Yes Master: A Markson Fanfic

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"Simple. I did work." I smile. I worked real hard in highschool.

"Yeah yeah. I'm going back to my game."

"Thanks for the information Jinyoung!"

"Master?"

Mr. Wang's eyes glide from his phone to my eyes swiftly as he drinks his coffee.

"Hm?" He hums in response.

"If you want to play with me master, you can. I'm not too sure about the game with the duck up the butt, but we can play." I bow and smile.

Mr. Wang slowly rests his cup down.

"Mr. Tuan, what in the hell are you talking about?"

"You said you wanted to play with me master. My friend told me what it means. He said it means you put a duck up a butt." I smile.

"A duck? You mean a dick?"

"That's the plural of duck right?"

Mr. Wang chuckles.

"What's so funny master?"

"The plural of duck." Mr. Wang laughs.

"It is master! Goose is geese and duck is that bad word."

"How is it a bad word if it's the plural of duck?" Mr. Wang questions.

"It's a rude term for guys pee sticks."

For the first time of this entire job, which it has been a month, Mr. Wang actually laughs.

His laugh makes me laugh. Who knew that such a cold, mean man can have such bright laughter.

"Pee sticks, that's a new one." Mr. Wang stands up after he finishes laughing.

"Where are you going master?" My feet patter behind Mr. Wang.

"Follow me."

I follow Mr. Wang as he goes up the stairs. He walks to the double doors and opens them.

"Come in."

I walk into his room. HE LET ME IN HIS ROOM! HOW NICE!

"Why are you smiling so hard?"

"You must trust me, right master? You let me in your room." I bounce.

Mr. Wang glances at me and faintly smiles.

"Is this where we play duck in the butt master?" I look around his well kept room.

Once again Mr. Wang's eyes turn darker.

"You're killing me." Mr. Wang mumbles, I barely hear him.

"What'd you say master?"

"Here." A wad of cash gets placed in my hands.

"Holy ghost. This....that's...a lot of money." I'm about to drool. I've never held this much money in my hands.

"For you to go shopping."

"Awesome." I continue to stare at the money.

"While you're out, buy yourself some clothes. You can't keep wearing ripped up clothes. It doesn't suit my palette."

New clothes..I haven't worn new clothes in a year.

Unconsciously, I hug Mr. Wang.

"Thank you thank you master!" I breath in a whiff of his cologne.

I feel Mr. Wang tense up.

"Oops. Sorry master. I got too excited." I apologize.

He probably doesn't want me touching him. COME ON MARK! YOU SHOULD KNOW BETTER.

"The driver is downstairs waiting for you. That's all the money I'm giving you. Spend wisely."

"Yes master!" I chirp.

A small smile rests on Mr. Wang's face.

I smile back.

Mr. Wang pats my head. He pats the messy blond mess called my hair.

"Stay like this kid."

"Stay like what master?" I ask.

"The way you are." Mr. Wang's small smile warms my heart.

"Ok master! Mark will never change!" I salute.

Mr. Wang grabs my wrist and twists it.

"OW OW OW!"

"Stop saluting. I told you this isn't the military." Mr. Wang's vice grip tightens on my wrist.

"Sorry master. I won't do it again."

Mr. Wang let's my wrist go.

"Good. Now go before rush hour starts." Mr. Wang hands me a black coat.

"What..." I look at the coat.

"Wear it. It's raining all day."

"Oh.." I put the huge coat on. Hehehe. It smells like Mr. Wang.

"I feel like a sumo wrestler." I giggle at the huge coat I'm wearing.

"You're tiny." Mr. Wang watches me giggle.

"I'm not tiny! I'm....no. I can't even fight for that. Oh wait! My thighs are pretty juicy." I raise the huge coat and pat the only meat on my body.

"Juicy you say?" Mr. Wang stares at my thighs.

"Yes...are you okay master?"

"I'm peachy. Go ahead and go." Mr. Wang's tone sounds almost bitter.

"Okay master! I'll buy the best groceries!" I run out his room, down the stairs, and into the garage where the driver is waiting.

Yay! I get to go shopping!

Pee sticks(;
Mark's going to go shopping? Nothing bad will happen right(((:
Thanks for reading!
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