Harmless Chapter 01
Title: Harmless
Category: Super Junior
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lord!Heechul, Attendant!Hankyung, and Slave!Henry
Pairings: Heery
Summary: A bored Heechul goes out to buy a pet and ended up with a slave. Then there's the poor overworked Hankyung.
(I made one of my drabbles a bit longer. :D)
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He was bored.
Kim Heechul frowned at the musicians and dancers in front of him. It was the same old, same old every single day. Nothing much changes and nothing exciting happens. He needed something new to entertain him. Something that would keep him amused for a long time. With a heavy sigh, Heechul rolled on his back on the silk cushioned chair and looked up at the high dark marbled ceiling.
“Boring!” Heechul suddenly exclaimed, startling everyone in the hall but the musicians and dancers did not falter, already used to their lord’s eccentricity.
“My lord,” Heechul’s attendant from the side started and secretly rolled his eyes at Heechul’s lazy form. “What should the musicians and dancers do to entertain you?”
“Make them learn something new,” Heechul said with a huff. “I did not employ them and pay a ridiculous amount of money to see and hear the same thing everyday.”
“Then what should they learn my Lord?” The attendant asked.
“I don’t know,” Heechul groaned and rolled over to look at his attendant, a man taller and broader then his own slender frame. “Make them surprise me and it better be good.”
“As you wish my Lord,” The attendant said with a slight bow and quirked an eyebrow when he saw Heechul rise.
“Get the carriage ready,” Heechul grinned at the attendant before heading to the opened hallway nearby.
“And where is it that you wished to go my Lord?” The attendant asked as he followed and signaled the musicians and dancers to stop.
“To the marketplace, Hankyung, where else?”
“And why?” Hankyung sighed heavily, “Do my Lord wants to go to the marketplace?”
“We’re getting another you,” Heechul nodded with a grin.
“Another me?”
“Yes, another you. I already said it, don’t make me repeat myself.”
“But what do my lord mean?”
Hankyung quickly stopped before he bumped into Heechul who halted suddenly and twirled around to face Hankyung.
“I’m,” Heechul pointed to himself smugly. “Getting a pet, preferably a pet that can entertain me for a long, long time. Like you did before you got boring.”
With that said, Heechul turned around again and walked with purpose. Hankyung’s shoulders slumped and let out a heavy sigh once again before quickly following. Getting another pet meant many things. Many things meant many headaches. Many headaches meant many visits to the healer. His life is so hard.
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“Hmm,” Heechul looked around the marketplace and walked around like he owned the city in one of the new silk robes he recently imported from another country. Subtle silver embroidery was laced at the edge and hem, sewn delicately by hand on the silk. It was one of his less eye-catching outfits but it’d do for a marketplace like this, just like his matching silk boots.
“Do any of the animals catch my Lord’s eyes?” Hankyung asked as they walked through the main part that sold animals of all kinds.
“Nah,” Heechul answered as he kept looking.
“Is there any particular types you’re looking for my Lord?”
“Don’t know.”
Hankyung soundlessly sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. He hoped his lord would get on with it and just pick a pet. They had already walked through the animal market three times and there was no hint of Heechul being interested in any animals the market offered.
Heechul scoffed softly. Without looking, he knew his attendant was rolling his eyes at him. Ignoring his attendant, he looked more closely to see what kind of pet that would do nicely to ease his boredom. However, the most interesting and exotic looking ones took too much work to raised.
“Ah!” Hankyung suddenly called out when he noticed his lord was walking towards the part where selling animals and slaves merged. “My lord, that’s the slave market!”
“Yes, and?” Heechul nonchalantly asked as he walked further in.
“They’re slaves, not pets!” Hankyung quickly walked up to Heechul with a worried expression.
“And?”
“They could be after your life!” Hankyung tried to convince his lord. “Remember the last time you got one? And haven’t my lord heard of the other nobles in other cities that brought slaves and they turned out to be assassins?”
“They just don’t know how to pick,” Heechul said and walk with determined steps into the slave market. “And the last one was a gift from one of the nobles who wanted me dead. The ones I picked all turned out to be fine, like you.”
“…I wasn’t a slave,” Hankyung dryly said. “I was employed normally if my lord would care to remember.”
“Same thing,” Heechul waved his hand at Hankyung, as he looked at all the miserable slaves bounded in chains and cages. “You were a starving child and I picked you up. Then I raised you like a pet.”
