Wealthy Bidder x Male Reader

His name is...

With a glare, the man tapped his fingers on the table impatiently.

Y/N just wanted to return home. He didn't care about his teachers motives nor did he really listen before. He never really did. 'Why listen to people talk about crap that I will never use in life?' He walked to his room of which he was residing in but it was locked. Locked. He stood there contemplating the issue then thought, maybe I just didn't turn the handle enough! Using more power this time he twisted the knob and rammed into the door. Still no sign of letting him in.

Finally, he decided to question the man who was sitting in the living room. He leant against the doorway as he watched the man sit on the luxury sofa in discomfort. "What makes you so awkward? Why are you uncomfortable?" Y/N complained as he slowly walked over and sat on a comfy stool that matched. He ignored Y/N and continued watching the cooking show. But he didn't like that so he stood up and blocked his view, "hey I asked you a question!"

The older man sighed and frowned, "as did I" he then moved Y/N to the side with one arm easily indicating his strength. He tried to remember the question then realised, "it's Y/N. That's my name. What's yours?" he sat on the stool again and looked at the other awkwardly. He looked at Y/N and looked up and down at him, judging whether he was really listening or not, to which he was. "I am Kyo Rhan." he mumbled. Rhan... Rhan... That surname seemed familiar but he couldn't put his finger on it. Y/N nodded and scurried away but quickly returned, "Kyo why's my door locked?" he peered round the corner.

Suddenly the television switched off and Kyo stood up, he lead Y/N to his room and pulled out a ring of many keys. One of which was for his room. Once it was unlocked Kyo kept his hand on the knob and looked at Y/N, "what's the word?" he stated intimidatingly. Y/N ducked his head and let out a heavy sigh, "Thanks?" he was then let in and Kyo walked away.

"He's so annoying. Can't I just go home already? I wonder what mom's thinking right now? Wait." he checks his pockets and his phone was gone. "It was brand new! I bet those guys sold it damn it!" he looked at all the walls and he growled whilst walking in circles. A few minutes later he felt dizzy and laid on the bed. "Does anyone care that I haven't contacted them? ... Probably not." Shortly after that he fell asleep.

In the early hours of the morning, 6am, he was woken up by Kyo in a rushed state. "Wake up now. You need to get up." The curtains were drawn open and the door was wide, even the window was slightly open with a guard on it so he couldn't escape. "What the Hell?" he yawned as he covered his eyes. This light and breeze quickly woke him up and he wrapped himself in the duvet like a burito. "You have lots to do today so you must be up and ready. Or you'll get punished." The thought of doing chores repulsed Y/N but the last comment caught him off guard.

He stood up, still wrapped up, "Hey, what do you mean punished?!" Kyo was no longer in the room so his question was left unanswered. He huffed and shut his window harshly. After a while to let the cold air lift, he threw his bed cover on the floor and followed Kyo into the kitchen. Kyo stood beyond the counter, when he saw Y/N he stood up tall and gestured him to follow. "You will be cooking breakfast for us both once a week. But for this week you'll do it every day so you can quickly learn the basics. By that look You're pulling, you don't even know how to cook an egg" he exclaimed. How dare he try to make him work all week! That's inhumane! "Why so I have to cook for you?" he emphasised 'you' and put his hands on his hips. The attitude upset Kyo but he still kept on a good facade for the time being.

Kyo tapped the marble surface as he said, "Could it be you want to starve? I am not making you food from now on. So you must know how to do it. You're not a guest. You're merely another person staying in my house. For now that is. I have my limits as to what I can tolerate so you better start behaving soon or I'll lose my head".

Being the childish person Y/N was, the thought of Kyo's head popping off like a cartoon made him chuckle. But after he heard Kyo's harsh tone he then stood in the kitchen willingly. "What now?" Kyo was angry at the chuckle from before but let it slide. He often compared himself to Mr. 12 and wondered what he did so wrong and whether taking him on in Mr. 12's place was really a good idea. "I'm firstly going to teach you about making breakfast. Omlettes, English breakfasts and of course, some dishes from my class". Y/N took a deep sigh as he looked in the unnecessarily large fridge.