SOFT BUN || markhyuck

4.

The place was luxurious.

Since the area where the house was situated didn't have many people, and the ones who lived there barely had their walls standing or food in there plates, so it was more than enough to be impressed about.

Minhyung heard about the house is big but he had no idea it would be this much.

Getting out of the car outside the gates which were opened by some workers, they were welcomed and escorted by them inside the house as well. Both the workers at the front, the con-man, and Minhyung at the end with his luggage in his hands.

He was paying attention to almost every room they passed by.

The windows that showed a garden outside even though it was dark, it was still barely visible 'cause of the moonlight.

They passed by what seemed to be was a kitchen considering all the cooking essentials placed.

A further minute walk and they halted in front of a big door. Sliding it open to both sides Minhyung followed the people in front of him.

The place was beautifully decorated.

Carpets, chandeliers, the sofas. Everything was new to the young man. His eyes sparkled in watching all the glory in front of his eyes.

He had spent all his life in such misery that he never once thought that such things even existed.

'Please make yourself comfortable. Master would be with you in a few.' One of the two boys bowed as the other stood outside by the door and left.

Placing his luggage by the sofa, Minhyung walked around the room his hand touching every detail of the paintings and decorations hung on the walls.

'Don't get too attached to all this my boy, the people here can be....strange.' He sat there with one of his arms on the backside while the other was busy holding the newly lit cigar. It was as if he owned the place.

'You never informed me--' He continued walking as he talked further '--about your name.'

The man took longer to reply than he should have. As if watching his every move or as if... thinking what to give as a name.

'That would be Mr. Kim for you.'

For me huh?

Minhyung never replied or asked anything further. A part of him told him that everything that came out of that man's mouth was nothing but pure lies. It disgusted him to a point that he didn't want to look at that man's face.

He was afraid.

But he couldn't exactly explain what he was afraid of, that man? the change?

The door opened with a man walking inside. He looked.....wealthy and...Show off?

The clothes he was wearing looked as if made for royalty. But his face didn't match with it. The worker that talked with them before was right behind him. His head bowed down, eyes glued on his shoes.

Minhyung furrowed his brows as he looked closely at the red handprint on his left cheek and directed his gaze to the man in front of him. He was looking at him.

His face had no emotions.

It felt as if he was looking through his soul.

'You're the new worker?'

For some reason, Minhyung didn't have the guts to speak with words so he nodded his head but his gaze never left the man.

'You got a tongue?'