“My Lord,” Hankyung sighed. “I was starving, yes, but I was not a child. I was a teenager when we met and I was looking for a job. My Lord forcibly picked me up and gave me a job.”
“It’s the same,” Heechul insisted and stopped in front of a cage. Inside the cage was a young looking boy with white skin and unkempt black hair that reached to his back. The boy only had on dirty white pants that were kept up by a thin rope. Fresh and days old bruises and lashes were all over the boy.
“Hmm,” Heechul smirked and pointed. He stared unblinkingly at the boy who got unnerved and scooted back, scared. “I want him! Now get me the boy.”
“Oh!” The dealer rubbed his hands together with a big smile. “A good choice! He was shipped from another country and he’s educated in many languages. Sadly, just not our language but he knows the basic. We made sure to beat it into him, so he can follow simple orders and the likes.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Hankyung asked and just wished his lord would just get a regular pet like a dog or cat or something. Even a panther would be better.
Heechul scoffed and said, “Of course. Who do you think I am? I am Lord Kim Heechul.”
“But he’s a slave,” Heechul’s attendant frowned. “A foreign slave at that. He could be a spy, an assassin, or something that wants to harm you.”
Heechul raised an eyebrow before he said, “You’re foreign too! Now, look at him! He’s harmless. Do you think this face can hurt anyone?” Than as if to make a point, he startled the scared slave by poking his chubby cheeks, then roughly gripped the boy’s jaw to hold up his face. The boy let out a surprised and terrified squeak before he scrambled to the back of his cage as far as possible.
“Well he could be acting it,” Hankyung suggested but he had a feeling his Lord was right. He had a reputation for being right all the time.
“Trust me,” Heechul said as he rolled his eyes. “If anything, knowing if someone was acting is my expertise. That boy is as harmless as one can get. Even a group of children pickpockets poses more harm than this slave can.”
“Well…if you say so my Lord,” The attendant unsurely said, miffed about the whole thing.
“Of course I say so,” Heechul smirked and motioned him with his hand. “Now get me the slave.”
“Yes, yes.” Hankyung said with a sigh and hurried to the dealer to purchase the foreign slave. The dealer tried to overcharge the boy as much as he could but Hankyung only had to stared down at him before the dealer quickly changed his mind. After paying the dealer the amount Hankyung wanted, a leash was handed to him before he quickly headed to his impatient Lord.
“Here my Lord,” Hankyung said as he gave the leash over to his Lord’s awaiting hand.
“Hmmm,” Heechul absentmindedly hummed as he looks over the malnourished boy with chubby cheeks and small eyes. “What’s your name boy?”
“H-Henry, sir…” Henry said nervously in an accented voice while looking at the floor.
Heechul lifted the boy’s chin up with his hand and smirked. “Henry, is it? Well, I am Kim Heechul, the Lord of this city and you are mine.”
Hankyung rolled his eyes once again and he didn’t know how many times a day he had to repeat the action. “My lord, now that you’re done introducing yourself and being all high and mighty, might I remind you that the slave does not understand everything you said and that one of the nobles are visiting today in about two hours. If my lord wishes to be prepared by the time the nobles arrive, we must leave soon.”
“Cheh,” Heechul gave Hankyung a dirty look before guiding Henry by his shoulders and walked away from his attendant.
“My Lord!” Hankyung quickly caught up. “Where are you going? That’s not to the carriage.”
“I’m getting my new pet some clothes,” Heechul stated as if he was speaking to someone of lower intelligence.
“But my Lord, we have plenty back at the palace, more then enough.”
“You want my new pet to go back like this?” Heechul sneered and hurried to one of the nearby stall that sold decent clothing. “It’s autumn right now, stupid. What would everyone say about me? That Kim Heechul was too stingy to even get the new slave a shirt?”
Hankyung inhaled sharply and wanted to pull out his hair. His Lord could have just asked him to lend the new slave his robe and save the time and money.
“What are you still doing here?” Heechul paused from picking out clothing that would match his new pet. “Go get the carriage! I’m not walking all the way back.”
“Of course my Lord,” Hankyung said as he bowed and his smile was strained.
“Oh!” Heechul suddenly exclaimed, causing Hankyung to stop and look back.
“Yes my Lord?”
“Go get some food,” Heechul said as he looked through the clothing. “Nothing too heavy. Make sure it’s easy on the stomach.”
“As you wish my Lord,” Hankyung bowed again and hurried to bid his lord’s desire.
“Hmm,” Heechul hummed. He held up some against the confused boy before quickly picked out the ones he liked the best. “Is there any place to change?”
