in all of the maids, only when Zico walked up to the trouble maker did he realize that they were covering. It was the last thing that Hamin expected when the furious man grabbed her hair and threw her into the pool, causing his red lips to fall apart. After taking a second to realize what had happened, Hamin looked at the master and shook his head. "Zico!" He hissed before turning around and crouching beside the pool, offering the woman his hand. As much as he disliked this young, misguided woman, she didn't deserve to be assaulted by someone as strong as Zico. After all, Hamin knew how strong he was when he was angry, the reason why he still had marks on his chest. Even if she was stupid enough to try to pull the pet into the pool, he trusted Zico enough to not let him drown. No matter how angry he was at the moment.

As he pulled the woman up and out of the pool, he cast a short glance over his shoulder, sighing softly to himself as he let go when she could finally stand by herself. Then he turned back to the master, waiting to see what would happen next with a brow furrowed in concern.

@Yu Hamin [P] Before he had even reached the glass french doors that lead to the pool, Zico could hear the voices of many women shouting. He couldn't make anything out of it aside from the word '' that seemed to be a favorite among this group of ladies. With the scar on Hamins hips he could only imagine how that word hit him like daggers. Although nothing from Hamin. Which was a good thing in a way. Knowing the Pet, he was probably trying his best to keep his cool, but failing despite his efforts. Hamin, like Zico, had a short temper after all. Sighing in relief, Zico had his hand on the silver handle of the doors before stopping in his tracks as he heard Hamin begin to speak.

His words hurt. There was no doubt about that. But he assumed that at this point he was just trying to protect himself against the crowd of angry maids. That didn't mean Hamin would get off easy though.

Through the frosted glass the young master spotted Hamin backed up against the edge of the pool with a wall of people around him. He suspected something like this would happen. Something else was shouted back at him but it wasn't until Hamin spoke up again did Zico stop in his tracks. He heard everything. Every. Single. Word. And every word that came out of his mouth hit him like a ton of bricks, piling up more and more as he spoke. His dark, hollow orbs fell to the floor as he silently stood by and listened painfully, his heavy breathing from hurrying over here, echoing in the back of his mind, along with the loud noise his mind was making as the turmoil started. Not only was he angry at Hamin but also furious at himself. Why was he letting such a frivolous matter bother him? What had he expected of the boy? Any normal person wouldn't be happy being in Hamins position so why would Hamin be an exception to that? Was it because deep in the back of his mind he had wished for a different sort of answer? Possibly something more? The young master was so wrapped up in his own little world like usual, creating his own little, twisted fairytale did he not stop to think at all about how Hamin actually felt about this ordeal...His heart ached, beginning to question everything up until now. His mind being consumed with self doubt, worry, unwanted emotions and feelings and Hamin.

But that's what was wrong about this all. 'Hamin was a pet afterall' Zico firmly reminded himself. This wasn't a lovey dovey relationship or some sort of sick fantasy. Hamin, was Zicos slave. A body for him to use and discard when he pleased. A mere hole to stick his in when he was or to torture when he was bored. He'd been so caught up in all these 'feelings' it appeared he lost sight of what this actually was all about. The fire was back in the masters eyes, but this time a lot darker and angrier than usual. Wearing a twisted sort of grin, he burst through the doors, causing everyone to stop in horror and look over at the figure of authority who now stood feet away from them all. "That's right" The olders voice boomed, echoing off the tile walls and ceiling. "Hamin is a pet. Nothing less and certainly nothing more" Zico announced while pushing the dark locks of hair out of his face only to have them fall back in front of his eyes. "Whoever thought it was anything more...you're most defiantly wrong" The Boss scanned the crowd for the face from this morning, quickly glancing at Hamin before spotting the women who was now cowering in fear as she knew she had been singled out. "Stupid, stupid women. Do you not know anything? What a stupid " The older scoffed, his dark eyes narrowing in on the women in front of him as he sauntered up to the maid casually. As if he was a hunter hunting his prey. "You're a disgrace to this estate!" The Mafia boss screamed at her, his face twisting into something almost unrecognizable as he grabbed onto his hair and tossed her into the pool. With a loud yelp, she hit the water and immediately came back up for air. Although no one dared to help her out.

As Zico turned around to face the other faces he noticed the look of fear and horror on their faces. Only once before had Zico gotten this angry. It was when the police had found out about the estate and threatened to shut it down. Until they were bribed with large sums of money and various other threats. He was like a ticking time bomb when he was angry. Once he went off, the state of damage was horrendous.

@Zico [M] "How stupid you must be to think that you can just weasel your way into Master Zico's heart like that... Or rather, into his pants." The woman who had brought him in joined in with the chorus of other voices, a sneer on her face.

"What a ."
"!"
"Gold digging hoe!"
"Get out, !"

With all the insults being throw at him as well as the fact that they were slowly, but surely cornering him and backing him closer to the pool, Hamin was truly overwhelmed. The word "" was, as always, like a thorn to his heart, and as he couldn't get a word in, frustration welled up inside of him. He tried to control himself, vowing not to raise a hand to any of them despite the sharp jabs to the ribs from elbows and fingers or the shoves that kept making him inch backwards. It wasn't until the heels of his black flats were on the edge of the pool that he finally panicked and raised his voice.

