- room 001

@park hyungseok Luhan couldnt help but sit up to such and answer. The other male wouldnt /mind/ being called Umma? He shook his head. There was no way in this life or the next that he would call anyone Umma. After all, his really Umma was a piece of useless , and she did a good job of giving birth to the same thing. Like two peas in a pod.

The younger's eye twitched slightly as the male pulled up his shirt again. He was getting annoyed and it was happening quickly. Why did this male just /insist/ on acting like his mother? Just to piss him off, he shrugged the fabric off his shoulders again, exposing that tattoo that he held so near. He looked the male right in the eye and tried to hold back the smirk he so badly wanted to paint across his lips.

"I am skinny because I dont eat. Never have time. Its never really worth it. I see no point. After all, the petite ones get more action. I dont want to get in the bed. You touched it."

@luhan [slave trainee] Umma? do I look like I would choose to give birth to a piece of like you?

"I wouldn't mind." he said, smiling and chuckling softly as he began to change the sheets, pulling off the old ones which seemed to be clean and putting the new ones on. Meh... he could probably reuse those old ones on another room. Who really checks these things right?

He rolled his eyes away from the boy. He turned around to see where he was and he found him in the couch. /The couch/ ok? What if you dirty that huh?! Who do you think is going to have to clean after your goddamn useless behind?! GOD

'Okay, let's calm down.' he thought to himself, breathing deeply again and turning to the younger boy once he had finished changing the sheet. He walked towards the boy and lifted his shirt again, to make it a little more decent.

"Aigoo... look at you. You're so skinny." he said, ruffling his pink hair. "You can sleep in the bed now. It's clean." he said, pointing to the bed that looked exactly the same no matter how you saw it. 'You better not mess it up if you do.' he warned in his head, still wearing that peaceful expression.

@park hyungseok Oh. My. God.

That mothering smile urked him to no end. Luban just wanted to find some reason to take that smile clean off his face. That would make him happy. Quite happy indeed. He locked up these violent thoughts or his little 'demons' up in his head as he looked down. Sheet changing, eh? So, this was the 'help'. He would teach him how to change a sheet nice and well by flipping the mothering-- 'LuLu, calm down.'

The boy nodded slowly and was about to get up when he felt that cold hand pulling up his shirt. He instantly froze. That wasn't an act in which to hurt him or cause him pleasure. But an act of kindness. He shivered slightly at the thought of anyone being kind to him as he quickly hopped off the bed and found himself sprawled out on the plush red couch.

"I know its cold. If I /wanted/ you to care for me, I would call you, Umma."

A shiver trailed down his spine as he tried to brush the caring touch off his shoulder. He just couldn't help it, the feeling was still there. Made him sick to his stomach. He groaned softly before shaking his head. Hoping that wouldn't happen again.

@luhan [slave trainee] [lol i love you too for letting me do this xD]

Hyungseok looked at the boy and a tinge of annoyance slipped in as he went back to the headboard, his smile still maintaining it's soft and gleeful image.

, I'm being nice to you, appreciate it dammit.

He straightened his posture and smiled at the boy, quirking his head to the side while his hands formed fists that went up and down nonchalantly. "I just need to change the sheets, you can stay if you want." he said, smiling and pointing to the sheets.

His eyes traveled to the younger boy's collarbone, eyeing the tattoo with a quirk of his eyebrow. , first obstacle. I mean, don't kids like him trust easily in the first place? Dammit all to hell.

"Pull up your shirt, it's cold and you might get sick." he warned, speaking with care as he went towards him and pulled up his shirt to cover up the obnoxious tattoo.

@park hyungseok Luhan was just at the peek of his dream. Just when it was getting good when he felt a small shake, messing up everything he was dreaming about and throwing it out of proportion. ing . He made no movement though, being as stubborn as he was. He felt sweet touchings on his hair and this urked him. Like, what the ?

Just as always. Never failing Luhan just sat up. He never made a noise waking up, he never even moved. Just woke up. The recently sleeping boy rubbed his eyes, sighing softly wishing he could fade back into his dream. Wishing he could lock himself up tight in his own head and make his own world. That would be perfect. Brown eyes slowly scanning the room before colliding with the face of a bulter.

Was He smiling? At him?

The pink haired boy scrunched up his nose as he moved away, back against the headboard, leaning against the wall. What did he do to make someone so ing smiley? He pulled his knees up to his chest as he wrapped his arms around them, causing his loose, old, worn out grey shirt to fall down his left shoulder slightly exposing his collar bone tattoo.

'Trust no one, live with no regrets.'

"What do you want?"

(( You are /so/ lucky I love you and am letting you do this. Orz. ))

@luhan [slave trainee] "Shut the up..."

Bwoh?!

