𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 | VMINKOOK

Punished

warning: there's a mature bit at the end of the chapter

I ate my dinner in complete silence, while my two dedicated butlers, Taehyung and Emilio, stood motionlessly at my sides.

They watched me like scary puppets, speaking only if I asked them anything, and moving as though they were held up by strings.

Their well-ironed uniforms were black and white just like my father's penguin friends, and their hair was neatly combed as though they were respectable, clean-cut gentleman.

I hated everything about it.

It had been a full month of this now. A full month of being treated like a slave-master, worshipped like some Messias, and followed like the pied piper.

'yes, sir', 'no, sir', 'I apologize, sir."

The two most beautiful men I had ever seen were acting like brainwashed lunatics, and I had absolutely enough of it.

"Fuck this," I said, ignoring my soup and throwing my silver spoon to the other side of the room in a fit of frustration. "Don't-- pick that up," I ordered before Taehyung could go and fetch my cutlery like an obedient dog. "I want... I want you both to sit down at the table," I said sharply, rolling my shoulders to shake the tenseness of the situation away. "You've both been standing up straight like that for more than an hour, and it's ridiculous."

Taehyung took a seat faster than his chair wanted to move, but Emilio only reluctantly did as told.

It remained quiet as ever in the dining-room, but I was determined to change that.

"I... recently discovered that I'm fairly good at the turkey trot," I started hesitantly. "I will be heading to the club more often, so that's... exciting, I suppose. D-do you two like to dance?"

Taehyung looked at me with large eyes, and then shot Emilio a panicked glance. The boy could barely string together a sentence in English, so he was pretty much lost nine times out of ten when I said anything at all that required brain-function. He understood simple commands, sure, but having a full-on conversation was far beyond his capabilities. I didn't mind the man's lack of speech much though, because I found him beyond irritating.

It was mostly Emilio I wanted to talk to, anyway...

"I don't enjoy dancing, sir," Emilio said, sitting slumped in his chair. "I find it ridiculous."

I sighed and snatched my can of beer off the table, gulping it down like water.

"Day?" Taehyung asked, desperately trying to understand what I had asked. "Day? Morning?"

"There has to be something you like," I said, refusing to let my talk with Emilio end just like that. "Cars? Art? Sports? Don't you have any interests at all?"

"I don't like anything," Emilio said plainly. "The part of me that liked things died a little over a month ago."

"N-Ne razumijem što se događa..."

I side-eyed Taehyung and turned my body away from him to face only Emilio. "But you are still alive. You are living and breathing. Tell me what you enjoy doing and I will get you the things you need to do them. I can make this house more fun for everyone, you know?"

"There is only one thing I want to do, sir," Emilio said, the skin around his eyes tightening as he looked at me. "There is only one thing I would still enjoy doing."

I dove into myself a little, Emilio's intense glare making the hairs on my arms rise. "I... I see..." I whispered. "Then... I apologize for not being able to grant you that one thing."