- room 005

@gao xue zi [slave] Zelo walks into the room hoping no one is inside.... Empty.. Perfect, he's so tired he just wants to sleep anywhere, even on fire. But never mind that he flops onto the bed and buries his face into the pillow. "Hmmm.~"

Right after snapping the ankle cuffs shut, Jongin sensed a stirring coming from the other man. He dismissed the irate question with ease, treating it as if it were just a small, distasteful breeze moving by. That's all that really came from the butler, just unsavory words and expressions that should just be dismissed for harmless threats.

"Wow. Quite the contortionist we have here." His tone made him sound like he was really flabbergasted at the man's flexibility, but the dry sarcasm accented it, causing the words to fall a bit flat on the impressed scale. Jongin really could care less about the pliancy of the butler. Even if the man were able to stick his head up his and come out some other way, he still wouldn't be phased by the performance at all.

Jongin hurried himself over behind the butler, taking extreme caution when making the transition from the front of the man to the back of him. When he had made it in a graceful haste, he slammed his shoulder against the back of the other, knowing that for sure it would bring him down onto his stomach, and if the weight of Jongin wasn't enough to force him down, then the butler really must've been some secret super human.

@jongin As Hyungseok slowly came too, he realized he had been moved. He wasn't standing anymore for starters and he felt a sort of pressure in his extremities. As he came back to reality and could figure things out, he realized his wrists and ankles were cuffed, causing him to panic slightly.

"What are you doing?!" he screeched, pissed the off at the man who forcefully restricted him. He stood on his knees, not being able to move from the ankle wrists and puffed some air out. Time to show off a little right?

The young butler closed his eyes and huffed some air in, lifting his arms from his back and twisting them, showing off his flexibility as his arms came towards his front, still cuffed and straight. He tugged at the cuffs and groaned. Hey, at least he could move a little more freely.

When he felt the butler turn into dead weight, Jongin got right to business in hauling him over to the bed. Just in case the other were to try to fight back on the journey to the bed, the man had a light hold on one of the neck's pressure points, resting just above the clavicle. When they had reached the destination, Jongin had to awkwardly roll the being onto the bed, pushing and heaving until he was sprawled out on his back.

The young man hurried himself to one of the bedside tables, where he knew some items would definitely come in handy in situations such as this one. He pulled open the drawer, and took out two sets of shiny, metal cuffs, perfect for the occasion. Carefully making sure that the clasps didn't shut on accident, he hurried back over to the person, knowing that he'd most likely regain conscience soon.

With haste, Jongin crawled onto the bed, and pushed the limp body up into a sitting position, before jerking the man's arms behind his back in a rather harsh manner. The way he was currently treating the butler would surely leave bruises, but at least they would prove to be some sort of reminder that Jongin really was more cunning than he appeared to be. With two clicks and a few tugs on the cuffs, he had securely fastened the man's wrists, and the only thing left to do before Jongin were to start was to immobilize his ankles as well, just in case he were to try and make a run for it.

@jongin As soon as the strikes to his nerves were emitted, Hyungseok's body collapsed and limped at the mercy of the younger man, blacking out as he certainly didn't expect this. Hyungseok could protect himself after all, he had been trained in kick boxing but what good are his moves if he can't even lift a finger?

My God this is so annoying. Even in his unconscious state, Hyungseok was cursing and degrading the male that controlled him in the deepest of his darkness. ing ... how dare he? If there's something Hyungseok hates it's being forced to do things and being overpowered since he /always/ wants to have the upper hand. Hyungseok was quite greedy of course.

A gelid scoff came from Jongin in response to the pleas of the butler. What a weakling. This behavior most certainly wouldn't do, and Jongin wouldn't allow it. The cries and sounds that emitted from the butler were a nuisance to the man, and they wouldn't be tolerated any longer. To silence the man, he jabbed the pressure point that circulated in the former's core in a swift motion, giving him not one, not two, but three hard jabs to the nerve, knowing that not only would it quiet him for who knows long, but would also leave his body limp and easier to take care of.

