Love Unexpected Chapter 3
--IMSORRYGUYSIHAVEANEWLIVEJOURNALANDIWONTBEUPDATINGTHISONEANYMORE-
With each passing day Sungmin grew more confused, his new owner took care of him, fed him, dressed his wounds even fussed over him and he had even allowed him to remain in the brunette’s own bed. He didn’t understand, he was a slave. not by choice of course but that was the lot in life he had been given, so his owner shouldn't treat him like that.
Carefully he squinted at his owner and frowned slightly. Of all the people who had owned him the past 8 years no one had been as beautiful as young brunette. He had demanded that Sungmin called him by his first name, Kyuhyun, which was even more confusing. Normally he'd either call his owner Master or nothing at all since most of them didn't want him to speak.
Kyuhyun had also taken his collar away and told him he would get him a new one as the former was cutting onto the skin on Sungmin’s neck, the slave wanted to protest but learned the hard way that doing so will always result to bad things with his masters. It was against the law for a slave not to wear a collar with the tag attached to it.
The rules of keeping slaves were much the same as the ones concerning dogs. They had to wear a collar with its owner's name and the slave's ID-number on it. An owner had to pay a license and be registered as its owner. There were differences though, you weren't allowed to beat a dog, or mistreat it but there were no such laws when it came to slaves.
Sungmin found himself closing his eyes and away from the man, he was scared of Kyuhyun, not yet in the way he was scared of his former masters but a different kind of scared, Kyuhyun made him feel uncertain. here didn't seem to be any rules, at least none that he could make out which meant that he had no way of knowing when he did something wrong. His new owner was dangerous simply because he acted all wrong. He was being kind, the dark haired slave sighed to himself, He was cold and thirsty but he would have to wait until Kyuhyun noticed that and took pity on him. Shivering he tried to go back to sleep.
-ISHOULDALSOSTOPBEINGLAZYANDWRITEALLTHEDRAFTSINTHEBOOKOTL-
Kyuhyun muttered to himself as he put down the phone. His uncle was such a pigheaded old fart it made his blood boil. If his parents and sister just hadn't died. Exhausted the brunette turned around and set his gaze on his slave. He would never admit it to anyone but he actually liked taking care of Sungmin. It felt pretty good to have someone to care about again. he huffed at himself and the line of thinking he was following. Great.
He walked a little closer and frowned when he saw how the brunette was trembling. Carefully he studied the slave's face and the frown deepened. Sungmin was trembling badly and his lips were turning blue.
“Damn it, You're freezing," he stated flatly and grabbed a blanket from a chair near the bed. "Why didn't you say something?" Brown eyes opened slightly but avoided meeting his. "Min? Is there anything else you're not telling me?" The slave swallowed and squirmed slightly. "Min!" His voice made the slave flinch. It was like that every time. As soon as his voice grew a little hard, cold or angry Sungmin would act like he was about to receive a punch. The brunette rubbed his temples and tried again. "Min, if there's something you need or want you have to let me know." Sungmin opened his mouth and closed it a few times.
"Water?" he asked with pleading. Kyuhyun nodded, poured a glass and gently placed it in Sungmin's hands. He watched as the water was gulped down and then took the glass back.
"More?" the other shook his head. For a while he just looked at the slave. "Why didn't you call for me?" Kyuhyun suddenly asked. Sungmin glanced at him with confusion. "When that man was… hurting you… why didn't you call for me? I wouldn't have let him hurt you." He just had to ask because he couldn't understand why Sungmin hadn't asked for help, it bothered him too much.
"You… you…" the dark haired young man stuttered with hesitation. "You gave him permission." Kyuhyun stared in disbelief. When the hell had he given that doctor permission to rape Sungmin? He pondered for a while until he remembered what he had said. 'I don't care what you do with him as long as you examine him!' The brunette growled at his own words. How could he have been so damn stupid? Of course that twisted bastard had taken it as an invitation and the slave thought he didn't care. Angry with himself Kyuhyun forced Sungmin to meet his eyes.
"Listen! If anyone ever so much as lays a hand on you again you tell me! I don't care if you have to scream my name from the top of your lungs! No one and I mean NO ONE is allowed to touch you unless I clearly state otherwise, is that understood?" FairBrown eyes stared at him with fear but the slave nodded. Kyuhyun calmed himself down, he was scaring Sungmin again.
