Fic: Love Unexpected
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Cho Kyuhyun, Kui Xian to his Chinese relatives, was not a very kind person. He was cold, sarcastic, rude, and could be downright nasty. Not he was the type to give a damn about what the others think about him. Kyuhyun didn’t care about shit about anything, or at least, that was he made others think of him. He groaned as he moved to sit up on his bed, truthfully, it was too early for him to get up but he felt like hell, he covered his eyes and grunted, normally he could take any form of alcohol but clearly what he took last night was something else because it was his first time suffering from a hangover from hell. Shaking his head in disgust he tried to stand up but end up swaying.
“Fuck” he curses and tries to keep his balance. His room was pitch black but he knew his around even in the darkness. He was trying to make his way to his bathroom when all of a sudden he tripped over something large and unexplainable that seemed to be in his living room.
“What the hell?” the brunette made his way back to his feet and felt for the light switch that was on the wall in his right, the last time he remembered the couch was on the other side of this room, and surely his couch didn’t have a weird shape. Cursing slightly, he flipped open the switch as the room was covered in light, Lightning bolts of pain cut through his head as the sharp light blinded him. Groaning in response he squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples.
When he felt recovered enough his eyes went to the spot where he had fallen earlier, and brown eyes widened in complete shock. There sitting on his living room was a naked young man on his knees. His face was lowered but there was something vaguely familiar about that black hair.
“Who the hell are you?” he blurted out as he walked closely. He didn’t get an answer. The other man didn’t move a muscle as Kyuhyun’s narrowed eyes ran over his body. There was barely an inch of skin that was unharmed and the sight made him wince. Someone had beaten, cut and by the looks of it burnt the man with cigarettes. It wasn't until his eyes landed on the collar around the stranger's neck that Kyuhyun realized that the man was actually a slave.
“Who are you?” he tried again but still didn’t get anything from the slave. Annoyed Kyuhyun walked around him and saw a piece of paper in his lap. Sighing he went over to snatch it away.
I’ll never play Poker with you again Cho! I hope you enjoy the slave you won from me. He was my best fuck. Have fun playing with him. I’ve taken the liberty of registering him under your name
Siwon
Siwon? Who the hell was that? Kyuhyun had to think for a while before he finally remembered. He was playing cards with some men he didn’t know the previous evening. This Siwon person had to be one of them, but he had no memory of winning any slave. He groaned, he never owned any slave and he didn’t one either. The whole slave business made him want to scoff, It had been legal to own and sell slaves for about ten years and the business was huge. As crimes got worse and the prisons fuller some people had come up with the wonderful idea of bringing back slavery. Go figure.
Instead of serving time locked up they simply took away the convicts freedom by turning them into slaves. But it hadn't stopped there. Parents sold their children to make money and sometimes people just disappeared never to be seen or heard from again. Most of them ended up on the market as slaves. As an owner of one you had the right to do whatever you wanted with them as long as you didn't kill them.
Sighing, Kyuhyun frowned and stared at the slave.
“Get up!” he says loudly, the slave winced and slowly got up but didn’t dare raise his head.
“What’s your name?” No answer, Kyuhyun was starting to get annoyed, what am I supposed to do with this?! He stared closely, the slave seemed to be a bit older than him. He scanned the naked body before raising his eyebrows at a small tattoo on the shorter man’s hips. The little sign proved that the man before him is branded as a slave, most likely sold by his family or just taken from a normal life.
“Can you talk?”
The man froze and hesitated before nodding gently.
“Well I asked for your name” the man lifted his head slowly
“S-Sung…min” he says out in a soft, almost broken whisper. His voice was really cute and he had the biggest eyes Kyuhyun had ever remember seeing his entire life, scowling at his own weird thoughts, the young man pulled his eyes away from the slave.
“Go take a shower and put some clothes on!” his order made the slave flinch and those brown eyes overcome by fear, but he started to limp towards the bathroom. Muttering more curses for his now even more aching head, he decided to pick up the phone to call a doctor, slave or not, Sungmin needed medical assistance, and after having arranged a doctor to come in half an hour he decided to checked if his cousin’s medical things are still in the drawer. He seriously needed to get something for his headache.
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When Kyuhyun returned he found Sungmin sitting on the same spot on the floor, obviously he had showered but he still wasn’t wearing any clothes on, frowning Kyuhyun went over and approached him.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Sungmin immediately winced at the sound of his voice.