"Strike me. I dare you." a heinous smirk spread across Jongin's lips, for he knew that no matter how hard the other would try to defend himself, he would always gain the upper hand. Growing up in the life that he had had hardened him to no end, providing him with bountiful resources and information that /would/ help him get what he wanted, and if it didn't, then he'd always find more things to back it up. Jongin had grown to be a sadistic power-hungry monster that fed off of the pain and misery of others. He was far too gone now, and the only chances of what saneness he had left were slim.

@jongin Hyungseok was almost out. Almost. He could feel it. He could taste it. He saw the glorious light of heaven shine down on the small crack on the door that opened the way towards freedom and out of this awkward and annoying place he had been into. Just a little more and he could escape but his hope was soon destroyed as the man grabbed a hold of his wrist and turned him to face his face, making his blood boil.

As the man's grip tightened, Hyungseok winced and whimpered as his hand slowly turned purple, his circulation being cut off thanks to this cold man who was now trying to control the poor butler into something against his own will.

"Ouch! That hurts!" he said, holding his wrist as well over the man's hand as he tried to bring life back into his limb, trying his best to pull away with all of his might. "Let me go!" he yelled. Anymore of this and Hyungseok was seriously gonna kick his . He was going to give him a heaping roundhouse kick and throw him halfway across the room, hopefully render him unconscious and out of his hair long enough to escape from his ed radar. Just a little more. Push him a little more. I dare you.

"Don't play dumb with me." If the other man really felt great animosity towards Jongin, then he was holding his composure quite well. So this person really would be a harder egg to crack, and in all honestly, Jongin really didn't know if he had the patience, let alone the motivation to crack it. It seemed like his perception on things and people was growing skewed with every day's passing, and it actually frightened him. If this was a sign that he would actually start feeling things like a real human being again, then he really didn't know whether or not to be joyous or afraid of it. Jongin assumed the latter of the two.

After a deep breathe and a subtle eye roll, he grabbed a hold of the butler's arm, his vice grip cold and tight like the robotic attributes that were beginning to take control of his mind and body once again. "No." was all that he said as his hold tightened, bringing a dull pain to his own hand. Jongin brushed the physical feelings aside and focused on his main goal; to get what he wanted in the first place.

@jongin Hyungseok quirked an eyebrow and held every inch of his sanity on a thread as he just wanted to strangle this poor bastard and laugh in his face as he breathed for goddamn ing air. Little , he was just so annoying! Everything he did, everywhere he looked had so many annoying factors that it made him want to tie him against the building, and let him die a slow death of hypothermia.

"I don't know what you mean." he said, sighing softly and picking up his things. "I listen to direct orders not vague suggestions." he said, probably the snarkiest thing he could say to the master without having a reason to be punished.

"If you'll excuse me." he said, quickly heading back towards the door as he just wanted to escape this room before the goddamn son of a decides to pounce on him, which would just make his little thread snap as he would feel the instant need to beat the out of him with a mothering crowbar.

He'd end up just like a robin.

[batman reference ftw]

@park hyungseok A quiet sigh of distress fell from Jongin's lips as the vacuum cleaner was revved up, stalling and distorting whatever thoughts he had currently been thinking about. Loud, clamorous noises such as that of the machine were unpleasant to the man, due to the fact that they usually prevented his thoughts from processing the right way. Since there was no way he could really stop it now, though, he decided to stop his pacing and watch the butler instead. At least he'd be able to keep tabs on the other with a mindset that was in a haphazard state at the moment.

Jongin took note of the movement from the butler's lips, knowing very well that words had come from him, ones that were most likely filled with rudeness and disdain. Although he was quite curious of what had come out of the other, Jongin decided to brush it aside. Even if the words were in fact offensive, he could still get back at the other at a later time.

"I know you're not dumb, and I also know you're probably pretty annoyed and fed up with me. You probably already have a fairly good understanding of what I really want, so why don't we just get it over with so you can continue on your 'oh-so-merry' way?"

Jongin replied with a cross of the arms as his eyes began to search the bulbs of the other man for something to read off of. Reading. That was all Jongin ever did when he was around other people. Reading their faces, reading their movements, reading their words. Everything was reading and analyzing, and sometimes it got a bit tedious and monotonous for his own liking. He practically became a robot, serving to some being within him that told him to 'receive and decipher all that there is to know about people' and that it was for his own benefits, and like a robot, he couldn't go against the will of the higher force.