"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you Sungmin. You've probably heard that many times before but I really mean it. I'm not sure what your former owners have been forcing you to do but it's not what you'll be doing for me." Sungmin was still staring at him but now his eyes shone with confusion.
The brunette didn't want him in his bed? He wasn't going to rape him, hit him or let others use him? Sungmin sighed to himself. Who was this strange man? A part of him was even slightly disappointed at the man’s statement. Not about the part that he was safe from being raped and abused of course but the one that he wasn't going to be allowed to stay in his owner's bed. He was still scared of Kyuhyun but he wanted to sleep in those arms that so gently carried him to the bathroom and held him up while he showered.
Being a slave meant that he had no security, no rights and no one who took care of him, but he wanted and needed that so badly. It was something he couldn't ask for though. As soon as he was well enough Kyuhyun would put him back where he belonged, somewhere beneath a pet and slightly above a cockroach. No matter how kind that man could seem to be Sungmin was still a slave and as such he could never move up to be someone who was loved and cared for.
Life wasn't fair, if it had been then Sungmin’s father would never have sold him, stripped him of everything that made him worthy of being called a human. His first owner had taught him what was allowed and what wasn't, how he was suppose to act and obey every order given to him. Luckily enough for him he had been a very thin and gangly boy so no one had been interested in his body, but that luck last.
When he hit puberty his body had changed. Hard work built up his muscles, his face lost its childlike features and then he was doomed. By then he had been sold twice and his third owner had been the first one to take him, use him, abuse him, rape him. Sungmin shuddered from the memories of the pain. He had screamed, cried, begged and pleaded but no one had listened to him.
After having received beatings every single time he expressed his pain he had learnt to keep as quiet as possible no matter how much he hurt and suffered. So he cried in silence while unknown or known men tore him apart from the inside out, hit him, cut him and burnt him. Usually the wounds were shallow since scars made him worth less money but he did have a few marks on his body to bare witness to how cruel life had treated him.
The only thing that said anything about him being the cheerful 11 year old who had been sold by his father was his black hair and fair eyes. But those eyes didn't shine with playfulness and laughter anymore; that had been replaced with fear, sadness and submission.
--DONOTKILLMEOKAYILOVESUNGMIN-
It took almost a month for sungmin to recover and then Kyuhyun allowed him to get up. He still didn't ask the slave to do anything and he continued to keep him in bed most of the time. It was a Saturday when Sungmin was given his first order to do something that was work.
Obediently the slave sat by a large desk and arranged files in alphabetical order. Sungmin was confused, this was not something he normally did but he wasn't about to complain. He finished quickly and then returned to the brunette's bedroom where he sunk down on his knees to await his next order. His stomach grumbled since he hadn't eaten all day but he remained kneeling without moving a muscle. Kyuhyun walked into the bedroom almost an hour later.
"You done?" he lowered his head.
"Yes, Master Kyuhyun," he answered respectfully and flinched when his stomach again reminded him about his hunger. So far the man hadn't punished him but now he was surely going to get beaten.
"Why haven't you eaten?" Sungmin licked his lips and darted his eyes back and forth. "Listen, if you're hungry then eat." he didn't know what to say, he wasn't supposed to eat unless given food. "Min, do you use the bathroom when you need to?" He winced in fear because he had taken for granted that he was allowed to do that.
"Yes Master." He was so going to get it now.
"Kyuhyun! My name is Kyuhyun not Master! And I am thankful that you at least go to the toilet when you need to," his owner sighed. "Now, please go to the kitchen and eat something."
Obediently Sungmin rose and backed out of the room heading for the small kitchen. Shaking he picked up an apple and started eating. When his owner joined him he immediately sunk down on his knees.
"Would you stop doing that!" Kyuhyun snapped with irritation.Sungmin hugged the half eaten apple in his hand and cowered. "Min, please stand up." He got up but kept his head lowered. The brunette walked up to him, standing so close that the slave could hear him breathe. "Look at me." Sungmin reluctantly raised his head. He wasn't supposed to look at his owner. "Min, please look at me." It was said softly and when he tried to lower his eyes again a warm hand cupped his chin.
