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12. don't(s)

"The top floor is ours." Han walked into the door one of his staff opened for him, and tugged at Minho's leash so he followed. His eyes were still stuck to the ground and his heart was beating so fast he felt like he was going to pass out.

It was extremely humiliating to be on a leash treated like some animal, even though they always went through some private hallways.

"You have your own room, your things are already there, we will be the only ones here, but my men will still be at the front door and they're staying three floors under us, so don't even think about doing something stupid." Han undid the leash and Minho just lowered his head, waiting for further orders.

"I have some work to do before our guests come, Taemin will keep you company till then. He's not allowed to touch you, you're not allowed to touch him or talk more than necessary. Understood?"

Minho bowed deeply to show the latter the utmost respect and waited for Han to dismiss him, and he did as soon as a slightly taller male walked into the room and stood next to Minho.

"You know where his room is, stay there." Han told the male who Minho assumed was Taemin before he walked away from them.

"Let's get to the room before we get into trouble for not following orders." The male chuckled and Minho only nodded, following after him into one of the big white doors that were almost everywhere.

Minho stared down at the ground as his thoughts again wandered. What did Han mean by 'this floor is ours?' Did he book the whole floor? But the floor didn't look like a normal hotel, it was like one enormous apartment. Did he own the hotel perhaps..?

"This is your room, make yourself comfortable." The man smiled and Minho waited until he sat on the bed before he joined him. He was still very hesitant about everything considering Han's threats.

His knees bounced uncontrollably as his mind raced through all the things he could fuck up. He tried his best to remember everything he shouldn't do to not end up beaten up.

Don't touch the man

Don't be too close to him

Don't look at him

Don't speak unless asked to

Don't cover your marks

Don't take off your collar

Don't uncover your body

Don't let him stare at you

Don't smile at him

Don't answer more than you should

Don't speak about your feelings

Don't...

Taemin noticed the deep purple marks littering Minho's neck and collarbones almost the first second he'd seen him, but he didn't comment on it, because of the state the other seemed to be in.

"You seem.. distraught." Minho slightly flinched as the other's voice had broken the silence and pushed his hands on his knees to stop them from bouncing.

He didn't answer though, it wasn't a question and he wasn't allowed to share his feelings. Not that he wanted to.

"You know I understand how you feel. My Minho had bought me too." Taemin's sentence seemed to gain Minho's attention as his eyes immediately shifted on the man sitting next to him. His oreo mullet reminded Minho of Wooyoung and Yongbok at the same time and it made his chest clench in pain and the sudden feeling of homesickness overcome his mind.