@jongin Hyungseok smiled and nodded, not answering to his stupid comment as he connected the vacuum cleaner to the wall and began to noisily clean the carpet, the loud noise fading out anything the master might have said, causing his to chuckle from amusement.

"Little . I said I'd be back don't get your man thong in a bunch..." he said in a low whisper that the vacuum carried out, sighing again as he made sure to get every inch of the carpet and riding it of any hazard.

Once Hyungseok finished vacuuming, he disconnected it from the wall and made sure it was ready to take back before he turned to the master, feet together as his hand rested on his abdomen, his other on the side of his body.

"Anything else?" he asked, wearing a fake smile and that hoped this man had no plans to ruin his day with a stupid request, just like all the selfish bastards in this house.

@park hyungseok As he waited for the butler's return, Jongin paced back and forth in a silent matter, for he was far too caught up in his mind with analyzing all the information he had gained from observing the other man. There was no time for humming, or even soft singing. He needed to think things through with a great, thorough effort. When he heard the door open, Jongin stopped on his heels to stared the butler straight in the eye, his own gaze glazed by an emotionless void. He reminded himself to keep everything inside locked, so nothing personal would open up and ooze through the mental barriers.

The sides of his lips curled up into a warm grin, much perfected by hours and hours of practice. To play the part of someone who actually /felt/ things at a deep, emotional level, he needed to look it, and that meant working day and night on his expressions, way of speech, even his posture. It all had to be in top shape, or else things would fall into shambles and ruin his plans. Although he felt his mouth weakening, Jongin still kept his muscles strong, no matter how much they wanted to tremor and shake from the fakeness. When he felt that it was long enough, just a mere 10 seconds, it ended in a small, thin line.

"I'm glad to see that you've made it back."

He nodded at his words, spoken softly, but not too soft. The butler would be sure to expect something if his mood suddenly switched from blunt and rude to nice and civil, so he made sure that nothing was out of line. After the words had been said, Jongin began to pace again, paying close attention to how he was walking. Not too up-tight, but yet not too relax either. Just a nice, neutral stride.

@jongin Hyungseok scoffed silently and turned the doorknob, going out of the room and 'accidentally' slamming the door, speed walking over to the maintenance closet down the hall and washing the dish clean of the glass, scrubbing it so hard that it could have broken from the force.

He threw the dish in the sink and let out a husky and annoyed yell. "ing !" he said under his breath, calming his temper as he expressed his feelings, taking the dish once again and throwing it at the other side of the wall, scattering the pieces of it around the floor.

Hyungseok puffed some air out into his bangs and calmed his demeanor down, putting on his cool and collected expression, a fake smile on his face as he took the vacuum cleaner and hauled back down the hall and standing before the door that stood between him and his current irritation. He fixed his hair and butler uniform, making sure he looked spiffy in case the man was a clean nut case (which he doubted it from the way he broke all those wine glasses). The young butler opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him as he put the vacuum cleaner on the floor, standing eye to eye with the master and holding his desperate need to throw something at him.

Along with a shake of the head, Jongin laughed rather dryly at the male, a tad amused at his defiance. Thinking such a thing would make him hypocritical, but people these days were a bit rude. Maybe they were finally coming to their senses, and realizing that a life such as the one they were living at the house really wasn't a pleasant one. The mansion life wasn't all that it seemed, and it hardened the minds of those who finally realized it.

Obviously the butler had seen the darker Sid of things, or at least he had enough sense to stand up for himself, Jongin had to give him props for that. But with that being said, he had to find some way to turn his tactics up a notch around someone like the other. He had to stand his ground, and push the empathetic as well was whatever sympathy he had left, way back in a small safe box in his mind.

"I'll be waiting for your return. You'd /better/ keep to your words."

Jongin's finishing line was frigid, along with the ice that was starting to freeze over his heart once again. If the butler chose not to come back, then there'd be hell to pay.