"I don't know what you think you saw this morning, but I can assure you that nothing happened." He scanned the crowd as he hissed loudly, his eyes finding the one who had found them and narrowing on her. "And everything that did happen was purely by Zico's hand. I don't have much of a say around here." He tried to reason, looking around and seeing faces that were still unhappy, but quiet.

That was, until someone in the back shouted the dreaded insult again. "Yeah, right. You ing !"

Like lionesses all hunting one poor zebra, they all pounced on him with their words, seeing him as the enemy once again. And this time, Hamin knew that he had to fight back harder. "You think that I wanted this?!" The pet snapped, his voice not quite a yell, but still loud. Anger flashed in his eyes and he scanned the women. "Do you think that I want to wear this girl uniform or have a degrading status? You think that I wanted to be tied to a tree and whipped just because I didn't want to be here?!" His voice grew louder until he was finally screaming, the pure rage distorting his face. "You think that I could ever /'like'/ the man who's keeping me here and using me whenever he pleases?! I'm forced to be here, I didn't choose this! I never have liked that ing prick!" At the end, his breathing was rough and his eyes shot daggers at every single silent lady in the room.

@Yu Hamin [P] Zico closely watched the hands of his watch tick by, every second feeling a little long than the one before. 'What was taking this stupid maid so long?!' He thought to himself in frustration, anxiously tapping his fingers against the old dark wood of the arm rest. If he had done it himself things would have gone much quicker for sure. 'Did she drop off the face of the earth or something? Boy was she going to hear it when she got-' Just as Zico was thinking that, she burst through the door, no knock this time. Or maybe he was truly going deaf. All that loud music. Zico's eyes quickly made their way from his watch to the maids face, finding her cheeks rosey red and slightly panting from exhaustion. 'Oh no, this didn't look good' Zico thought to himself in panic. "Speak dammit!" He shouted at her, his voice booming throughout his bedroom, causing the young lady to jump. It was another few moments before she could get anything out."H-Hamin...is in the indoor pool room with several other m-maids. But things don't...look...all that friendly" She managed to spit out in between gulps of air.

Not another word needed to be said. Zico got the idea. He'd been in the mob world long enough to know that A) that never meant good news and B) Women could be quite catty at times. And Hamin was not an exception to their cruelty. Rushing past the young woman at the door, she stumbled back and watched the man with wide eyes hurry down the hallway and in the direction of the pool. /Lucky/ for him the pool was on the opposite side of the estate. Everyone he passed turned their heads and stopped in their spots, wondering what the Boss was up to. They had never seen him run. At least not with that look on his face. About half way across the large building his fast walk had somewhere turned into a light jog. If he was sprinting it would look just a little too suspicious. His once smoothly gelled back hair was beginning to fall in his face and the colour in his cheeks was slightly more red than usual.

In about 2 minutes flat he had reached the last long stretch of hall that lead up to the pool doors. What frightened him the most is that he knew Hamin couldn't swim. Even though it wasn't his fault, it frustrated him that he was without such an important skill. "Damn cat" he snapped. But that meant if that kid ended up in the deep end of the pool, he was a goner. To tell the truth Zico didn't even want to think about that. 'Note to self, get Hamin swimming lessons' The young master told himself. He'd defiantly need a smoke after this.

@Zico [M] (It's perfect, yesss)

Hamin had been curled up in the armchair, peacefully reading the book about animal instincts and behaviours, when a maid walked into the library. He cast a short glance up at her and recognized her as the face that had walked in on him and the master. Not one for knocking, apparently. The pet would have assumed that she had meant to clean the room, but she had no supplies with her and her gaze was focused with purpose on the boy. "Ah, I was told to come retrieve you. I'm supposed to show you how to clean the pool area." She said, a forceful smile on her face. Hamin could tell that this was going to be awkward, and he really didn't want to go anywhere near the pool, but he listened anyway, not wanting to get on the maid's bad side.

He stood, tugging his dress down slightly in embarrassment as he followed her back to the pool, staring at her back the whole way. Something gnawed the pit of his stomach, but he assumed that it was just the uncomfortable silence between the two. He quickly realized that he was wrong when he looked up once they were in the pool house, seeing several scowling or glaring faces dressed in the same uniform staring at him. He turned to leave, but a couple of them blocked his path. So this what what Zico was talking about. "Can I help you?" He asked, trying to make his voice deep and manly, but failing to make it intimidating at all.

"It's okay, we just wanted to ask you a few questions. Shouldn't take a minute." One maid, a small one with blonde hair, purred at him, a seductive yet bitter smirk on her face as she stepped closer, one single painted fingernail hooking into Hamin's apron and yanking him closer to her. Closer to the pool. If it hadn't been for the scary deep water, Hamin would have been laughing at the situation. Girls ganging up on him? It was ridiculous. Only when he felt a sharp tug on his waist and watched the apron being thrown into the pool did he realize that these ladies were serious.

