All I Have (Open, VERY Mature)

Rhylee stomped his foot, his young, androgynous face contorted with a petty anger. Crossing his arms over his thin chest, he protested, “I’m not doing it until manager gets here!” Rhylee was all of seventeen, but acted like he wasn’t even half that old. His parents were both rich and famous actors. He has two older siblings, a sister that was a scientist and a brother that was an investor, and two younger siblings, twin sister that were both models in the making.



As things stood, he was given everything he wanted by his family, except for the attention that he craved. That was the main reason he had started acting, because he loved knowing that other were watching him. There was very, very little that he loved more than that. One of those things was his manager, who focused only on him. The male gave him all of the attention he demanded and more. Rhylee had long since realized that his feelings for the male were one sided and the other’s attention was based on money, but he was still possessive and selfish and in love with the man. There was nothing else that he cared about.



Even though Rhylee wanted to be on set and acting, he first wanted to see his manager. Stubbornly refusing anything else, even his beloved cat Mimi. Several small time workers frantically ran around, trying to get everything that he could possibly ever ask for. As his arms wrapped tightly around his torso, he stomped his foot again he shouted, “I DON’T WANT THAT CRAP! GET ME MY MANAGER!”



Everyone told him that his manager wasn’t at the studio yet, but Rhylee didn’t care. There was plenty of time for his scene, so he didn’t care. If he couldn’t get what he wanted, they would threaten to fire him, but his fathered owned half of the company and would find a way to smooth things over.



It was the way things always went. Rhylee would act normal for a few minutes and then once he got bored with it, he would throw a fit and keep at it until he got what he wanted or he was in trouble. Then, he would still get what he wanted and either his parents or his manager would smooth it over. Sure, he’d get in trouble by them for a while, but it didn’t last and he didn’t worry about it. All that mattered was getting his own way.



“Rhylee, please,” one of the blond nobody’s pleaded. In her arms, the silver and black form of the two thousand dollar cat, Mimi, was huddled. “Please, what do you want?”



“Get me my manager!” he repeated, not shouting this time, but still stomping his foot like an angry three year old. When the girl just gapped blankly at him, he turned away and screamed wordlessly. The scare tactic worked and she darted away, apologizing profusely.

Abruptly, the room was empty, since he had scared everyone away. Rhylee looked around him and laughed to himself. It was always so much fun to stir things up to the point that no one knew what they were supposed to be doing. He knew that he was going to get yelled at and lectured later, but he didn’t mind. The attention was what he wanted. Even if it was negative, all of the attention was on him and that was all that he wanted.



There was the sound of the door opening behind him and he sulked loudly, “If my manager isn’t here, I don’t want to hear from you people!”

“Well then I’m glad I’m your manager. Why are you causing a fuss, Rhylee? I told you I’d be here. Now come on, let’s finish this.” Jin walked over patting the boy on the head smiling at him. His white teeth sparkling as the light hit them. He leaned down kissing Rhylee on the cheek, marvaling at how soft his cheek was. He patted the boy playfully, shoving enough to tilt the chair to get him up. “You know your father’s going to be mad you screeched like that. I’m sure they’ll end up complaining that you’re never happy.”

Jin pushed his silver hair out of the way, tempting to braid it as his blue green eyes sparkling as he spoke to Rhylee. He had been in the doorway as Rhylee had screeched, holding his hands slightly to his ears to keep them from hurting. He had been managing Rhylee since the boy had debuted as an actor. He liked Rhylee, he wouldn’t deny it, but only as a brother. Those were the words that would come out of his mouth. Those words that were only partly true. He had met Rhylee when he had started working for the boys parents. He had come after his sister and mother had been killed in front of him in a car accident. It had hurt him, but he kept that bottled away, showing no one, telling no one. He didn't really talk about his past, prefering to forget about it.

Rhylee didn't answer, heading for the house. It was none of Jin's concern if he was fasting or not...well, actually, it was his job to be concerned, but Rhylee didn't care, since he knew his own limits. As soon as the door was open, Mimi jumped into Rhylee's arms and he nuzzled the she-cat, whispering to her in Russian, knowing Jin didn't understand a word that he was saying. As he talked to her, he walked up the stairs to his room, glancing back at Jin every few steps. There was already a suit case waiting for him, though nothing was packed, obviously the work of one of the maids.

Rhylee flipped down some of the pictures of him and Jin before the other walked into his room, knowing that it would probably weird him out. Mimi climbed onto his shoulders as he walked around, grabbing his favorite outfits out of his giant closet and then his cosmetics from his bathroom. Once it was all packed, he turned to Jin and told him, "You need to call the vet and tell him we're coming once you get packed."

Rhylee went back into his closet and came out with a cat carrier, which Mimi was content to climb into. His focus was on the small feline and a gentle smile played at his lips as he petted her through the bars and carried her down the stairs towards the car. He automatically assumed that Jin would grab the suitcase for him.