“Yes my Lord,” The shopkeeper quickly nodded and gestured to the corner with a curtain. “It’s over there my Lord.”
“Here,” Heechul simply said, remembering the dealer’s words and made a note to find a good language teacher. Heechul picked out a simple cotton top and bottom and pushed it into the arms of Henry before pointing to the curtain. “Change.”
Henry looked at Heechul timidly before walking to where Heechul pointed and figured he was to change into the new clothing. Once Henry finished changing and walked out, Heechul nodded and motioned with his hand for Henry to go to him. When Henry was in front of him, Heechul pointed to the shoes placed on the floor, which Henry slipped in easily. Then suddenly, Henry was enveloped with warmth and the next thing he knew, Heechul was tying the fastener together.
“Good, good,” Heechul praised himself. The clothing and cloak was simple but it would have to do in a short period of time. Then Heechul looked at the metal collar on Henry’s neck and frowned. “We’re going have to removed the collar when we get back and get you a better one. This is just tasteless.”
“My Lord,” A voice from behind Heechul greeted. Heechul turned to look at Hankyung holding a cloth wrapped package. “The carriage is ready.”
“Just in time,” Heechul said with a nod and walked to the awaiting attendant with his hand out to help Heechul up. Once Heechul sat comfortably and saw Hankyung helping the boy up, he pulled the boy next to him, startling Henry.
When Hankyung sat down, he handed the package to Heechul, and watched his lord delicately opened the package to reveal the kind of food he asked for.
It was steamed buns, not exactly wheat he was looking for but it was good enough. Taking one out, he made sure it was at an edible temperature before pushing the bun right in front of Henry. Startled, Henry jerked back at the sudden warm touch on his lips and looked at Heechul.
“Eat,” Heechul ordered and shoved the bun in front of Henry’s face again. He watched the boy take a tentative small bite into the bun before quickly taking bigger bites. Heechul smiled and handed Henry a new one. “Don’t rush or you’re going to choke, there’s more for you.”
One by one until the carriage reach to Heechul’s palace, the Lord of the city who was rumored to be the most self-centered person in the entire country fed Henry. Hankyung just laughed inside, they obviously weren’t Heechul’s favorite people.
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Hope you enjoy~ :D
Category: Super Junior
Genre: AU
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Lord!Heechul, Attendant!Hankyung, and Slave!Henry
Pairings: Heery
Summary: A bored Heechul goes out to buy a pet and ended up with a slave. Then there's the poor overworked Hankyung.
(I made one of my drabbles a bit longer. :D)
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He was bored.
Kim Heechul frowned at the musicians and dancers in front of him. It was the same old, same old every single day. Nothing much changes and nothing exciting happens. He needed something new to entertain him. Something that would keep him amused for a long time. With a heavy sigh, Heechul rolled on his back on the silk cushioned chair and looked up at the high dark marbled ceiling.
“Boring!” Heechul suddenly exclaimed, startling everyone in the hall but the musicians and dancers did not falter, already used to their lord’s eccentricity.
“My lord,” Heechul’s attendant from the side started and secretly rolled his eyes at Heechul’s lazy form. “What should the musicians and dancers do to entertain you?”
“Make them learn something new,” Heechul said with a huff. “I did not employ them and pay a ridiculous amount of money to see and hear the same thing everyday.”
“Then what should they learn my Lord?” The attendant asked.
“I don’t know,” Heechul groaned and rolled over to look at his attendant, a man taller and broader then his own slender frame. “Make them surprise me and it better be good.”
“As you wish my Lord,” The attendant said with a slight bow and quirked an eyebrow when he saw Heechul rise.
“Get the carriage ready,” Heechul grinned at the attendant before heading to the opened hallway nearby.
“And where is it that you wished to go my Lord?” The attendant asked as he followed and signaled the musicians and dancers to stop.
“To the marketplace, Hankyung, where else?”
“And why?” Hankyung sighed heavily, “Do my Lord wants to go to the marketplace?”
“We’re getting another you,” Heechul nodded with a grin.
“Another me?”
“Yes, another you. I already said it, don’t make me repeat myself.”
“But what do my lord mean?”
Hankyung quickly stopped before he bumped into Heechul who halted suddenly and twirled around to face Hankyung.
“I’m,” Heechul pointed to himself smugly. “Getting a pet, preferably a pet that can entertain me for a long, long time. Like you did before you got boring.”
