♝ Dohyeong's Quarters

@♝ Kim Dohyeong Misha was a little at a loss on what to do and the mere presence of his cousin was starting to irritate him. He didn't like being seen by him in such a vulnerable state. Correction, he didn't like being seen by anybody in this state. Everything hurt. The events of last night still had him scared, but his pride was more important. Unknowingly, Dongwook had brought him to the best person possible. Anyone else and Mishka would be screaming his head off demanding for his daddy by now. The emotions he felt from gazing at Dohyeong's ugly mug (no offence lewl) topped all of that. He didn't respond to the other, instead his expression souring. He kept silent until the cake came in, the whole time still hugging the cousin he hated oh so much. Misha felt a strong urge to demand the other to get out, but he didn't feel like that'd actually work. "Go get me my turtles.", he commanded instead, his voice strong and confident despite the whimpery little sniffles that broke up his words.

@♝ Lil' Missy Dohyeong had fallen asleep with Misha in his arms. The sudden, sharp pain made him wake with a scream. It hurt like hell, and it was not a great way to wake up; it startled him. He was used to sleeping alone, and it took him a second to realize what had happened. Misha had bitten him, but he was also clinging to him, so it couldn't be all bad. "Good morning, princess." he softly greeted the glaring boy, rubbing the throbbing bite on his neck. "Hungry?"
He'd remembered Misha's last request before the boy had passed out, so he'd made arrangements to fulfill it whenever his cousin woke up, ordering the kitchen to bake the half-Russian's favorite cake . Reaching over, the teen picked up a phone beside his bed and dialed the extension for room service. "Yes, this is Dohyeong. Bring it now." he hung up.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and after Dohyeong yelled for them to come in, someone entered with a tray containing a tea set and a platter of cake.

@♝ Dohyeong Mishka slept like the dead and when he woke up he felt just as dead. He had had a great dream, mumbling something about cake in Russian and had even drooled a little. The contrast between his delicious dream and the reality he woke up to was striking. Everything hurt and he was hugging someone. Someone with a very familiar and annoying face. Mishka's surprise over his cousin's sudden appearance didn't last long. The event of the previous day were coming back to him, stinging his eyes with more tears. But Mishka wouldn't allow it. He didn't want to think about any of that. Alas, another wave of emotions was about to crash down on him and just the thought of running out of the room hurt too much for him to attempt it. So instead, Mishka spread his pretty lips and sank his teeth into his brother's shoulder. Hard. He was still hugging him needfully, but that didn't stop his sharp fangs from sinking into the tender flesh, bruising the skin. He didn't let go. If he did he would start crying again and he refused to do that. This was the best he could come up with to cope. He wanted cake. Mishka glared fiercely at his cousin, his piercing stare rendered a little less threatening by the tears clouding his vision.

@♝ Lil' Missy It was the first time the little prince had been able to hold his princess like this, but it wasn't exactly the happy moment he'd pictured. If anything, it was heart-rending, and for the first time in his life, Dohyeong found himself pitying his fellow spoiled brat. Misha was normally mean as to him, but Dohyeong probably /did/ deserve it, even if Missy didn't know that. The boy couldn't help it though. He was utterly obsessed with his cousin. He'd thirsted for him for years, and every little encounter only made his feelings stronger.
"I'm sorry, baby." he whispered helplessly. "He'll get what he deserves." He didn't really know how to make the half-Russian boy feel better. All he could do was hold him close and let him cry it out in his arms. The normally fierce and feisty princess felt so weak and fragile in his hold, and it made his heart clench in his chest. "Just rest." he cooed, watching as silver-haired beauty lost consciousness. Taking that as his cue, the sixteen year old gently untangled himself from his cousin and set to work stripping off his clothes, using one of his knives to aid him because , dresses were a pain in the to get off, especially when the body was like dead weight.
He'd never bathed anyone in life, but there was first time for everything, and it had to be done, so he carefully scrubbed every inch of the small, ravished body from the neck down. Carefully rolling Misha onto his stomach, he inspected the torn hole and the gashes on his back, not really sure what could be done about them. Perhaps he should call a doctor or something. Not knowing what else to do, he went though his clothes, trying to find something suitable to dress the younger in. Finally, he decided on a silk, sky blue robe with a pink cherry blossom pattern on it. He liked that robe. It was comfortable, and Misha would probably bleed on in, but hey, his princess needed something to wear, and he could always buy another one. Gently manhandling the small Russian, he managed to get the robe onto his body before pulling him to sleep on his chest, making sure Misha's back was facing upwards since most of his injuries seemed to be to that side of his body.

