The man grabbed Hyesung by his upper arm and started to drag him toward the big mansion at the end of the driveway. The driver did nothing. The tall, scary man, shoved his arm toward the car and the driver disappeared silently like a mouse behind the mansion. Hyesung looked around, noticing that the yard was surrounded with a terrifying fencing. There was no way out, or in.

“Yah! Take your hands off me!” Hyesung reacted when the man took him inside the mansion and still held on to the sleeve. “YAH! YAH! NO ONE TREATS SHIN HYESUNG LIKE THIS!”

The man shoved the man, causing him to lose his balance. Hyesung fell to the floor, wincing as his elbow hit the ground first. “YAH!” He screamed, trying to do something to the man; but because he was drunk, his coordination was poor.

“Andy!” The man shouted.

Hyesung flinched. The first guy had been big enough to take him down and beat the out of him, but he had not done that, so maybe this guy with an American name was going to knock him out if he didn’t do what he was told to do. Hyesung heard the steps approaching, as he was grabbed by the arm again and lifted up like he was a feather.

“Yes, sir?” The guy, Andy, appeared to the foyer, bowing deeply to the man.

“Get the guest room ready,” The tall man ordered. “We have guests.”

The guy, Andy, looked at Hyesung with a weird look on his face and then set his gaze back at the tall man. “Who is he?” Andy asked.

“Someone who will be here for a very long time,” Hyesung gasped hearing that. “Take him. I need to go to the office.” he discarded the slender man to the arms of the short guy and walked to one of the rooms at the side.

Andy helped the smelly man to the living room and seated him down to the sofa. “Sit here. I will prepare the room for you, okay?” Hyesung could only nod. “Great!” Andy smiled widely, bowed and then walked off.

                              “Here is your room, Mr…?”

“Shin Hyesung…” Hyesung responded. “Shin…Hyesung.”

“Well, then, Shin Hyesung,” Andy smiled again. “You will be living here until Eric Mun forgives you for whatever you have done.” he chuckled.

Hyesung gasped.

“How did you know I have done something?” he questioned.

Andy put something on the table and then turned around. “He does not really scream for excitement, does he?” he explained. “Also, when he brings guests over, he spends time with them, if you know what I mean?” Hyesung knew exactly what Andy meant. “I hope you will have great time. Sleep well. You will have a long day tomorrow.” Andy bowed at the guest, even though Hyesung was certain that even the butler was wealthier than he was.

“Wait!” Hyesung halted the steps of the man.

“Yes?”

“Never mind. See you around,” the slender man mumbled and watched the butler leave the room.

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Andy removed the necktie as soon as he exited the room, and began to walk toward the staircase. The sleeping area for workers like Andy was downstairs; deep, deep downstairs; in the basement. “Oh, it’s you,” A low voice mumbled.

“Who else would it be?” Andy retorted, walking toward his bed.

“I don’t know. Someone I care about?” The man, who sat on his bed, interrogated.

Andy scoffed. “Aren’t you precious, Park Chungjae…” he mumbled.

“At least I don’t love someone I cannot get,” Andy turned and slapped the man. The taller man smirked, his hair ily falling over his forehead – he had just washed it – and wiped the cheek coolly with his broad palm.

Because of Junjin, Andy often unleashed his inner anger. The way he looked at Junjin could have frightened anyone else, but Junjin became powerful whenever the murderous eyes landed to his. Someone would have been scared