@jongin Hyungseok reserved himself the snarky comments and his scoffs as he tried his best to not roll his eyes. , if he wanted to leave, he'd leave. He wasn't going to follow the requests of an ungrateful little brat.

"Well. I politely refused your request. It wasn't an order. And also, I'm not your regular butler." he said, smiling 'innocently' as he used the plate to push the man slightly away, moving to his right as he headed for the door again.

"I'll be right back." he reminded, speed walking towards the door, reaching for the doorknob and rolling his eyes when he was away from the other's look, letting out a silent exasperated breath.

@park hyungseok Jongin crossed his arms, and although he felt a tint of annoyance, he didn't show it. It was too early to crack and let his disdain show through. He told himself to keep his cool, so that was what he planned on doing.

"I never recalled giving you permission to leave, nor do I ever recall a butler going against the wishes of a person such as me."

Jongin cocked his head, sensing great annoyance surging from the other person. Although they had done a pretty well job of masking it, he could sense that their's was much greater than his own. Good. It would give Jongin more of a reason to punish the butler if he were to act out against him.

@jongin Hyungseok did not notice the walking man since he just wanted to get out and away from this crazy man. Of course, everyone in the house was crazy, it wasn't just this man but still, he was crazy.

He went towards the trash can in the room and threw away the glass shards in the plate, taking it with him to wash before he brought it back. He thought the male would stay seated as he went and brought the vacuum but he was wrong and didn't even notice at all.

The butler turned back around to go out the door when he came face to face with the man, a scowl on his face as he couldn't believe 'his royal highness' had made it out of his chair. He just wanted to clap for the achievement and say a sarcastic comment but he chose to reserve it and earned himself the punishment (even if it looked like he was going to get punished anyhow).

@park hyungseok "Excuse me?"

Jongin raised his eyebrow as small spurts of sudden annoyance began to run through his veins. /He/ was a man of the house. /He/ had the ability to call on and control most whomever he pleased, and /he/ usually got what he wanted in some way or another.

The man uncrossed his legs and pushed himself out of the chair, ignoring the fact that there was a high probability of small shards still intertwined within the carpet, all of which would be able to prick his feet and allow infection to seep through. The glass was his least concern at the moment, the butler taking the role as the most. Jongin ambled over to the other man, his strides and posture aligned properly, and his face stoic and blank, giving nothing to read from his body language or expression.

@jongin "No thank you."

That was all Hyungseok said, getting straight to the point. He had no plans on staying more than he should. All he wanted was to get the vacuum and get the carpet clean so he can leave.

"If that's all you need then I'll excuse myself." He said, bowing again and turning around, heading towards the door before he even has a chance to speak.

@park hyungseok Jongin's eyes followed the butler everywhere he went. There really wasn't anything else to look at, so he felt that watching the man would bring the most entertainment to Jongin, since that /was/ the main reason why he had called the butler in the first place. Pure entertainment. Thoughts and ideas churned inside of his mind, all different schemes of what he was going to do with the man.

"Say, why dont you take a seat? I assume you've had a busy day, and would surely love a break."

He eyed the chair beside the one he was sitting in, indicating that that was where the other man was to sit. Jongin was silent, and waiting for the other to do something, say something, anything. He had to get this show going, and without the help of the butler, it would most certainly kick off to a fairly dismal sart.

@jongin Hyungseok picked up on his annoying as tone but just shrugged it off as e breathed in deeply and transformed into that oh so perfect butler that he was. He stood with a straight back and hisfeet together, bowing a full ninety degrees as he calmed himself down. It's a nice day, let's not ruin it nae?

"Of course, right away." He said, moving towards the glass shards while picking up a plate in one of the tables of the room. He kneeled on the floor and picked up the glass one by one from the carpet, making a mental kote to vacuum afterwards to avoid any that had seeped into the carpet.

He picked up almostall the pieces as he got closer to the shards near the man's feet. Trying to stay as far away from him as needed, he quickly picked up the pieces and sighed, standing up and bowing lightly again.

"Anything else?" He asked, a fake polite smile on his face.