Can I kill him? Can I? Oh pretty please let me put him in his mothering place.

No. Nope, can't do that. That'd be too nice.

Hyungseok let out an exasperated breath once again as he pushed himself off of the cart and went towards the sleeping male. He crouched down next to the bed and took a look at his features. Pfft, he looks like a girl.

The butler reached out and nudged his arm, shaking him lightly with a scowl on his face, thinking about what to say when he wakes up. He wants to teach him a lesson but not really by letting him free. It has to be something else...

...

A huge devilish grin ran across his face as he thought up of a good plan that 'may work but cost me time'. Make the pink haired bundle of annoying comfortable to be around him, then take him and him until he won't be able to walk, write his name in knife blades on his back and then send him off to whatever dog pound he came from. Perfect? Not quite. It could backfire but... he was willing to take the chance.

"Wake up." he urged the younger, a bit sweeter as he caressed his hair, smiling softly in case he opens his eyes.

@park hyungseok Luhan loved his dreams.

It was the small, tiny detail of his life that he could control. After all, slaves didn't have much say so in anything did they? His dream was quite peaceful, the slight irony to this whole situation. Sitting in a field of flowers while someone with no identity at all ravaged his neck with soft sensual love bites. He groaned softly as he bit his bottom lip. Of course, his dream was ual big ing whoop. was the only thing that gave him feeling. Not love feelings. He had no need for that mushy . The boy just did it for the , nothing else.

As the unknown figure in his dream, pinned him down and slowly began to strip his clothes he heard a voice, in the back of his mind. It couldn't have been the figure in his dream, because his mouth was busy on his soft, sensitive s. He groaned in annoyance as he clutched the pillow and rolled away from the voice, to the opposite side of the bed.

"Shut the up..."

The sleeping male mumbled under his breath, not wanting his dream to end. After all, he hardly got sleep anyone unless he faked a shower and slept on the floor. He slowly faded back into his dream ad the figure went to work on his length, pumping with its hand before taking his into his mouth. Releasing a small mewl he bit his bottom lip wishing this was all so so true.

@luhan [slave trainee] Hyungseok speed walked his way down the hall, swearing under his breath as he felt the undeniable need to just rip apart the walls and kick someone down a mothering hill. Hopefully one of those goddamn spoiled mothering masters! Ugh! They just pissed him the off.

Not only does Hyungseok hate to be bossed around (which is silly cause he's a butler), but he also HATES to be touched inappropriately when he doesn't allow it. If you want someone to then buy a ing slave !

He went into a room and picked out new sheets and covers to change the beds in the rooms, all the while pissed off as a vein was throbbing in his temple, stomping his foot repeatedly as he walked and stood, letting out exasperated sighs here and there as he hauled the sheets down the halls on one of the carts. Why weren't the maids doing this? God!

The young butler rolled his eyes as he thought about, entering the first room and not noticing the small pink haired teen on the bed, his mind focused on his task as he entered the bathroom and rummaged through it, changing toilet papers and used soaps and organizing lotions and whatnot. What is this? A hotel? Not even hotels are so ing detailed.

He rolled his eyes at his own thoughts again as he pushed the sheet cart over to the bed, finally noticing the boy on the bed, and sighing with exasperation again, holding his temple as he looked at the boy who obviously did not belong there.

"What are you doing?" he asked, his fist resting on his hip as he leaned over to the sheet cart, tapping his fingers against the clean and white covers while he waited for an answer or even a ing reaction.

@park hyungseok Luhan hummed softly to himself as he walked down the corridor. Brown eyes skimming over the room numbers as they slowly decreased. What room was he looking for? He didn't exactly know, nor did he care. The urge to just lay around and do nothing overwhelmed him. Sighing softly through his nose he stopped at a door marked with a silver number two. Petite fingers wrapped around the gold doorknob as he swung the door open, ignoring the small slam the wood made as it smacked against the opposing wall.

Closing the door with his foot his brown orbs scanned the room, curiosity flashing in the blank orbs for a moment, not taking notice to the cracked door. This room was nice. To bad he couldn't live in it. He had a small habit of going anywhere he pleased. After escaping his parents, not a lot of people could keep him on lock and key. There was no way the boy would dare let them.

Slipping off his flip flops by the door, he stood in front of the mirror. He stared at himself for a moment before fixing his tousled, pink locks. Why did he dye it pink? So the girls would stop asking him which way he went. It was /so/ much easier to be gay with pink hair instead of blonde or black, less people asked.

He went back to humming a tune to twinkle twinkle litter star as he walked over to the bed, flopping on it and releasing a small, umf noise. He pulled one of the pillows close to his face, hums slowly breaking off as his relaxation got over him.

The boy made one small mistake.

On the verge of sleep, without physically locking the door.

Poor Luhan.