Yunho PoV

I never thought I would see with my own eyes what Jaejoong was doing.

An outrage. A mistake. The biggest mistake he could make.

I could feel his shoulder well under my fingers and hold on tight, even though I knew he was holding back from the pain.

Changmin had hidden behind me, clutching the flaps of my tunic and keeping his face buried in my shoulder.

«What were you doing..?» I asked, knowing already know what he was doing, but wanting to hear an answer from his lips. As much as we were "friends" I did not tolerate. Changmin was a person and was also ... My person.

«Jaejoong, I repeat it. What were you doing?»

He kept staring at me and smiling even though his skin might have picked up the purple color of someone who had had a blow under my fingers.

«Anything. I was just noticing how well you kept my gift for you.»

I took my grip at those words, pushing it almost far from me and Min.

«It's a person. Like you and me and show your respect.»

«I show him all right, my respect.»

I did not know what he was doing there, but before I asked him, he was called by one of my mother's servants and took his leave with a small bow of his head, carrying a hand on the shoulder I had pressed.

My mother. Had she summoned him?

I thought of nothing else, turning to Min who still held my dress and did not seem to leave it.

«Minnie ... it's okay ... you do not have to be scared ... it's okay.»

The fact that I could not always be there to protect him made my blood boil in my veins. Because the fault was mine too.

He raised his face and looked me in the eye, wrapping his arms unexpectedly around my neck, hugging me tight and I could not return the hug.

He was trembling and I felt him under my dress.

«It's all right ...» I reassured him again and stroked his soft hair. He did not speak, did not say anything, but I knew it was a way to give his thank to me.

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«You should eat. No one will come here and neither he will.»

«I'm not very hungry...»

Now he was sitting on my bed, with that plate of steaming soup on a tray, resting on his legs.
For safety, I took him to dinner in my room and I kept him company.

«Yunho ...»

«Yes?»

«Why do you think he's here ...? Will he not take me back .. right?»

It was the question, that I asked myself since I saw him near Min. I put the spoon in the plate and looked at it without changing any shape on my face.

«I do not know, but know this, that he will never have you back. You're mine and it will not be so crazy to challenge me.»

Min's eyes widened and became like those of a fawn intrigued, but at the same time ... scared.

I sighed again and stretched a hand on his that I posed gently.

«Do not worry. He will never make anything to you.»

My words seemed to soothe those deerlike eyes that returned to that plate of food and, with his free hand, began to eat without moving my hand.

«Yunho. . Can I ask you another thing ..?»

«Nae, of course.»

«Him ... How did you know him?»

«Curious, little Bambi?»

He blushed under my gaze, but it was right that he knew and that question had an answer.
I continued to pass my fingertips on that white and velvety skin and I began to tell him how I met Jaejoong.

«Long ago, our fathers met and became best friends. Jaejoong's father was not like him, but a great merchant and man. Now it will seem strange to you that you speak of someone who sees people, but who was bought by him did not end up in cells like those in which you ended up.»

Changmin stopped eating and placed the spoon on the plate, although he was taught several times to put it out. But it was something I loved about him that could break all those rules in a simple way.

«So ... you were all already merchants for a long time.»

«Yes, our families have always been business people and now that he is not there, that they are not there anymore, it's up to us.»

I looked at that hand and mine, continuing to get to that piece that would have interested Changmin.

«The difference lies only in the fact that Jaejoong's father left his son with a large debt to pay, unlike my father who had never taken from anyone, if not give. Jaejoong found himself with heavy shoulders and could not get to pay real taxes. And you will know that if you do not pay those, you end up with the close.»

I knew that he knew something. If he kept a small shop where he fixed shoes, the tax was there, though differently from the great merchants.

«He asked me several times for loans and he also sold us Kyuhyun and two other slaves, but not with a good deal. My mother sold them half their price, since he treated them inhumanly and ... and even without their purity.»

Changmin shuddered. He felt it under the touch of my hands, but tightened it more to reassure him.

«He always had a certain contempt for me ... I noticed this too, but my father taught me that we must always give time to things and never lower themselves like many people, to remain themselves and with their own values.»

«If you ... try envy, you never have him.»

«Given a lesson? I'll tell you a secret ... get closer.»

Changmin came over, moving the plate with the soup and looked me in the eye. I could not resist kissing him on those slightly dirty lips of that soup and softly whispering those words.

«I gave it to you to pay off that debt. You ... he could not get to where I came and Changmin .. I just do not want your body ...»

That kiss made him blush, as well as my words, making him look down, embarrassed. That embarrassment that always gave me a feeling of protection against him.

I did not have an answer, as I continued, getting up to overwhelm him and making him lie down, loosening the belt of that garment and stripping it slowly, moving that dish away from the bed to make room for what I wanted to taste and eat.

I did not want to stop only at his body.
I did not want to stop only those tremors from my touches and the warmth we both produced.
I did not want to bear only that voice that broke the silence of the room, holding on to me and letting it warm up, brand.

I wanted his heart.

I also wanted the heart of that fawn and now he knew it.

But could there be anything between slave and master?
Could I only live in that illusion under my mother's eyes?
No, I could not, but I would have done everything to shake even that heart, as he shook mine every time I saw him, the first time he fell into my arms.

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«I noticed how he look at him and it's definitely not like someone looking at their slave.»

«It is not, Mrs. Jung. But believe me. If we implement this plan, I think your problem and your fears will fail.»

«Oh, Jaejoong, you're better than your father. You really have a good intelligence and, if all goes well, know that I will keep my word. In case there are problems with that family ...»

«I'll take care of this too, you do not have to worry, Mrs. Jung.»

«I hope so, I've already been disappointed by someone and the end is that. Do your job, Jaejoong and it will be repaid to the fullest.»

«You will not be disappointed, madam.»