Yes Master: A Markson Fanfic

Comfort

Mark POV

"Here you go master. 50,000 won in change." I rest the remainder of the money on the table in front of Mr. Wang.

Mr. Wang slides the money back to me.

"Keep it."

"Seriously? You're kidding right?" I almost fall down because of the shock.

Holy moly. I have a good bit of money! Maybe I can move out of Jinyoung's house into an apartment.

"Thank you master!" I jump with happiness.

Mr. Wang opens the fridge.

"You brought everything you need?" He asks as he shuts the fridge.

"Yes master!" I almost salute but I stop myself.

"Good." Mr. Wang walks into the living room. He sits on the couch.

"Hey master? Can I ask you something?"

"Sure." Mr. Wang closes his eyes.

"Do you know what a strip club is?"

Mr. Wang opens his eyes. He slowly turns to face me. His hand pats the couch.

"Come sit Mr. Tuan."

I sit down next to Mr. Wang.

"Why do you ask these questions?" Mr. Wang sounds almost irritated.

"I'm curious master."

"Curiosity killed the cat you know."

"You're saying I'm going to die?" I'm worried. I don't wanna die!

Mr. Wang sighs deeply.

"Why do you want to know what a strip club is?"

"Because someone told me a joke today and I didn't understand. I don't know what strip club is." I explain.

"What kind of joke involves a strip club?"

"I asked the man where to find the meats and he said at a strip club." I tell Mr. Wang.

"Are you kidding me? That's a terrible joke." Mr. Wang scoffs.

"But I still wanna know what it is master." I whine.

"A strip club is a place where horny bastards drink and watch naked people dance on poles." Mr. Wang explains.

"What? NAKED? That's unhealthy. How can you dance on a pole? What does horny mean? Is it another way to say devil? Cuz the devil has horns. Or is it talking about a bu-"

Mr. Wang puts his hand over my mouth.

"Hush. Like I told you before you're innocent. A strip club is a bad place for you okay? Got it?" Mr. Wang removes his hand from my mouth.

"Okay master."

Mr. Wang leans on the couch and shuts his eyes. He seems tired. Well he didn't come back till 12 last night from work.

My shift ends at 10 but I was worried, so I stayed until he came back.

"Master? If you're tired you should rest in your room."

Mr. Wang's eyes barely open.

"Yeah you're right." Mr. Wang gets up.

He stumbles a little as he walks.

"Master?" I follow Mr. Wang as he continues to fumble.

"I'm fine. I just need to rest." He waves me off.