With that said, Heechul turned around again and walked with purpose. Hankyung’s shoulders slumped and let out a heavy sigh once again before quickly following. Getting another pet meant many things. Many things meant many headaches. Many headaches meant many visits to the healer. His life is so hard.
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“Hmm,” Heechul looked around the marketplace and walked around like he owned the city in one of the new silk robes he recently imported from another country. Subtle silver embroidery was laced at the edge and hem, sewn delicately by hand on the silk. It was one of his less eye-catching outfits but it’d do for a marketplace like this, just like his matching silk boots.
“Do any of the animals catch my Lord’s eyes?” Hankyung asked as they walked through the main part that sold animals of all kinds.
“Nah,” Heechul answered as he kept looking.
“Is there any particular types you’re looking for my Lord?”
“Don’t know.”
Hankyung soundlessly sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. He hoped his lord would get on with it and just pick a pet. They had already walked through the animal market three times and there was no hint of Heechul being interested in any animals the market offered.
Heechul scoffed softly. Without looking, he knew his attendant was rolling his eyes at him. Ignoring his attendant, he looked more closely to see what kind of pet that would do nicely to ease his boredom. However, the most interesting and exotic looking ones took too much work to raised.
“Ah!” Hankyung suddenly called out when he noticed his lord was walking towards the part where selling animals and slaves merged. “My lord, that’s the slave market!”
“Yes, and?” Heechul nonchalantly asked as he walked further in.
“They’re slaves, not pets!” Hankyung quickly walked up to Heechul with a worried expression.
“And?”
“They could be after your life!” Hankyung tried to convince his lord. “Remember the last time you got one? And haven’t my lord heard of the other nobles in other cities that brought slaves and they turned out to be assassins?”
“They just don’t know how to pick,” Heechul said and walk with determined steps into the slave market. “And the last one was a gift from one of the nobles who wanted me dead. The ones I picked all turned out to be fine, like you.”
“…I wasn’t a slave,” Hankyung dryly said. “I was employed normally if my lord would care to remember.”
“Same thing,” Heechul waved his hand at Hankyung, as he looked at all the miserable slaves bounded in chains and cages. “You were a starving child and I picked you up. Then I raised you like a pet.”
“My Lord,” Hankyung sighed. “I was starving, yes, but I was not a child. I was a teenager when we met and I was looking for a job. My Lord forcibly picked me up and gave me a job.”
“It’s the same,” Heechul insisted and stopped in front of a cage. Inside the cage was a young looking boy with white skin and unkempt black hair that reached to his back. The boy only had on dirty white pants that were kept up by a thin rope. Fresh and days old bruises and lashes were all over the boy.
“Hmm,” Heechul smirked and pointed. He stared unblinkingly at the boy who got unnerved and scooted back, scared. “I want him! Now get me the boy.”
“Oh!” The dealer rubbed his hands together with a big smile. “A good choice! He was shipped from another country and he’s educated in many languages. Sadly, just not our language but he knows the basic. We made sure to beat it into him, so he can follow simple orders and the likes.”
“Are you sure that’s wise?” Hankyung asked and just wished his lord would just get a regular pet like a dog or cat or something. Even a panther would be better.
Heechul scoffed and said, “Of course. Who do you think I am? I am Lord Kim Heechul.”
“But he’s a slave,” Heechul’s attendant frowned. “A foreign slave at that. He could be a spy, an assassin, or something that wants to harm you.”
Heechul raised an eyebrow before he said, “You’re foreign too! Now, look at him! He’s harmless. Do you think this face can hurt anyone?” Than as if to make a point, he startled the scared slave by poking his chubby cheeks, then roughly gripped the boy’s jaw to hold up his face. The boy let out a surprised and terrified squeak before he scrambled to the back of his cage as far as possible.
“Well he could be acting it,” Hankyung suggested but he had a feeling his Lord was right. He had a reputation for being right all the time.
“Trust me,” Heechul said as he rolled his eyes. “If anything, knowing if someone was acting is my expertise. That boy is as harmless as one can get. Even a group of children pickpockets poses more harm than this slave can.”
“Well…if you say so my Lord,” The attendant unsurely said, miffed about the whole thing.
“Of course I say so,” Heechul smirked and motioned him with his hand. “Now get me the slave.”
“Yes, yes.” Hankyung said with a sigh and hurried to the dealer to purchase the foreign slave. The dealer tried to overcharge the boy as much as he could but Hankyung only had to stared down at him before the dealer quickly changed his mind. After paying the dealer the amount Hankyung wanted, a leash was handed to him before he quickly headed to his impatient Lord.
