#wxmster

simply-minseok

ixbacon

wxmster

hyunaxai

baekdros

"Nine."

Another swat to his bare behind as he was bent over the knee of his master had his legs shaking almost uncontrollably. This wasn’t what Lu Han signed up for. Although it actually was, he still didn’t like the fact that Yifan was being so rough with him. All he did was strike up a conversation with the young master’s peers at a gala they had been invited to, only made a few remarks whenever Yifan said or did anything wrong, or told stories of the mistakes that the other made. It was entertainment, only at his expense. It wasn’t his fault that his master lost his cool in front of a ballroom full of people, yelling at the doe-eyed boy almost as if anger was part of his normal makeup. 

"Ten…"

His ass was red and throbbing, and the man refused to soothe the stinging. Okay, so maybe Lu Han did anger him on purpose, but to come to physical blows? The other’s hand raised for another, but the pet grabbed his master’s wrist just as it was about to come down on his backside again.

"Don’t you think ten is enough, Sir?"

Mornings came and went, some slow and others a little too fast for Lu Han, but he much preferred the quick ones, probably because he hated mornings. They were much too symbolic of a new start, or at least they should have been, but all they really were happened to be constant reminders that every day is just the same as it was the day before.

This morning was no different.

In fact, this morning was such deja vu to the young student that he swore that the not-too-distant past was coming to haunt him. He was at the corner cafe, getting his usual muffin and coffee -- black, adding his own single packet of sweetener because he focused on the day more when he kept his beverage as natural as possible. The usually vacant spot by the window that he always occupied happened to be filled. Lu Han frowned. This wasn’t a sign to the start of a good day.

But he needed the area because that was the only table near an outlet for his laptop, plus it had the best view of the outside world. That seat was, in fact, the only seat that Lu Han ever wished to sit in when he was at the place (call it childish if you want, but the man was serious when it came to coffee, location, and writing all in one breath). Quietly he approached the table, now being used by a tall man wearing a suit. The writer’s eyes scanned over the other slowly and his lips traced over his bottom lip. He knew this person. Too well, at that. But before he would make any connection to the intruder verbally, he would ask for a favor.

{` coughs.}