The Stairway

@taemin [butler] Hyungseok allowed Taemin to touch his nose, even though he felt the need to turn the boy around and kick him out the window when he did. "Hurts!" he yelled, retracting his head and grunting as he did so.

He carefully eyed the boy as he created the ice pack and chuckled softly, taking it and sitting down on the bed, putting it on his face slowly as he could feel it's going to hurt.

"Dammit it really hurts. Didn't you get hurt?" he asked, wincing and groaning from the ice cold feeling against his bruise. 'Oh why me? This is so pathetic.' he thought, rolling his eyes at himself.

@park hyungseok "Don't move strain your face so much." Taemin simply stated with a matter-of-fact tone, placing the silver shining platter of assorted fruits and chocolate syrup dipping on the table nearby, which lay covered with a white cloth, such a pure color in an ironically evil location. Arms free, the skinny butler skittered closer towards the other and leaned in a bit to inspect the damage; one slender digit extending and trailing softly along the bridge. Using his resources, the surroundings and environment around him, Taemin drained out the iced beverage so that only the solids remain in the glass. He dumped the contents-ice-into a small towel that hung on the master bathroom doorknob, tying up the ends and creating a homemade ice pack for the fellow servant. He extended his arm with the ice pack at hand. "The cold should numb the pain."

@taemin [butler] Turning his attention to the butler being whipped, Hyungseok could only groan in response. If that was him, he'd /never/ let a master treat him like that. He'd always try his best to fight back. What kind of person fears such a lazy person anyways? They never do anything so you already have an advantage, jeez.

As he looked back at Taemin, he rolled his eyes at the copper haired butler who seemed to be a bit frightened by it all. Realizing that they're mistake could get them in trouble as well, he pulled the boy by the wrist down the hall, disappearing in a room where they wouldn't get caught.

"The last thing I need is to be punished by that jackass." he said, rolling hie eyes as he touched his nose, a black bruise forming as it seemed to be either broken or fractured. ... this was so annoying.

"Yah, Lee. Take responsibility for this!" he said, speaking making him wince in pain as his nose hurt and stung enough to make him let a few tears fall from his eyes.

"ing , that hurt." he said a bit softly, groaning and sighing.

@park hyungseok With a blank stare, Lee Taemin turned towards the direction of his accidental victim, now entirely facing the other butler as he silently inspected the damage done. One hand extended and tenderly d the sensitive cartilage. Despite not speaking a single word, the feminine butler expressed his apology through the soft twinkling in his deep brown eyes. Retracting his hand, Taemin suddenly bowed, lifting himself up just in time to witness the terrible screeching of another butler. Blood curdling as it echoed throughout the entire mansion, the slave who had dropped the platter with crude red streaks all along his bare back, exposed and humiliated as the master chuckled darkly-looming over the helpless uke. Spectators watched dumbfounded and wide eyed, unable to turn away as another sound of a quick cut through air, followed by the sickening sound of flesh marked for eternity. The slave in tears as many sadistically stood watch but didn't dare get involved, afraid for their own sake, empathy and sympathy not winning in the end.

@taemin [butler] As everyone tussled about the entire house, preparing things for the day so the masters can be at utmost comfort, Hyungseok was also rummaging through the crowd as he carried a tray full of served champagne to serve the alcoholic masters as their breakfast juice. From the corner of his eye he saw one of the butler's slip for a second but he wasn't mindful of it and continued on his way, taking the tray to the dining room before coming back out to go back into the kitchen to begin cutting up some fruit.

On his way back from the dining room, Hyungseok experienced a little accident as well thanks to the riffraff of servants. He turned a corner as he speed walked and bumped into something, hitting his face against the unidentified object or person and hitting his nose pretty hard, enough to bruise.

"!" he yelled out as the pain came in, making him groan and fist his hands from the painful throbbing. He opened his eyes to see what it was he hit himself with and found it to be just another one of the servants, making him scoff. "Dammit Lee. Watch where you're going!" he said, holding his nose bridge from the pain of the impact.

[is that godmodding? orz i don't know xD]

@park hyungseok Squeaks and quiet skitters across the reflective marble floor echoed throughout the mansion halls as maids, butlers and slaves alike bustled around tending to the needs of the higher status individuals living within the deceiving beautiful residence. A crystal chandelier hovering above all that walked beneath, symbolizing both clarity and tainted reflection in such a dark foreboding territory. Zeroing in on a particular male behind the scenes, there stood a long haired skinny figure in the midst of the chaos. Carrying an elegant polished silver platter in one hand with requests from a certain head of the house; the hired help contrasted in both expression and attitude as he slowly tread up the grand staircase to offer his 'services' to the next demanding master. Suddenly, the clatter of silverware hitting the floor and tainting the flawless waxed surface echoed through the entire room and caused an anxious silence to arise. Lee Taemin nearly lost his footing on one of the steps, turning his head and gasping softly when he felt that he was about to collide with the hard floor. One arm reached out to steady himself as the butler skillfully balanced the silver platter upon the palm of one hand- chaos reigning once more and hired help dispersing in different directions to accomplish their tasks. The hushed crowd now back to normal and wanting to stay for their sick curiosity of seeing one of their own being punished for clumsiness, meanwhile Taemin quietly composed himself a safe distance away from the drama at the foot of the stairs, looking down upon the subjects like royalty on the top steps.