“Here my Lord,” Hankyung said as he gave the leash over to his Lord’s awaiting hand.
“Hmmm,” Heechul absentmindedly hummed as he looks over the malnourished boy with chubby cheeks and small eyes. “What’s your name boy?”
“H-Henry, sir…” Henry said nervously in an accented voice while looking at the floor.
Heechul lifted the boy’s chin up with his hand and smirked. “Henry, is it? Well, I am Kim Heechul, the Lord of this city and you are mine.”
Hankyung rolled his eyes once again and he didn’t know how many times a day he had to repeat the action. “My lord, now that you’re done introducing yourself and being all high and mighty, might I remind you that the slave does not understand everything you said and that one of the nobles are visiting today in about two hours. If my lord wishes to be prepared by the time the nobles arrive, we must leave soon.”
“Cheh,” Heechul gave Hankyung a dirty look before guiding Henry by his shoulders and walked away from his attendant.
“My Lord!” Hankyung quickly caught up. “Where are you going? That’s not to the carriage.”
“I’m getting my new pet some clothes,” Heechul stated as if he was speaking to someone of lower intelligence.
“But my Lord, we have plenty back at the palace, more then enough.”
“You want my new pet to go back like this?” Heechul sneered and hurried to one of the nearby stall that sold decent clothing. “It’s autumn right now, stupid. What would everyone say about me? That Kim Heechul was too stingy to even get the new slave a shirt?”
Hankyung inhaled sharply and wanted to pull out his hair. His Lord could have just asked him to lend the new slave his robe and save the time and money.
“What are you still doing here?” Heechul paused from picking out clothing that would match his new pet. “Go get the carriage! I’m not walking all the way back.”
“Of course my Lord,” Hankyung said as he bowed and his smile was strained.
“Oh!” Heechul suddenly exclaimed, causing Hankyung to stop and look back.
“Yes my Lord?”
“Go get some food,” Heechul said as he looked through the clothing. “Nothing too heavy. Make sure it’s easy on the stomach.”
“As you wish my Lord,” Hankyung bowed again and hurried to bid his lord’s desire.
“Hmm,” Heechul hummed. He held up some against the confused boy before quickly picked out the ones he liked the best. “Is there any place to change?”
“Yes my Lord,” The shopkeeper quickly nodded and gestured to the corner with a curtain. “It’s over there my Lord.”
“Here,” Heechul simply said, remembering the dealer’s words and made a note to find a good language teacher. Heechul picked out a simple cotton top and bottom and pushed it into the arms of Henry before pointing to the curtain. “Change.”
Henry looked at Heechul timidly before walking to where Heechul pointed and figured he was to change into the new clothing. Once Henry finished changing and walked out, Heechul nodded and motioned with his hand for Henry to go to him. When Henry was in front of him, Heechul pointed to the shoes placed on the floor, which Henry slipped in easily. Then suddenly, Henry was enveloped with warmth and the next thing he knew, Heechul was tying the fastener together.
“Good, good,” Heechul praised himself. The clothing and cloak was simple but it would have to do in a short period of time. Then Heechul looked at the metal collar on Henry’s neck and frowned. “We’re going have to removed the collar when we get back and get you a better one. This is just tasteless.”
“My Lord,” A voice from behind Heechul greeted. Heechul turned to look at Hankyung holding a cloth wrapped package. “The carriage is ready.”
“Just in time,” Heechul said with a nod and walked to the awaiting attendant with his hand out to help Heechul up. Once Heechul sat comfortably and saw Hankyung helping the boy up, he pulled the boy next to him, startling Henry.
When Hankyung sat down, he handed the package to Heechul, and watched his lord delicately opened the package to reveal the kind of food he asked for.
It was steamed buns, not exactly wheat he was looking for but it was good enough. Taking one out, he made sure it was at an edible temperature before pushing the bun right in front of Henry. Startled, Henry jerked back at the sudden warm touch on his lips and looked at Heechul.
“Eat,” Heechul ordered and shoved the bun in front of Henry’s face again. He watched the boy take a tentative small bite into the bun before quickly taking bigger bites. Heechul smiled and handed Henry a new one. “Don’t rush or you’re going to choke, there’s more for you.”
One by one until the carriage reach to Heechul’s palace, the Lord of the city who was rumored to be the most self-centered person in the entire country fed Henry. Hankyung just laughed inside, they obviously weren’t Heechul’s favorite people.
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Hope you enjoy~ :D