The outcasts

The slave.

In the next morning, Luhan knew that Minseok was a law college student. He went to the gym everyday since he was eighteen, which was ten years ago.

He have the same age as me.

He ate alone, he studied alone, he has no friends and Luhan was rather surprised to hear that Minseok got a filled record for misbehavior in his highschool era. Why? He looks so calm and posed.

Minseok came back for dinner and Luhan was finally introduced as his slave. “Why are you wasting more money on him?” a man scoffed and Minseok tensed but his mother was fast to spit back.

“Did you want me to waste it on you instead?” She was an elderly, Luhan realized, since nobody could answer her. “I did buy this slave for my son, eighteen years ago. So, you are late on complaining.” She looked over Minseok. “Order him something, Minseok. Test his faithfulness so they will know how much I did waste on my own son.”

A young man in the other side of the oval table spoke suddenly with amusement. “No need to embarass your son, Mrs Kim.” Minseok tensed and his hold in the ustrils tightened. Standing Behind, Luhan could see how pissed he was so he poked Minseok discreetly.

“Luhan.” Minseok’s voice roared in a sudden authority tone. “Go stand by the balcony.” Luhan looked at the balcony which was filled with sunlight and moved to it, his eyes filled with fear and pain. Minseok was rather surprised Luhan said nothing and looked as Luhan stood by the sun, burning, clinching his body as pain filled it. He rushed to pull Luhan to the shadow. “Give him blood and take him to my room.” he ordered the maid before facing his mother. “As you can see, this slave swore loyalty and faithfulness to me. Goodbye, gentlemen.” he walked out and reached his room first. He had a punching bag in the middle of the room that he kept punching and punching until it exploded, filling his carpet with sand.

He observed the sand as he breathed angrily when he noticed Luhan silently standing in. Luhan noticed Minseok looking at him and smiled brightly. “What you are smiling about?”

Luhan pointed at Minseok, punched his open palm before pointing at himself. It took Minseok a moment to realize it. “You don’t talk.” Luhan nodded still smiling and Minseok shivered at how real it felt while he knew it was fake. His mind wandered away when he felt cold hands on his fist. He blinked as Luhan hinted him to punch him. “I am not in the mood.” Luhan nodded then pointed down. “you can clean up.”

Luhan led him to the bed before packing the sand and the punching bag. He made a sewing movement and Minseok just dismissed him. He observed Luhan as the vampire sat down, picking a needle and a wire from his pocket. Is he always carrying it? “Do you feel better?” Luhan blinked at him confusedly. “I mean since the balcony…”

Luhan looked shocked and still confused. Minseok wondered why but Luhan nodded, blushing and working on his sewing. “I am glad you are fine. I don’t want to damage what belongs to me for the likes of someone else.” Luhan glanced at him for a second and remained busy and Minseok decided busying himself. He revised for a while when he noticed Luhan standing. He observed how Luhan filled the bag with sand, hanged it, and tested it. He realized how focused Luhan was, how tense he was… as if he didn’t want to make a mistake.

“He came in handy, did he?” the voice from the door froze both Minseok and Luhan. Thankfully, Luhan was fast to catch how Minseok did put his earbuds and blasted music. He ignored the visitor too, working on the punching bag, that he noticed was severly abused when a hand on his butt made him jump and instinctively flip the holding hand as his needle nearly reached the man's eye.

“LUHAN!” the yell of warning was enough to freeze the slave who stepped back and crossed his arms whilel Minseok stood to face the tall man. “You don’t know when to stop, don’t you?”

The man chuckled when he caressed Minseok’s cheek. Luhan noticed how Minseok’s back muscles suddenly tensed with the tight fabric of his buttoned shirt. “You are so cute when you are mad, but cuter when you are submissive under me.”

Minseok pushed him. “Fuck you, Oh Sehun.” Minseok mostly sounded strained but Luhan felt the fear in it and he approached Minseok. Oh Sehun laughed slightly. “I see. Probably you like them older?” the blow was nasty, Minseok’s reaction showed it and his fangs showed by protective instinct. He pushed Minseok away and faced him. Minseok and Luhan faced each other and Luhan suddenly smiled as he picked Minseok fist and hinted for punches.

The first punch was involuntary, Minseok just exploded, but the punches that followed were so wanted because punching a living thing felt so good. He punched Luhan to the point his hands did hurt and he stopped only to look at the weird sight in front of him.

Luhan, with tears and blood all over his face had kept smiling the whole time and Sehun stood there too shocked to see Minseok display violence on someone so willing. “What are you looking at? This is my slave and I want to finish my training so fuck off.”

Luhan stood up and picked Minseok’s fist when Minseok winced. He blinked allowed his tears to fall above Minseok knuckles, which Minseok realized as he looked from the leaving Sehun to his hands, that Luhan’s tears had instant healing effect. “Wait here.” He made Luhan freeze before picking shields he didn’t use in a long while. “They are worn out but will protect you for now.” Luhan wore the waist and shoulders shield while Minseok secured the head one.

Minseok soon punched Luhan in his shielded area as hard as he could while all Luhan was to remain in a close distance and keep his face hidden. They kept it up to the point Minseok tiredly sat on the floor, catching his breath and observed how Luhan rushed to fill him a cup of water. The vampire was in a dilapidated state yet he rushed to help him up. He went to the bathroom, turned the faucets, and pulled Minseok in the room. He helped Minseok on taking off the bandages he wore to protect his knuckles, then his buttoned shirt that he neatly folded.

“Don’t waste time on it, I got more. Throw it.” Luhan nearly dared to look at Minseok’s side in shock but couldn’t object so he set it aside and picked Minseok’s pants and boxers.

He didn’t dare to look at Minseok showering. He wasn’t allowed to but as he looked up to the door, that had a tiny mirror, the back he managed to see made him feel hot all over. To contain himself he looked away and picked the thrown shirt, playing with it in his fingers as he dashed out.

The whole time, Minseok just closed his eyes and allowed everything to sink in as the hot water washed off the remaining stress and the sweat. Having Luhan is definitely a great idea.