@park hyungseok (haha, you're fine~)

While waiting for someone, anyone, to come, Jongin lazily drummed his fingers against the table, keeping track of the time through the monotonous drone that the digits brought. When someone had finally made it to his "aid", the taps stopped, and he gave a rather dry cough and pointed to the ground where the bits of glass lay strewn about.

"It seems that I have made... A mess. I called for a butler, and you came to my aid, so I'm hoping you'll be able to clean it up, since that's what butlers do, right?"

He watched the person's movements with an idle gaze, for he needed to pick up any sort of hints to how he could get inside of the man so he could proceed to take advantage of him. Sighing, Jongin crossed his legs and propped his elbow against the arm of the chair, setting his chin to rest in the palm of his hand.

"I'd help, but oh, I don't have shoes, so it'd be a shame for me to cut my feet, eh?" Everything that came from his mouth was obviously soaked in sarcasm, just as he intended it to be.

[dammit... my writing's gonna look so ty xD]

Walking down the halls of the house, Hyungseok found himself in a good mood. He wasn't being annoyed ad he actually had it good for once. He smiled to himself as he raised his sleeves. Maybe today would be peaceful for once.

"IF I DON'T HAVE SOMEONE IN HERE TO CLEAN UP THIS GOD DAMN MESS WITHIN A MINUTE, THE FIRST PERSON I SEE IS GOING TO HAVE THEIR MANGY THROAT SLIT AND THEIR BODY SLAUGHTERED AND LEFT TO ROT! NOW ONE OF YOU DIRTY BASTARDS BETTER GET IN HERE, OR THERE'S GOING TO BE A PRICE TO PAY!"

Goddammit...

ing masters and the ing balls they have to order him around. Of course, he knew his place. He knew he was less in a sense from the masters but... he'd like to think otherwise at times

He opened the door from where he heard the scream and bowed as he came in, only to remain mouth gaped at the mess of shattered glass on the floor. "..." He muttered under his breath before looking up at the smirking man. He quirked an eyebrow and scoffed silently at the already powerful cockiness being emitted from him. This was going to be annoying.

"May I help you sir?" He asked, but of course he knew what he wanted. He wasn't stupid, eveb if he did pretend to be.

Cold, slender fingers were wrapped around the stem of an empty wine glass, one that was trimmed in gold, and definitely high in expenses. The very glass teetered off of the granite coffee table, the only thing preventing the delicate piece from falling to the cold heard ground was the vice grip of a young man; Kim Jongin. He twisted his wrist slightly, causing the glass to rock back and forth ever so ominously from the edge of the table, making the goblet appear as if it were questioning whether or not to take the fall. Of course the glass was lifeless, the only real thing that could think for it was the very person who held it in his clutches, and the odds of the finery's survival appeared to be slim. Without any sort of hesitation, the stem was freed from the hold. With Jongin's index finger, one small, assisting push was all that it took for the goblet to fall, a sharp, shattering noise and small "plinks" of glass shards to indicate the impact. A nonchalant "Whoops." was all that had come from the man. There were already multitudes of other glass pieces tainting the floor, all from goblets broken minutes before. Jongin knew that he had probably destroyed a number that could've been stalled a long time ago, but he really didn't care. He wouldn't have to clean it up anyways, and the lucky person who did hopefully would be pissed off or distressed. Having a reaction that he was willing to see. There probably was a more efficient way of ordering someone into his room, but Jongin was, in some cases lazy, or at least he did his best to appear so. And since there wasn't going to be any faults in his plan, there wouldn't be any other way to call someone than by the strength of his own voice. Once, twice, he cleared his throat, before taking a deep breath, "IF I DON'T HAVE SOMEONE IN HERE TO CLEAN UP THIS GOD DAMN MESS WITHIN A MINUTE, THE FIRST PERSON I SEE IS GOING TO HAVE THEIR MANGY THROAT SLIT AND THEIR BODY SLAUGHTERED AND LEFT TO ROT! NOW ONE OF YOU DIRTY BASTARDS BETTER GET IN HERE, OR THERE'S GOING TO BE A PRICE TO PAY!" When his threats and demands were finished ringing through the walls, Jongin sat back in the lush chair he was seated in and waited, a vulpine smirk making its way across his face all the while.

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