--KYUHYUNSOUNDSLIKEABIGMANOTL-
Kyuhyun gently touched the slave’s chin. He was so warm and soft but he was trembling. Why was Sungmin so afraid of him? he sighed but he couldn't convince himself to remove his hand. He wanted to touch Sungmin, feel that warm body. Annoyed about his lust he finally managed to convince himself to let his hand fall. He knew he was scrwewed but he wasn’t going to scare Sungmin than he already was.
"I've put some clothes on the bed, put them on we have to go and do some shopping. My clothes don't fit you." Sungmin lowered his face again.
"Yes Master." The brunette winced. He hated being called that, it sounded like he was some sort of God or something. The only God he wasnted to be was a video game he liked playing when he was younger, and knew not a care in the cruel reality.
"Well, go on then." The slave left the room quickly still hugging his apple.
Kyuhyun scowled at himself and sat down on a chair. He was attracted to Sungmin and that was something he would have to fight against. The problem wasn't that Sungmin was a man, genders had never meant anything to him, but Min was a slave and judging from what Zhou Mi had said he was used to being forced to do just about anything. Kyuhyun felt no shame for lusting after him but he knew that if he allowed it to be seen what he wanted Sungmin would most likely submit to it.
He didn't want that, he didn't want to be satisfied because that was what the slightly shorter man was supposed to do. No, if anything was going to happen between them it would be because they both wanted it. The brunette cursed to himself. That would never happen because his slave was scared half to death of him.
--yeahsolastupdateunlessmypcbreaksdownagainandgoshitonme-
Sungmin quickly put on the clothes his owner had put out for him while he chewed his lip. When Kyuhyun had touched him in the kitchen he had been looking straight in those eyes. There had been desire, hunger in them so why hadn't the man taken him? He just didn't understand. That was what he was there for, wasn't it? Sure, Kyuhyun had said that he wouldn't be doing those things but those promises never lasted very long.
He was a bed-slave and he had been one for 5 years so he was well aware of what he was suppose to do. Shut up and put up, was pretty much his job but his owner hadn't given an order for him to strip. What does he want from me? Sungmin asked himself. Why doesn't he just… take me like all the others? Confused and tired he sank down on his knees to wait for his master’s orders.
TBC
a/n: posting this chapter for those people who /cough. Wants it.
Title: Love Unexpected 3
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.
With each passing day Sungmin grew more confused, his new owner took care of him, fed him, dressed his wounds even fussed over him and he had even allowed him to remain in the brunette’s own bed. He didn’t understand, he was a slave. not by choice of course but that was the lot in life he had been given, so his owner shouldn't treat him like that.
Carefully he squinted at his owner and frowned slightly. Of all the people who had owned him the past 8 years no one had been as beautiful as young brunette. He had demanded that Sungmin called him by his first name, Kyuhyun, which was even more confusing. Normally he'd either call his owner Master or nothing at all since most of them didn't want him to speak.
Kyuhyun had also taken his collar away and told him he would get him a new one as the former was cutting onto the skin on Sungmin’s neck, the slave wanted to protest but learned the hard way that doing so will always result to bad things with his masters. It was against the law for a slave not to wear a collar with the tag attached to it.
The rules of keeping slaves were much the same as the ones concerning dogs. They had to wear a collar with its owner's name and the slave's ID-number on it. An owner had to pay a license and be registered as its owner. There were differences though, you weren't allowed to beat a dog, or mistreat it but there were no such laws when it came to slaves.
Sungmin found himself closing his eyes and away from the man, he was scared of Kyuhyun, not yet in the way he was scared of his former masters but a different kind of scared, Kyuhyun made him feel uncertain. here didn't seem to be any rules, at least none that he could make out which meant that he had no way of knowing when he did something wrong. His new owner was dangerous simply because he acted all wrong. He was being kind, the dark haired slave sighed to himself, He was cold and thirsty but he would have to wait until Kyuhyun noticed that and took pity on him. Shivering he tried to go back to sleep.
-ISHOULDALSOSTOPBEINGLAZYANDWRITEALLTHEDRAFTSINTHEBOOKOTL-
Kyuhyun muttered to himself as he put down the phone. His uncle was such a pigheaded old fart it made his blood boil. If his parents and sister just hadn't died. Exhausted the brunette turned around and set his gaze on his slave. He would never admit it to anyone but he actually liked taking care of Sungmin. It felt pretty good to have someone to care about again. he huffed at himself and the line of thinking he was following. Great.
