His Very Own Brat

Brat

A/N: Do you like parties? Me, I don't like crowded places but I occasionally drink (when there's a birthday of a loved ones or if I'm at home)

Enjoy this story.

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"Finished already?" Tae notes wryly.

"Hell, yeah. Got to move on." Tee Jaruji gives him his trademark flashy smirk, all charm and no substance. "There's a party at the suburbs that I want to head to. Let's go."

Tae stands still. He is so sick of this, of standing guard in the hotel room next door listening to the moans while this walking STD screws another dumb bimbo. Going off to yet another brash, hollow, without substance party so the boy can hunt down more hole. "Did she even notice you'd been in and out?"

"Are you telling me, I don't know how to show a girl a good time? Tee Jaruji has a hell of a name in bed!" The boy bats his eyelashes.

Tae stares down at his shoes. He's had to start from rags twice already, once ploughing himself out of the poverty of he was a child, once when his military career went down in hellholes. He shouldn't say this, he really shouldn't. He needs this job, it's an easy money, secured and well paid, just following rich-boy around. But he is so over of it all.

"I'm saying that you could have a toothpick for a prick and those girls would still be moaning about what a stud you are. It's the Jaruji trust fund that's getting them off, not your imperfect skills."

"Fuck you. You can talk to me this way! I can fire you, you know. In just a snap of my fingers." Tee bragging up to him and snaps his fingers right up close in front of Tae' eyes.

Oh yes, another career going down but if he's going down, he's going to tell this party-brained a few truths first. "You can't fire me. I'm hired by the fund trustees. You astound no one other than a few dumb ass strawberry scented bimbo who just knows to moan and scream the name of an imbecile like you."

The boy was stunned. Clearly nobody talks to him in this manner. Another time, another day, Tae would feel sorry for him. Father died before he was born, mother in and out of rehab during the course of his youth, brought up alone in that mansion by the butlers and maids. Tae knows why he jumps from party to party, rolled from bed to bed. Anything is best than being home.

But the boy knows nothing, nil, naught, zero about diligence, about real agony, about endless brawl in life. And with the inheritance that has him set for life, he never will. Tae has been through too much himself to waste empathy on the lazy brat.

"You're just envious!" taunts Tee. "None of those pretty girls are ever going to look your way!" In fact plenty of them bat their eyes at Tae, thinking some bit-of-rough action with the bodyguard. He has no notice of those.

"I've no need to fuck plastics. If I want to fuck..." he looks straight into Tee's wide blue eyes as he speaks "...if I want to fuck I'll fuck a man and I'll fuck him hard. And he'll like it."

Tee looks dumbfounded for a second, and then laughs his aren't-I-pretty laugh, head tossed back. "Oh right, so you want me too. Well, join the line but don't hold your breath, I usually don't do the hired help."

Tae breaths humorlessly. "I wouldn't fuck you if you were the last human being on the planet. The only thing I'd do with you is put you over my knee and smack you." And he means it, if the boy had been shown a bit more discipline as a child, give a few more limitations, he might not be the waste of space that he is today. Tae has seen his test scores, he knows how smart this child is, and he is wasting it all away in a whirl of alcohol, drugs and sex. "Someone should have taken you in hand years ago."