Joong woke up with a painful throbbing in his head. Lately he had been getting drunk every night, buying a lot of liquor and bringing it to the base, even though he forbade drinking in the base. He himself didn't understand why he always drank until he was that drunk. Even though the consequences of his lie to Force were not as big as he expected. Clearly, some of his buyers were more suspicious of him, some even going so far as to bring in their own doctors to examine the slaves he sold before buying them. But Joong knew it wouldn't last long. When all the customers find out that the quality of the slaves they sell has not decreased at all, everything will immediately return to normal.
Joong's slave business is still running smoothly as usual, but there is always Dunk. The man kept occupying his mind. So Joong decides to get drunk and forget about Dunk for a while. But, every time he was drunk and staggered into his room, he would see Dunk cowering in the corner. And Joong will definitely want to have it straight away. I want it so much, it hurts. Dunk is like an addiction to him.
He would wake up with a painful pounding in his head afterwards, it was always like that. But this time something was different. Joong felt something warm lying next to him as he woke up, pressed tightly against his chest. He groaned softly, his head still foggy with sleep, and reflexively wrapped his arms around the figure lying next to him, pulling him closer.
Joong tries to remember which prostitute he slept with last night, but he ends up ignoring it. It felt very warm and comfortable to hug that body, and besides, his head hurt too much to think.
The body he was holding moved and the sound of chains rattling followed.
Chain. Joong immediately jolted awake. He turned his head and saw Dunk lying next to him. His head was resting on his arm. The chains on his feet rang as he moved. Dunk's hands were completely untied. Joong remembers he liberated the bonds last night when he was drunk. And now there were definitely long claw marks on his arms and back to prove it.
Joong felt a chill run down his spine, realizing that Dunk had not been tied to his bed all night. He could have been killed last night. Joong turned his head and saw his gun still lying on his bedside table. Dunk didn't touch that gun at all.
When he looked down again to look at Dunk, the man's big eyes were also looking at him, the look in his eyes was unreadable but there was no fear in those eyes. Joong saw reddish spots appearing on Dunk's neck and chest. He swallowed hard. The marks from his kisses and bites on Dunk's white skin made him want to have him again.
"What are you doing here?" he asked stupidly. Dunk blinked.
"You're asleep."
"I know," answered Joong quickly. "I mean you. Why are you sleeping here?"
Dunk shifted his body away from Joong and curled up into a ball, trying to cover his naked body from Joong. An innocent movement that somehow made him want to smile.
"Sleeping here is more comfortable than on the floor," he muttered without looking at Joong. "I hate the floor."
Joong didn't know what to answer. He knew that definitely wasn't the reason, but he didn't want to bother thinking about it. So he finally said the first thing that came to his mind. "There's no way I can sell you. You're too spoiled."
"I know," Dunk said quietly, making Joong surprised to hear it.
"Maybe I should have kept you here and made you my servant," he said again.
"Maybe it should be like that," answered Dunk again agreeing, making Joong really confused by Dunk's attitude. He looked at the body next to him up and down, saw Dunk's smooth white skin, his full buttocks, and decided that maybe he hadn't fully recovered from his drunkenness.