He walked a little closer and frowned when he saw how the brunette was trembling. Carefully he studied the slave's face and the frown deepened. Sungmin was trembling badly and his lips were turning blue.
“Damn it, You're freezing," he stated flatly and grabbed a blanket from a chair near the bed. "Why didn't you say something?" Brown eyes opened slightly but avoided meeting his. "Min? Is there anything else you're not telling me?" The slave swallowed and squirmed slightly. "Min!" His voice made the slave flinch. It was like that every time. As soon as his voice grew a little hard, cold or angry Sungmin would act like he was about to receive a punch. The brunette rubbed his temples and tried again. "Min, if there's something you need or want you have to let me know." Sungmin opened his mouth and closed it a few times.
"Water?" he asked with pleading. Kyuhyun nodded, poured a glass and gently placed it in Sungmin's hands. He watched as the water was gulped down and then took the glass back.
"More?" the other shook his head. For a while he just looked at the slave. "Why didn't you call for me?" Kyuhyun suddenly asked. Sungmin glanced at him with confusion. "When that man was… hurting you… why didn't you call for me? I wouldn't have let him hurt you." He just had to ask because he couldn't understand why Sungmin hadn't asked for help, it bothered him too much.
"You… you…" the dark haired young man stuttered with hesitation. "You gave him permission." Kyuhyun stared in disbelief. When the hell had he given that doctor permission to rape Sungmin? He pondered for a while until he remembered what he had said. 'I don't care what you do with him as long as you examine him!' The brunette growled at his own words. How could he have been so damn stupid? Of course that twisted bastard had taken it as an invitation and the slave thought he didn't care. Angry with himself Kyuhyun forced Sungmin to meet his eyes.
"Listen! If anyone ever so much as lays a hand on you again you tell me! I don't care if you have to scream my name from the top of your lungs! No one and I mean NO ONE is allowed to touch you unless I clearly state otherwise, is that understood?" FairBrown eyes stared at him with fear but the slave nodded. Kyuhyun calmed himself down, he was scaring Sungmin again.
"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you Sungmin. You've probably heard that many times before but I really mean it. I'm not sure what your former owners have been forcing you to do but it's not what you'll be doing for me." Sungmin was still staring at him but now his eyes shone with confusion.
The brunette didn't want him in his bed? He wasn't going to rape him, hit him or let others use him? Sungmin sighed to himself. Who was this strange man? A part of him was even slightly disappointed at the man’s statement. Not about the part that he was safe from being raped and abused of course but the one that he wasn't going to be allowed to stay in his owner's bed. He was still scared of Kyuhyun but he wanted to sleep in those arms that so gently carried him to the bathroom and held him up while he showered.
Being a slave meant that he had no security, no rights and no one who took care of him, but he wanted and needed that so badly. It was something he couldn't ask for though. As soon as he was well enough Kyuhyun would put him back where he belonged, somewhere beneath a pet and slightly above a cockroach. No matter how kind that man could seem to be Sungmin was still a slave and as such he could never move up to be someone who was loved and cared for.
Life wasn't fair, if it had been then Sungmin’s father would never have sold him, stripped him of everything that made him worthy of being called a human. His first owner had taught him what was allowed and what wasn't, how he was suppose to act and obey every order given to him. Luckily enough for him he had been a very thin and gangly boy so no one had been interested in his body, but that luck last.
When he hit puberty his body had changed. Hard work built up his muscles, his face lost its childlike features and then he was doomed. By then he had been sold twice and his third owner had been the first one to take him, use him, abuse him, rape him. Sungmin shuddered from the memories of the pain. He had screamed, cried, begged and pleaded but no one had listened to him.
After having received beatings every single time he expressed his pain he had learnt to keep as quiet as possible no matter how much he hurt and suffered. So he cried in silence while unknown or known men tore him apart from the inside out, hit him, cut him and burnt him. Usually the wounds were shallow since scars made him worth less money but he did have a few marks on his body to bare witness to how cruel life had treated him.
The only thing that said anything about him being the cheerful 11 year old who had been sold by his father was his black hair and fair eyes. But those eyes didn't shine with playfulness and laughter anymore; that had been replaced with fear, sadness and submission.
