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

Chapter 4

Saeyoung closed the drawers with force, and backed up a bit. Zen glanced at him, and noticed the scowl on his face. Saeyoung turned, glaring at Zen.

"Get up. It's not fair," he complained, crossing his arms.

Zen looked away, and closed his eyes. Saeyoung growled, and without turning away, he opened the drawers again and slammed them close. Zen flinched, but didn't do anything else. Saeyoung sighed, but before he could do anything, the door was opened again.

Saeyoung turned, and his eyes widened. He backed up a little at seeing the person, which made Zen a bit confused on the lack of noise from the redhead. He opened his eyes, and saw another person. A woman who he hadn't met yet.

She had fair skin, long magenta colored hair, and wide brown eyes that held a glint of something Zen couldn't decipher.

Saeyoung seemed to be a little out of it now, and Zen got worried. Saeyoung seemed like a happy and lively person, so this worried him a lot.

"So this is were you are," she said, looking at Saeyoung up and down. "I remembered you as the weird little servant kid, but you've grown up to be very handsome."

Saeyoung shivered at her stare, and Zen noticed. He stood up, slowly walking towards them. The woman turned to Zen, and her eyes lit up.

"Who might you be?" she asked, getting excited at seeing him. "I haven't seen you around."

"Zen. I'm...new," Zen replied through gritted teeth.

Zen walked to stand in front of Seven, who had leaned against the wall. The woman noticed, and glared at the redhead.

"New, huh? New how?" she asked, but she didn't take her eyes off Saeyoung.

"Jumin's slave."

That caught her attention. She switched piercing stare from Saeyoung to Zen. Zen felt a shiver down his spine when his gaze locked with hers.

"Jumin's slave?!" she cried, clenching her hands by her side and stomping one of her feet. "Why does he have a slave? And why you? What about this...guy?!"

Zen flinched, and closed his eyes. He tried to resist the urge to cover his ears. Was throwing a tantrum or a fit necessary? Who was she anyway?

"If I may ask, who are you?" Zen asked after she quieted down.

She still had a very upset look, and her face had gained a light red tint after yelling. She huffed, and crossed her arms.

"I am Sarah Choi, Jumin's friend," she responded. "I came to see if that little slave was here. My uncle doesn't want him, of course, but I wanted to see him. Honestly, I thought he was dead but look at him. Perfectly healthy."

Saeyoung covered his face, and slid down the wall. Zen turned, and noticed the irregular breathing patter he was staring to have the tears already falling past his hands. Zen glanced back at Sarah, and her grin told Zen everything.

"Miss Sarah, I am going to have to ask you to leave," Zen said seriously, kneeling next to Saeyoung. "For my friend's sake."

That angered Sarah, and once again, she started yelling.

"A slave can't tell me what to do! Even if you're handsome, you're no one to tell me anything! You're lower than dirt, completely and utterly worthless!"

"If I'm worthless, would Jumin reach out to me?" Zen said anything that came to mind. He doubted that her voice made Saeyoung feel any better. "He did use money to buy me. And he gave me these clothes."

Zen placed a hand on Saeyoung's shoulder, making the other flinch. Saeyoung curled up, and let out chocked sobs, trying his best to gasp for air at the same time. It hurt Zen. He had barely met him, but he already liked him.

"Breath, Saeyoung. I'm here," Zen whispered in a soothing voice.

"Do not ignore me!" she yelled. "Not for someone like that dirty slave!"

"Didn't you just call me a worthless slave?" Zen asked, turning to glare at her. "Why does it bother you if a "worthless" slave ignores you?"

"I hate being ignore," she told him.

Zen rolled his eyes, and tried to focus more on Saeyoung. The other was still shaking, and kept his face covered. Zen had no idea what was happening, and was scared about not knowing what to do.

"L-leave..."

Saeyoung brought his hands down just a bit, letting his golden eyes show. Zen stood up, not noticing the look of fear flash in Saeyoung's eyes.

This hadn't happen to Saeyoung in a long while. The feeling of being choked up, of not being able to breath well at just seeing this one person he hated ever since he was given to that damn slave master.

"You should leave," Zen growled. "Now. Or else, if anything happens to...Luciel, then you'll be blame. Jumin takes his servant's health into deep consideration."

Zen knew he was lying. There was nothing else that Jumin seemed to care less about. If anything, it might be what his father said about whatever he did. But even then, Jumin might listen to him if he said something.

"I-but no, that-what I mean is-"

Sarah rolled her eyes, and walked away. But not before sending a glare to Saeyoung. She slammed the door close, making both teens inside the room flinch. Zen sighed, and sat next to Saeyoung.

"You okay?" Zen asked, and mentally slapped himself. Of course he wasn't. He didn't seem like it.

Saeyoung cleaned away his tears, and nodded. His breathing had almost returned to normal, if not he was starting to look better. He had stopped shaking, and seemed to be able to speak normally again.

"Yeah, just...seeing her brought bad memories," Saeyoung whispered, hugging his knees. "Zen, can I ask for something?"

"Sure," was Zen's response.

"Can I get a hug?" Saeyoung asked in a small voice, and it seemed like he could start crying any second again. "You don't have to."

Zen didn't respond, he just wrapped his arms softly around Saeyoung's shoulders. The redhead leaned against Zen, closing his eyes. He was tired, and ended up falling asleep.

"You're like a big brother, Zen..."

A/N: No ZenxSeven. Still Zumin. I'm talking to a certain someone and you know who you are. 😂 ~Sorry there there isn't much going on. I just thought of this. I'm sure Seven would be pretty emotionally...unstable? You know, when it comes to his past as a slave, especially since he was a young kid. If anyone wants a chapter on his back story, I'll be happy to write it for you guys. I'm not sure if I wrote Seven right. I mean, I've had them but I've never seen someone have one. You know, a panic attack. So I'm sorry if I didn't write it well.

You know, I might keep calling Seven Saeyoung because it's already saved in my dictionary. 😂 And because a few people know, but for Zen only one person knows, which is Seven. I hope this makes sense. Anyway, I'm tired. I hope you enjoyed it! Leave a comment if you did. It helps on my motivation. xD Bye!