“I…I don’t have any clothes” the slave mumbled and cowered before his new owner, making Kyuhyun shake his head. Normally he liked it when people are afraid of him but for some reason he dislike the idea of Sungmin thinking he would hurt him. Rude and snarky as he was he wasn’t really the type to physically hurt people, unless well, they fully deserve it. Slowly he went to his room to get a pair of boxers, some jogging pants he had no idea he actually had, and a shirt.
“Here, put these on” he told the slave wishing he wouldn’t have to wince when he talked., but sungmin made no attempt to move. He sighed “You’re going to have to get up” so trembling, the dark haired man got up and started to dress.
The pants were too long and the shirt too big but at least he wasn't naked anymore, after Sungmin was dressed he sank back down on his knees. The room then became quiet until the sound of doorbell was heard. What was he supposed to do with Sungmin? He didn’t want a slave, especially one so scared and beaten, he went to the door to let the doctor in.
“So what is the problem Mr. Cho?” the doctor, who was a short chubby man with a face that resembled that of a goat, asked as he entered the house, clearly he didn’t want to be here as much as Kyuhyun didn’t want any slaves
Kyuhyun didn’t answer until they made their way to the living room, where Sungmin stayed still.
“He is” he said, gesturing to the slave sitting on the floor.
“What am I supposed to do with him? He’s a slave!” Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
"I don't care what you do with him as long as you examine him!" The doctor suddenly grunted.
“Well then boy, get undressed!” Kyuhyun frowned, he didn’t want to stay for that! Sungmin obediently started to take off his clothes.
“I’ll be in the kitchen then” he muttered and went to head out, if he had not been busy mulling over something else he would have seen the hungry look in the doctor’s eyes, but he was busy thinking how he could get rid of Sungmin.
Most slave-owners weren't very nice and Kyuhyun wasn't too keen on sending the young man to be mistreated, again. He sank down on a chair in the kitchen and poured himself some tea. So far he hadn't gotten a clue to just what type of slave Sungmin was and he had a hunch he didn't want to know either. His parents had never kept slaves and he wasn't social enough to be familiar with the business. The only one he knew who owned a slave was his cousin. Maybe he could ask him…?
Kyuhyun was just finishing his second cup of tea when he heard a strange sound from his bedroom. With a sigh, he rose to see what was going on, He walked into the bedroom and froze completely before his whole body started shaking in anger and disgust. The doctor had Sungmin pressed down on his stomach across a table. His fingers viciously digging into the soft skin of the slave's hips as he violently raped the slave.
“Get away from him you sick bastard!” Kyuhyun roared and pulled the disgusting man away from Sungmin. “You have five seconds to get out before I kill you!” the look on Kyuhyun’s eyes were just screaming murder. The doctor hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran for his life.
Trembling with anger Kyuhyun turned back to Sungmin, he didn’t move but he was shaking badly, Kyuhyun swallowed, hard. Despite being called a genius among his friends, he was actually lost on what to do now. Why didn’t Sungmin call for help? The slave was bleeding now and had a set of new bruises forming on his hips. Carefully the brunette placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder and shuddered inside when the slave flinched from the touch.
“Sungmin?” a pair of tear-filled brown orbs stared at him, Kyuhyun might be cold and callous but he wasn’t heartless and what he saw made his heart ache. “I’m sorry” he whispered as helped him to his feet. He felt so guilty and knew that he should have stayed with the Sungmin instead of just leaving him at the hands of that perverted doctor. Now what? He stared at the young man on his bed.
He still needed to get him examined but not by another man who would take the slave as someone who was up for grabs. Frowning he picked up the phone and dialled a number. This time he would demand a female doctor and he would stay to watch so that nothing more haappened to the poor man. Sungmin was still shaking and tears kept on running down his smooth, bruised cheeks.
TBC
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not the first master/slave story you have read but yeah. I’m a sucker for these type of plots.
Title: Love Unexpected
Author: reishicolleen
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin, tba
Warning: AU!, Rape (may or may not be graphic), abuse, Slavery, etc.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun wins a pet, the problem is, he doesn’t want anything to do with him.
