hostage || jaeyong

seven,

"Is that... your house?"

Taeyong felt his jaw dropping with the speed of light, as the limo took a turn to enter the driveway to what looked pretty much like a mansion.

"My home is my castle," Jaehyun said and Taeyong snorted.

"In your case, the right order of words is 'This castle is my home' or something like that."

"You're overreacting. This is not by far a castle. I'll show you real castles."

"When?" Taeyong asked, feeling, for some reason, like a little kid promised a trip to Disneyland.

"When we'll travel to France, of course," Jaehyun said casually.

"France? Like in Europe?" Taeyong asked in disbelief.

"That is where France was, last time I checked," Jaehyun, answered with a smile.

"Why would you take a piece of trash like me there?"

"On vacation," Jaehyun explained, as the car was slowly stopping. "And I really have to wash that dirty mouth of yours. I think I'll have you swallow an entire bar of soap."

"Make me," Taeyong challenged, earning a meaningful look from the blond.

"Don't think I won't. Although I have a mind to make you... swallow other things," Jaehyun winked at him.

Damn the man!

He always had to have the last word, Taeyong thought with growing annoyance, as the door opened and Jaehyun got out, moving with the same grace as always.

Behind him, Taeyong hurried to get out quickly, too.

He looked at the man holding the door, trying to gauge some reaction.

Minhyuk looked calmly straight ahead, without even gracing Taeyong with a glance.

It hit Taeyong like a ton of bricks how out of place he had to look, walking side by side with Jaehyun.

The chauffeur obviously knew it and he was probably thinking that it was just one of his boss's whims to take a poor guy like Taeyong from the street, and flaunt his palace in his face, just to make him feel pathetic and useless.

He wanted to hate the man. He truly did.

But, as Jaehyun moved in front of him, the only thing he found himself capable of doing was to stare at the man's back, and admire his impeccable figure.

An old lady who seemed to be head of the staff greeted them.

Taeyong didn't dare looking around too much and ended up just staring at his sneakers.

Cool fingers tilted his chin up.

"No need to look down all the time. The house won't break if you take a look around."

After that, Jaehyun just turned towards the old woman.

"This is Taeyong, our new guest. Make sure to prepare the room on the second floor next to mine."

The woman nodded and disappeared without a word.

"I'll try to break free, you know," Taeyong murmured.

"What?" Jaehyun pretended to have a sudden loss of hearing.

"I will try to escape!" Taeyong said more energetically this time.

"Oh," was the man's only reply, as he started to climb the majestic stairs leading to the upper floor.

Taeyong stood stubbornly exactly where he was.