"So tell us," A tall, lanky woman piped up, "What the hell were you doing on Master Zico's bed?" Her anger was evident in her voice, and Hamin could only get in a sigh before another woman interrupted.

"You like him, huh? Want his money? Or maybe You actually 'like' him." The short, fat one snickered, looking at the other girls for approval before continuing, "Sorry, he's not a like you. You're pathetic and scraggly, why would he ever want someone like you?"

@Yu Hamin [P] ((Ohhhh that sounds good! *u* Maybe when he comes home he noticed Hamin is no where to be found so he starts to search for him until a pssing maid lets Zico know that several maids have ganged up on Hamin in the pool room))

As suspected, the meeting went smoothly. For the most part the client wanted nothing more to than to chat and discuss a few minor details. He was discussing expanding his business and taking on a few extra slaves for the time being. Nothing severely entertaining really. And throughout the entire time, Zico couldn't shake that nagging worry he had regarding Hamin. He hoped everything was going smoothly for him back at the estate. But he knew that kid could hold his own if need be.

The Master arrived back at the estate in good time. It was early afternoon and he was beginning to feel a little peckish considering he gave half his breakfast away. Which reminded him, he wondered what his pet was up to at the moment. For now though, he needed to grab a bite to eat. "I want lunch delivered to my bedroom in 5 minutes" he turned to a maid close by as he walked in and demanded that of her. The simple words 'Please' and 'Thank you' just weren't in the mans vocabulary. But the young lady had no other choice but to nod and hurry off to the kitchen to tell the chef.

Zico made his way towards his chambers, removing his suit jacket and hanging it up in his closet before going over to the little mini fridge he had and pouring himself a glass of wine. It was never to early or too late for a drink. As he plunked himself in his favourite armchair with his drink he realized he had no way of contacting the smaller if he needed him. It sort of defeated the purpose of being his personal pet if he could never reach him when needed. Aside from the little bell in his room. But aside from night time, the younger was never in his room. That was a problem. Next time they saw each other he'd make sure to get the boy a simple cellphone.

A few minutes deep into thought, the same young maid from before walked in with a tray of food and a glass of water. "Here you are sir" she said softly, never meeting his eyes as he watched her place the tray down on the small table beside him. "Go look for my pet. Hamin. And bring him to me" His voice boomed. Before she had even set the tray down the next demand was out. She nodded obediently and hurried out of the room once again. The young master undid the top button of shirt and rolled up his sleeves as he grew comfortable in his chair, sipping on his wine in peace.

@Zico [M] (Sure, let's get some drama up in here. I was thinking that if I got bad enough, Hamin could say something along the lines of "I'm forced to be here, I don't even like Zico!" and maybe Zico could overhear and be mad at Hamin? Maybe punish him a little? eue)

By the time Hamin made it back to Zico's room, the master was evidently gone. Picking up the dirty towel, Hamin glanced around wondering what to do next. Well, obviously the towel needed to be cleaned. So he walked out of the room, shutting the door, and went exploring, trying to find the laundry room. He passed several guest rooms and saw a couple of studies, but he figured that the laundry room would be nearer to where the servants were, so he went back down the stairs, finally finding the right room and dumping the towel in a basket full of other towels.

After that, he went to tidy up his own room, looking through his own drawers and cabinets. And after all of that, the pet finally considered himself to have free time, so he went to explore the rest of the mansion, politely acknowledging anyone who looked at him, but not lingering to chat. When he saw the blue water in the pool, he quickly backed out, not wanting to be in there alone in case he fell in. He'd surely drown if that were to happen. He finally stopped his adventure when he found what appeared to be a little library, a smile coming onto his face as he randomly picked up a book, sitting down in the chair and having the privileged to read for the first time in several years.

(Sure thing!)

@Yu Hamin [P] ((Should we plan any bullying or just leave it? eue))

Probably similar to what Hamin was feeling this morning, even though they had both bathed last night, he still felt a little grungy. His hair was a mess on top of that that only hot water could fix at this point. There was no gell that could tame those cow . As well as need some time to himself. Part of the reasons why he loved baths and showers so much.

Zico spent a good few minutes in there, making sure to wash himself throughly before climbing out and getting dressed after drying off. Since he was off to a meeting and not just lounging around the mansion today, he made sure to wear one of his finest suits. He truly believed that first impressions were the key to everything. And he expected the same from his clients. By the time Zico was out of the bathroom, Hamin was gone. His bed was made, not entirely perfect but good enough, and he could tell the boy had straightened out a few things here and there. His room was once again decent...for the most part.

Thankfully the meeting wasn't far from the mansion today. Usually they were actually held at the estate but for some odd reason, the client wanted to meet elsewhere. It was quarter to 10am so if he left now, he'd be there 5 minutes early. Just on time. After grabbing his keys and cellphone, he hurried out of his bedroom and out front of the mansion to wear his chauffeur was waiting for him. If everything went as planned, he'd be back home in 2 hours.

((I'll just skip to when he gets home after you reply ^^))