A/N: trying on a chaptered fic, which are not always my strength, but I was bored so I tired to write it down, no need to point out I am fond of the master/slave gig. XD
Cho Kyuhyun, Kui Xian to his Chinese relatives, was not a very kind person. He was cold, sarcastic, rude, and could be downright nasty. Not he was the type to give a damn about what the others think about him. Kyuhyun didn’t care about shit about anything, or at least, that was he made others think of him. He groaned as he moved to sit up on his bed, truthfully, it was too early for him to get up but he felt like hell, he covered his eyes and grunted, normally he could take any form of alcohol but clearly what he took last night was something else because it was his first time suffering from a hangover from hell. Shaking his head in disgust he tried to stand up but end up swaying.
“Fuck” he curses and tries to keep his balance. His room was pitch black but he knew his around even in the darkness. He was trying to make his way to his bathroom when all of a sudden he tripped over something large and unexplainable that seemed to be in his living room.
“What the hell?” the brunette made his way back to his feet and felt for the light switch that was on the wall in his right, the last time he remembered the couch was on the other side of this room, and surely his couch didn’t have a weird shape. Cursing slightly, he flipped open the switch as the room was covered in light, Lightning bolts of pain cut through his head as the sharp light blinded him. Groaning in response he squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his temples.
When he felt recovered enough his eyes went to the spot where he had fallen earlier, and brown eyes widened in complete shock. There sitting on his living room was a naked young man on his knees. His face was lowered but there was something vaguely familiar about that black hair.
“Who the hell are you?” he blurted out as he walked closely. He didn’t get an answer. The other man didn’t move a muscle as Kyuhyun’s narrowed eyes ran over his body. There was barely an inch of skin that was unharmed and the sight made him wince. Someone had beaten, cut and by the looks of it burnt the man with cigarettes. It wasn't until his eyes landed on the collar around the stranger's neck that Kyuhyun realized that the man was actually a slave.
“Who are you?” he tried again but still didn’t get anything from the slave. Annoyed Kyuhyun walked around him and saw a piece of paper in his lap. Sighing he went over to snatch it away.
I’ll never play Poker with you again Cho! I hope you enjoy the slave you won from me. He was my best fuck. Have fun playing with him. I’ve taken the liberty of registering him under your name
Siwon
Siwon? Who the hell was that? Kyuhyun had to think for a while before he finally remembered. He was playing cards with some men he didn’t know the previous evening. This Siwon person had to be one of them, but he had no memory of winning any slave. He groaned, he never owned any slave and he didn’t one either. The whole slave business made him want to scoff, It had been legal to own and sell slaves for about ten years and the business was huge. As crimes got worse and the prisons fuller some people had come up with the wonderful idea of bringing back slavery. Go figure.
Instead of serving time locked up they simply took away the convicts freedom by turning them into slaves. But it hadn't stopped there. Parents sold their children to make money and sometimes people just disappeared never to be seen or heard from again. Most of them ended up on the market as slaves. As an owner of one you had the right to do whatever you wanted with them as long as you didn't kill them.
Sighing, Kyuhyun frowned and stared at the slave.
“Get up!” he says loudly, the slave winced and slowly got up but didn’t dare raise his head.
“What’s your name?” No answer, Kyuhyun was starting to get annoyed, what am I supposed to do with this?! He stared closely, the slave seemed to be a bit older than him. He scanned the naked body before raising his eyebrows at a small tattoo on the shorter man’s hips. The little sign proved that the man before him is branded as a slave, most likely sold by his family or just taken from a normal life.
“Can you talk?”
The man froze and hesitated before nodding gently.
“Well I asked for your name” the man lifted his head slowly
“S-Sung…min” he says out in a soft, almost broken whisper. His voice was really cute and he had the biggest eyes Kyuhyun had ever remember seeing his entire life, scowling at his own weird thoughts, the young man pulled his eyes away from the slave.
“Go take a shower and put some clothes on!” his order made the slave flinch and those brown eyes overcome by fear, but he started to limp towards the bathroom. Muttering more curses for his now even more aching head, he decided to pick up the phone to call a doctor, slave or not, Sungmin needed medical assistance, and after having arranged a doctor to come in half an hour he decided to checked if his cousin’s medical things are still in the drawer. He seriously needed to get something for his headache.
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When Kyuhyun returned he found Sungmin sitting on the same spot on the floor, obviously he had showered but he still wasn’t wearing any clothes on, frowning Kyuhyun went over and approached him.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Sungmin immediately winced at the sound of his voice.
