I'm a rich man's slave (Zumin) [On Hold]

Chapter 2

Zen looked around the palace. He followed Jumin silently. He knew not to run away anymore, but that didn't mean he liked being called, "slave". Jumin seemed like a nice guy, but Zen felt something. Something dangerous.

Even so, Zen knew better than to run. He knew those whips hurt, and he didn't want them on his skin anytime soon. While Zen was in his thoughts, they reached a door. The guards outside bowed their heads, saying that his father was inside. Zen wondered for a moment if Jumin was a prince.

When they walked inside after the doors were open, they walked inside. Zen saw the king talking with another man. A nice looking woman was standing next to the king with a young beautiful girl besides her.

"Father. Your majesty." Jumin bowed.

Zen hesitated, but bowed after Jumin. As soon as he saw Jumin standing straight, he stood up as well. The king laughed, and the other man nodded.

"No need to call me that, Jumin," he said. "Just call me Jihyun."

"As you wish, Jihyun."

Zen noticed how Jumin was so formal and serious. The other man still hadn't said anything, and neither had the two ladies. He really wanted to know them, as he would now be spending time here for a while.

"What is it that you need?" Jihyun asked, standing up.

Zen took in every detail of the king. His short turquoise hair, his stern yet kind eyes, his tall posture, and his friendly vibe. He turned to the two women. The queen had long flowing blonde hair, and a mysterious aura around her. The princess seemed like a happy kind of person, and a very attentive one.

"I wish to talk to my father about something," Jumin said. "It's about him."

Zen flinched when Jumin's cold hand gripped his arm. Jumin didn't turn to him, only kept his eyes on his father.

"You may talk."

"Thank you." Jumin bowed his head, realizing he had to talk to his father here in front of them. "So father, I bought a slave. He will be only under my orders. Is that alright?"

His father seemed a bit upset, but decided not to yell at his son. After all, the young man needed something to distract himself with. Maybe having a good looking slave would help him find a girl.

"Yes. Is there something else?"

Jumin shook his head, and turned.

"I'll be going home now."

With that, Jumin pulled Zen with him. Jumin hadn't removed his hand, and Zen was starting to feel it hurt.

"Ah, Jumin, if you don't mind-"

Jumin turned to him with a glare, sending shiver down Zen's spine. He gulped, and shook his arm, as if telling him to let go.

"To you, I'm "master", got it?" Jumin told him, letting go.

"Master? No way," Zen growled, giving him his own glare.

Jumin pulled him closer. Zen didn't falter. His glare was still strong, but Jumin didn't even flinch.

"You are mine. I bought you, and you will obey," Jumin said in a low voice.

"And if I don't?" Zen asked, pushing his hand away.

He stood tall, challenging Jumin. Again, Jumin didn't show any reaction. Soon, a small smirk was forming and Jumin fixed his tie.

"Remember the whip? I've got one at home," Jumin said and turned away, walking ahead. "It's brand new; unused. It's such a waste."

Zen walked after him, clenching his hands into fists while biting his lip. Silently, Zen hoped that one day he could escape, and find someplace to live on his own. Not even a day of being a slave, and he felt less than the papers laying around on the streets.

They reached Jumin's house, and if Zen wasn't there against his will, he would be admiring the beautiful mansion. Jumin pulled Zen inside, and the albino followed without complains. They passed many people, and many of them looked at him with sad eyes. Zen wondered why.

Jumin led them to his bedroom, and Zen stepped back. He couldn't see Jumin's face, but something just made Zen very uncomfortable and worried. Jumin opened the door, and pushed Zen inside.

When Zen regained his balance, Jumin had already locked the door. Jumin went to his drawers, and looked through it. After a few minutes, he pulled out a headband with white cat ears.

"Put them on." Jumin threw it at him.

Zen only watched it fall to the floor near his feet. Zen looked up, a glare still on his face.

"No."

"No? Need I remind you of your punishments?" Jumin threatened.

"Why am I even here for?"

Jumin chuckled, and saw his white cat coming from underneath his bed. He crouched down, and held her in her arms.

"Zen, I love cats. I would love to have more, but my father forbid me to have them," Jumin explained. "You remind me of one."

"Am I an animal in your eyes?!" Zen exclaimed.

"You'll be my cat, so I supposed you are."

Zen was taken back by surprise. He stepped back, a bit afraid of what Jumin could and probably would do.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Zen asked, his body shaking with anger. "I'm not going to be your toy that you can play with and dress up the way you want to, you freak!"

Jumin stood up, and let Elizabeth jump on the bed. He walked closer to Zen, but the other male didn't move.

"What do you mean by, "toy"? You will obey me in whatever I say, and if I say wear this then you'll do it," Jumin told him.

Jumin picked up the headband, and roughly put it on Zen's head. He flinched, and looked away.

"It's not so bad, Zen. You look great."

Jumin gave him a smirk, and Zen wondered why he seemed to be enjoying this. Zen glared, but didn't say anything. He just hoped it didn't go beyond this. Zen had just wanted to live by himself in peace, so why did this happen?