For a Friend +sope+

42. Intimidation

Which of course, meant Hoseok was left to his own devices to find his way back to his room.
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"What color did you want the curtains?" One of the servants asked.

"Light green," Hoseok answered with a smile.

"Yeah, no. That's a terrible idea." He answered, "It'll clash with everything! We'll get you black curtains."

"Duh, that's why he's redoing the whole room." Donghun chimed in.

The servant squinted at him, "You would suck up to him, wouldn't you, Donghun?" Donghun rolled his eyes but left it at that. The servant turned to Hoseok again. "You're getting black curtains." and walked off.

That was the fifth person today to dismiss Hoseok's requests and go on to do their own. It was frustrating! It was like everybody was simply telling Hoseok what he would be doing. That was driving him crazy but he'd never say anything about it to the room.

Hoseok sighed and climbed up the ladder he had propped next to the wall and tried to stick a strip of painters tape to the ceiling but couldn't quite reach, so he stepped back down to ask for help. "Could you help me tape off the ceiling, please?" He asked a staff member passing by the doorway of the room.

The staff member scoffed, "You're the one who wants to redo the rooms in the first place. Do it yourself."

Unbeknownst to that poor soul, Yoongi was approaching and heard the exchange. "Jongin." He said, looming over the staff's back.

The staff member stiffened and turned around. "My liege! How can I serve you?" He politely bowed. There was no getting out of this.

The large hallway was busy at the moment ; a great time to make an example of somebody. "You can't help Hoseok?"

Jongin stuttered, "No, Yoongi, sir. I'm busy at the moment and need to go do a task."

"What could possibly be more important than helping Hoseokie?" He asked with a smile and crossed his arms.

Jongin gulped, "I had to go mail a letter."

"So you couldn't apply a little painters tape to the ceiling because of that?"

"Yes."

"Ah, I understand." Yoongi nodded and stroked his own chin, feigning being deep in thought. "Hold your arms out infront of you, for me." Jongin could never disobey Satan, so he listened and held out his arms. Quickly, Jongin was screaming in pain, as Yoongi slowly spun his tensed hand in the form of a claw. Jongin's fingers were cracking in inhumane ways, breaking and adjusting abruptly, twisting and trembling as Yoongi worked his literal magic on making sure his victim was in pain. That didn't end until Jongin's wrists made a full three sixty. "There. Now you've got no hands to put up painter's tape with. Now that's a real excuse."

The hallway was silent as people took in what just happened. Yoongi really lived up to his position as Satan. It was times like these when people remembered that he earned that spot. Times like these that reminded them he really was a merciful man most times.

"Now," he clapped his hands, "Anybody wanna help Hoseok tape the ceiling off?" The servants in the room scrambled over to volunteer to help, to the point where Hoseok simply climbed down the ladder as the servants did it themselves.

"howre things going, baby?" hoseok shrugged and bit his cheek. "hey, why the pout?" Yoongi wrapped an arm around Hoseok and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.

Hoseok sighed, "I'm finally getting things going here but every time I ask for help, it's like they tell me what I'm going to do instead of listening to me."