“I…I don’t have any clothes” the slave mumbled and cowered before his new owner, making Kyuhyun shake his head. Normally he liked it when people are afraid of him but for some reason he dislike the idea of Sungmin thinking he would hurt him. Rude and snarky as he was he wasn’t really the type to physically hurt people, unless well, they fully deserve it. Slowly he went to his room to get a pair of boxers, some jogging pants he had no idea he actually had, and a shirt.
“Here, put these on” he told the slave wishing he wouldn’t have to wince when he talked., but sungmin made no attempt to move. He sighed “You’re going to have to get up” so trembling, the dark haired man got up and started to dress.
The pants were too long and the shirt too big but at least he wasn't naked anymore, after Sungmin was dressed he sank back down on his knees. The room then became quiet until the sound of doorbell was heard. What was he supposed to do with Sungmin? He didn’t want a slave, especially one so scared and beaten, he went to the door to let the doctor in.
“So what is the problem Mr. Cho?” the doctor, who was a short chubby man with a face that resembled that of a goat, asked as he entered the house, clearly he didn’t want to be here as much as Kyuhyun didn’t want any slaves
Kyuhyun didn’t answer until they made their way to the living room, where Sungmin stayed still.
“He is” he said, gesturing to the slave sitting on the floor.
“What am I supposed to do with him? He’s a slave!” Kyuhyun rolled his eyes.
"I don't care what you do with him as long as you examine him!" The doctor suddenly grunted.
“Well then boy, get undressed!” Kyuhyun frowned, he didn’t want to stay for that! Sungmin obediently started to take off his clothes.
“I’ll be in the kitchen then” he muttered and went to head out, if he had not been busy mulling over something else he would have seen the hungry look in the doctor’s eyes, but he was busy thinking how he could get rid of Sungmin.
Most slave-owners weren't very nice and Kyuhyun wasn't too keen on sending the young man to be mistreated, again. He sank down on a chair in the kitchen and poured himself some tea. So far he hadn't gotten a clue to just what type of slave Sungmin was and he had a hunch he didn't want to know either. His parents had never kept slaves and he wasn't social enough to be familiar with the business. The only one he knew who owned a slave was his cousin. Maybe he could ask him…?
Kyuhyun was just finishing his second cup of tea when he heard a strange sound from his bedroom. With a sigh, he rose to see what was going on, He walked into the bedroom and froze completely before his whole body started shaking in anger and disgust. The doctor had Sungmin pressed down on his stomach across a table. His fingers viciously digging into the soft skin of the slave's hips as he violently raped the slave.
“Get away from him you sick bastard!” Kyuhyun roared and pulled the disgusting man away from Sungmin. “You have five seconds to get out before I kill you!” the look on Kyuhyun’s eyes were just screaming murder. The doctor hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran for his life.
Trembling with anger Kyuhyun turned back to Sungmin, he didn’t move but he was shaking badly, Kyuhyun swallowed, hard. Despite being called a genius among his friends, he was actually lost on what to do now. Why didn’t Sungmin call for help? The slave was bleeding now and had a set of new bruises forming on his hips. Carefully the brunette placed a hand on the young man’s shoulder and shuddered inside when the slave flinched from the touch.
“Sungmin?” a pair of tear-filled brown orbs stared at him, Kyuhyun might be cold and callous but he wasn’t heartless and what he saw made his heart ache. “I’m sorry” he whispered as helped him to his feet. He felt so guilty and knew that he should have stayed with the Sungmin instead of just leaving him at the hands of that perverted doctor. Now what? He stared at the young man on his bed.
He still needed to get him examined but not by another man who would take the slave as someone who was up for grabs. Frowning he picked up the phone and dialled a number. This time he would demand a female doctor and he would stay to watch so that nothing more haappened to the poor man. Sungmin was still shaking and tears kept on running down his smooth, bruised cheeks.
TBC
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not the first master/slave story you have read but yeah. I’m a sucker for these type of plots.
Title: Love Unexpected
Author: reishicolleen
Pairing: Kyuhyun/Sungmin, tba
Warning: AU!, Rape (may or may not be graphic), abuse, Slavery, etc.
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own Super Junior
Summary: Cho Kyuhyun wins a pet, the problem is, he doesn’t want anything to do with him.
A/N: trying on a chaptered fic, which are not always my strength, but I was bored so I tired to write it down, no need to point out I am fond of the master/slave gig. XD