Yoongi felt like he was eighteen again. Memories came back like bullets, and he sat in his room and took them.

***

Eighteen, homeless, kicked out by his parents. They told him that he was lucky that he came from an affluent family, because at least he would never become a ferreus. However, they couldn't tolerate his attitude. They couldn't stand his rudeness and arrogance, and so he was left to fend for himself in a world that wasn't made for people like him. People who didn't fit the mould.

That was when he had met Hoseok. The elder had noticed Yoongi in a bar one night where Yoongi was working to try and scrape enough money together to carry on living in the hostel he was staying at.

"You look awfully young to working somewhere like this," Hoseok had remarked when Yoongi served him a whiskey, and Yoongi just smiled and continued on with his job.

But Hoseok was persistent. He came every night, and slowly Yoongi found himself becoming more comfortable in the man's presence. One night very close before the bar was closing, Hoseok gave Yoongi the proposition which would change his life.

"I own a brothel down the road, someone like you could make $1,000 a night if you wanted. I have some of the richest clients in the city," Hoseok said with one eyebrow raised, his eyes raking up and down Yoongi's body.

The young boy shook his head, his cheeks flushing at the thought. The idea of selling his body was one that had never crossed his mind, regardless of the fact that he could make the same as a month's wage in one night. Hoseok merely shook his head and laughed, slamming his drink down on the table a little too hard and walking out the bar.

The next day, Yoongi was fired. He wasn't told why. All he knew was that he needed to scramble to find some way of keeping himself alive - and fast.

That was how he found himself on the doorstep of Hoseok's brothel, reluctantly pushing the doorbell and allowing himself to be immersed into a world of darkness. Hoseok greeted him at the door with a smirk on his face and ushered him in, leading him into a room which already had paperwork on the table for Yoongi to sign. It was like he had known he was coming.

With a heavy heart, Yoongi signed the contract which essentially gave his body away to Hoseok. And just like that, he was no longer a human anymore. He was a toy.

In a world where sex slaves could be purchased like bread, Yoongi wondered why anyone would come to a brothel.

"It's all in the appeal of losing yourself for one night, being anyone you want to be," Hoseok told Yoongi one night, pouring the younger a glass of whiskey which slid down Yoongi's throat easily now.

He had soon taken to alcohol to numb the pain he felt. To numb the feeling of dirtiness which invaded his cells everytime he slept with some old man or perverted bastard.

"Suck me off," Hoseok had said after that, pushing Yoongi's head down to his crotch.

This had become standard procedure for Yoongi. Hoseok treated him like his own property, taking large cuts of Yoongi's earnings and in return Yoongi was given free accommodation and food. It wasn't what Yoongi wanted for his life, but it was better than sleeping on the streets. Although there were some nights where he lay and stared out the window, Hoseok's arm wrapped lazily around his naked body, where his eyes would glisten with tears and he thought about running away.

He was scared of what was out in the real world. While he hated living inside the brothel, it protected him. He had food, shelter, a shower, a purpose of some sorts. Who knew what was lurking outside the grimy walls.

But at 21, after working for Hoseok for three years he had earned enough to make a new life for himself. And so he left. Hoseok had begged, threatened, forcefully tried to keep Yoongi in the building. But he had still left.

It was the beginning of his new life.

***

He thought about Jimin upstairs. Had he really made the younger's life better? He had been able to live with himself all this time because he told himself that any other master would have treated Yoongi like an object. They would have abused him, ruined him.

But maybe Yoongi was no different to Hoseok.

Maybe he had simply become the man he hated.

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Sorry for the short update, I thought it would be good to just give some insight into Yoongi's past :)