@♝ Dohyeong Indeed, he was a precious princess raised with plenty of love and lenience and no one had ever raised a hand against him. Yet today, not just had someone raised a hand, he'd been beaten bloody, humiliated and scared half to death. Misha let the cousin he usually threw stuff at draw him into a tight embrace. He was still clinging to him, now with both hands as he cried his eyes out in an uncharacteristically quiet fashion. Misha was the theatrical type. Loud. Dramatic. Yet now, he was not even wailing. He just held on to the other and cried and cried. He hated it here. He wanted to go home, back to his daddy where noone would mistake him for a slave. He was scared and afraid and he didn't like it here any longer. After a good minute or two the wailing began. He was crying like a baby. His cousin's words made him feel a little better. "H-he wouldn't l-listen", he sniffled, his eyes red from crying probably the third time that night. Crying was exhausting. He was extremely stressed and everything hurt so... so... much... "I want some cake", were the last wirds he whimpered before he passed out.

@♝ Lil' Missy Misha's broken little voice was heart breaking, and it made Dohyeong want to coddle him but also fight whoever had done this. He wanted to ask who it was, but something told him now was not the time. He bit his lip, listening as the feminine boy became a sobbing mess in his bed. He knew he needed to strip him, assess his injuries, and get him cleaned up, but Misha's bawling made him freeze, and for the moment, all he could do was listen and try to piece together the information he was hearing and try to make sense of it. Someone must've mistaken him for a slave and forced themselves on him. the thought of it made him want to stab someone. Misha could be a , but Dohyeong didn't like this pitiful side of him that he was saying. Sure, he'd wanted to the boy numerous times, but if it made him like this, he wasn't so sure he wanted to anymore. Slowly wrapping his arms around the slightly younger boy, the spoiled brat cradled him against his body. "You're no slave. You're a princess, and I'm going to chop that er's balls off." he cooed as soothingly as he could.

@♝ Dohyeong He didn't make a peep as he lay motionless on his cousin's bed. It wasn't even sure if he'd registered where he'd been brought. A small, gentle hand broke his freeze. "I want to go home", came a tiny, tiny voice. It was barely audible. Misha's lips quivered, fresh tears brimming in his eyes. He was crying again, softly. His bruised and cut arms coddling a large satin pillow to his chest. He didn't react to the other's request. "I told h-him..." Mishka's voice shook. "H-he... I-I... I s-said I wasn't a s-slave" his words were interrupted by sobs. He wasn't making any eye contact, just staring blankly. Suddenly, his breathing increased rapidly. He was almost hyperventilating as his mind replayed the recent events, his eyes widening in fear. Without noticing, he had reached out to his cousin, grabbing onto him tightly.

@♚ Lee Dongwook Dohyeong was lounging on his turquoise daybed by the door of his room. He was sipping tea from a blue china cup, the rest of the tea set laid out on the elegant coffee table before him. The boy was dressed in a Victorian era inspired suit, his his natural wavy, silver-blond hair had been styled to perfection, framing his small, pretty face in a stylish manner. The teenager jumped slightly when someone so rudely barged into his room. He hadn't ordered any slaves, and he definitely wasn't expecting any guests. Under any other circumstances, he would've yelled at the stranger for bursting into his room uninvited, but the man looked just as shocked as he was, and upon closer inspection, he noticed the little bundle in the male's arms, and oh god, it was his beautiful, precious cousin, his Mishka! Dohyeong quickly leaped to his feet, his heart pounding against his rib cage at the horrific sight. Something terrible had obviously happened to the young boy, and the man's explanation only confirmed it.
Before he could even think of an appropriate response, the guy was gone, leaving him with defiled and visibly upset Mishka in his bed. It would've been a dream come true if it weren't for the whole part, but hey, maybe it wouldn't all be bad. His cousin had been left in his care, so the boy quickly sprung into action, running into his bathroom and returning with a washcloth and a bowl of warm water, placing them on the nightstand.
"Mishka?" he started gently, placing a hand on the injured boy's head and lightly petting him. "Can I take your dress off? It's all dirty... and I need to wash you..."

@♝ Dohyeong Mishka was still curled up in his arms, his wavy silver hair messily covering his tear-stained face. His dress had bloodstains on it and a mixed trail of white and red was trickling down his legs. His wrists were bruised, as was his cheek and almost all of the back side of his body. He was still shaking, eyes wide open as if he was afraid to close them. Silent tears spilled down his cheeks. Dongwook had decided to ditch the kid at his cousin's place. That was definitely a good idea, they were family after all. Dohyeong would know what to do. Opening the door extremely gracefully with his leg he quietly came into the other's room, quickly locking eye contact with basically just as young boy. Jesus. There were too many of these in the castle. ...At least this one didn't dress like a princess. Dongwook decided to set Mishka down onto the bed and let him spoon his cousin's many pillows. Then, he turned to Dohyeong and spoke in a quiet voice: "He was and whipped, quite badly. He's a bit sensitive right now, please take care of him and clean him up okay?" He didn't bother waiting for an answer. "Great." With that, Dongwook almost ran out of the room. It was time to get smashed. He'd deal with this mess in the morning. Who the was that idiot who did this to his precious, precious, extremely important Mishka?!