Make me fly again

Chapter 2: What about you

"What do you mean 'you bought me'? I'm not a shelf that someone can just buy and do whatever he wants with it! I'm a person a-"

My flow of anger is stopped by a slap in the face.

"You only speak when asked! And as your owner I can do the fuck I want to do with you. Did I make myself clear?"
He raised his voice and I just look at him in shock, slowly nodding.
"Good. "

He turns away and starts walking.
I hesitate but then follow him.
"As you're assigned to my son's room you'll work upstairs. You have two rooms you're allowed to enter: my son's room and your assigned bathroom. You only leave the room if asked for permission or if Jimin commands you to go elsewhere. Understood?"
Jimin? Is that his son?

"Y-yes."
"Yes Sir. Show some respect."
"Yes, Sir."
"Good. Now as you're practically not my toy but Jimins you'll call him Master unless he tells you otherwise. "
We start climbing some endless stairs and I'm afraid of what will happen when we arrive at the top.

There is a man standing at the top, maybe a bit older than the guy I'm following right now. As we arrive there, the two men smile and kiss. I'm a bit surprised but not really shocked, I'm gay myself so two kissing guys do not bother me.

The new guy now looks at me and smiles. He has pinkish hair and the same red eyes as the guy from before. He also wears fancy looking clothes. They seem to have a lot of money.
"You'll have to be Taehyung, I'm glad you're here. Our Jiminie will be so happy to have you. "

I just nod and slightly smile back. Something about him just takes my fear, so I dare to speak without being spoken to.
"Can I....ask a question...Sir?" I prepare myself for another slap but it didn't come.
Instead the guy just keeps smiling and nods.

"I...err...can I...Can I know your name?"
The new guy lookes confused for a second and then indignantly turns to the other guy.

"You didn't introduce us? Kim Namjoon, I know you like to play all mysterious but he has to at least know our names if he's going to stay here." He crossed his arms over his chest.
The guy, whose name apparently was Namjoon, just shrugs.

"I forgot about it, what's the big deal?"
The other guy rolls his eyes and turns back to me.
"Anyways, this douche over there is Kim Namjoon. And I'm Kim Seokjin. I hope my husband didn't scare you too much." He smiled again and I couldn't do anything but smile back.
For a moment they seem like a normal couple. But then I remember that they bought me and I'm just a toy for them. My smile disappears.

I loose myself into thoughts until I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and see Seokjins caring gaze.
"It's gonna be fine. Jimin is a good boy, I'm sure he'll treat you nicely."

I nod and follow the couple down a big hallway. A lot of paintings are hanging on the walls, no windows, no doors. After some time of walking we arrive at the only door around. I'm guessing this is Jimins room.

Seokjin lightly knocks. The door opens a few moments later and a young man comes in sight. He looks about my age and is a little bit smaller than me. His hair has a beautiful grey colour and as his parents he's well dressed. I can't see his eyes but I'd guess they're red as well.

"Oh, dad. What can I do for you?" He now complete steps into the hallway noticing me standing behind Seokjin. He curiously looks at me.
"Who's this?" he said with a sheepish smile.
Wow, his smile is beautiful. He's beautiful. Maybe it won't be so bad here after all.

"I'm Taehyung. Pleasure to meet you." I introduce myself with a bow.
"I'm sure it will be." Jimin says with a devilish grin. He winks and turns back to his parents.
"What got me the honour?"
Namjoon stepps forward, looking self satisfied.

"I bought him as a present for you. You can do with him whatever you want. "
Feeling a little worried again I look at Seokjin but he doesn't seem to notice.
"Well what a surprise. Thank you, Sir." Jimin bows after thanking his parents. It confuses me that he called them Sir but that's none of my concern.

Jin and Namjoon leave us alone and Jimin looks at me curiously.