--DONOTKILLMEOKAYILOVESUNGMIN-
It took almost a month for sungmin to recover and then Kyuhyun allowed him to get up. He still didn't ask the slave to do anything and he continued to keep him in bed most of the time. It was a Saturday when Sungmin was given his first order to do something that was work.
Obediently the slave sat by a large desk and arranged files in alphabetical order. Sungmin was confused, this was not something he normally did but he wasn't about to complain. He finished quickly and then returned to the brunette's bedroom where he sunk down on his knees to await his next order. His stomach grumbled since he hadn't eaten all day but he remained kneeling without moving a muscle. Kyuhyun walked into the bedroom almost an hour later.
"You done?" he lowered his head.
"Yes, Master Kyuhyun," he answered respectfully and flinched when his stomach again reminded him about his hunger. So far the man hadn't punished him but now he was surely going to get beaten.
"Why haven't you eaten?" Sungmin licked his lips and darted his eyes back and forth. "Listen, if you're hungry then eat." he didn't know what to say, he wasn't supposed to eat unless given food. "Min, do you use the bathroom when you need to?" He winced in fear because he had taken for granted that he was allowed to do that.
"Yes Master." He was so going to get it now.
"Kyuhyun! My name is Kyuhyun not Master! And I am thankful that you at least go to the toilet when you need to," his owner sighed. "Now, please go to the kitchen and eat something."
Obediently Sungmin rose and backed out of the room heading for the small kitchen. Shaking he picked up an apple and started eating. When his owner joined him he immediately sunk down on his knees.
"Would you stop doing that!" Kyuhyun snapped with irritation.Sungmin hugged the half eaten apple in his hand and cowered. "Min, please stand up." He got up but kept his head lowered. The brunette walked up to him, standing so close that the slave could hear him breathe. "Look at me." Sungmin reluctantly raised his head. He wasn't supposed to look at his owner. "Min, please look at me." It was said softly and when he tried to lower his eyes again a warm hand cupped his chin.
--KYUHYUNSOUNDSLIKEABIGMANOTL-
Kyuhyun gently touched the slave’s chin. He was so warm and soft but he was trembling. Why was Sungmin so afraid of him? he sighed but he couldn't convince himself to remove his hand. He wanted to touch Sungmin, feel that warm body. Annoyed about his lust he finally managed to convince himself to let his hand fall. He knew he was scrwewed but he wasn’t going to scare Sungmin than he already was.
"I've put some clothes on the bed, put them on we have to go and do some shopping. My clothes don't fit you." Sungmin lowered his face again.
"Yes Master." The brunette winced. He hated being called that, it sounded like he was some sort of God or something. The only God he wasnted to be was a video game he liked playing when he was younger, and knew not a care in the cruel reality.
"Well, go on then." The slave left the room quickly still hugging his apple.
Kyuhyun scowled at himself and sat down on a chair. He was attracted to Sungmin and that was something he would have to fight against. The problem wasn't that Sungmin was a man, genders had never meant anything to him, but Min was a slave and judging from what Zhou Mi had said he was used to being forced to do just about anything. Kyuhyun felt no shame for lusting after him but he knew that if he allowed it to be seen what he wanted Sungmin would most likely submit to it.
He didn't want that, he didn't want to be satisfied because that was what the slightly shorter man was supposed to do. No, if anything was going to happen between them it would be because they both wanted it. The brunette cursed to himself. That would never happen because his slave was scared half to death of him.
--yeahsolastupdateunlessmypcbreaksdownagainandgoshitonme-
Sungmin quickly put on the clothes his owner had put out for him while he chewed his lip. When Kyuhyun had touched him in the kitchen he had been looking straight in those eyes. There had been desire, hunger in them so why hadn't the man taken him? He just didn't understand. That was what he was there for, wasn't it? Sure, Kyuhyun had said that he wouldn't be doing those things but those promises never lasted very long.
He was a bed-slave and he had been one for 5 years so he was well aware of what he was suppose to do. Shut up and put up, was pretty much his job but his owner hadn't given an order for him to strip. What does he want from me? Sungmin asked himself. Why doesn't he just… take me like all the others? Confused and tired he sank down on his knees to wait for his master’s orders.
TBC
a/n: posting this chapter for those people who /cough. Wants it.
Title: Love Unexpected 3
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.