"Please let me put some clothes on," a sobbing Jimin pleaded with his boss, "I don't want to attract some creep. I'm begging you, please just sell me as a domestic slave!"

The blonde haired boy was kneeling at the feet of his boss who was adorned a sleek black suit to hide the distinct uneasy tension in the air behind the stage that something wrong was happening. All around Jimin other young boys stood in tight boxers, trying to touch up their abs with bronzer to make them look more impressive. They were ignoring his wails, fully accustomed to people trying their best to get out of their situation. They all knew it wasn't worth trying, it would never come to anything.

"Sell you as some cleaning lady for a few bucks compared to a sex slave I can make thousands off? Now, why would I do that?" The man laughed heartily and pulled the disheartened boy to his feet, pushing his hair out of his face, "You're so pretty, Jimin. I know I'm going to make a lot of money from you."

As Jimin was pushed into a lineup of naked boys and given a number, he sighed in defeat. He had known this was going to happen ever since he had been born. His mother had been a ferreus, and his grandmother, and his great grandmother. He came from a line of slaves, of illegitimate children, of shame. He had been told since he was little that his life would lead to being nothing more than a toy for someone to play with.

Wiping away angry tears, he tried his best not to attract attention from the boys around him. As a ferreus he was expected to have no feelings at all, but he couldn't help letting anger and sadness slip through occasionally. He had wished his whole life that he would be able to feel love, the kind he saw in films, but alas this wish had also been a waste of time.

The boys ahead of him were all filed out one at a time, and soon it was his time to go on stage in front of his potential buyers. His potential masters. Scrunching his eyes closed and swallowing the bile that had begun to rise in his throat, he walked out on stage.

The white lights were blinding at first, and the loud roars and lewd comments from the audience made his knees shake in fear. He couldn't make out any of the faces in the crowd of people, and he suppressed the urge to break out into tears.

"Here is our angelic Jiminnie!" The announcer shouted down the microphone before pinching Jimin's cheek, "What a beautiful boy! So innocent as well. Isn't it true that you're still a virgin, Jimin?"

"Yes," he replied shakily, his brow now sweating profusely as everyone was silent to listen to him speak.

"Such pretty lips you have Jimin," the presenter continued, "Maybe you could blow a kiss to the audience."

Feeling his stomach churn violently, he forced himself to oblige to the man's wishes, fearing the punishment more than the shame of selling himself. A few cheers erupted from the audience, the presenter smirked at him, his eyes hungry and full of violence.

"For such a specimen like Jimin, I think we should start bidding at $10,000!"

***

In the second row of the audience, Yoongi sat and stared at the petrified boy on stage. He is delectable, Yoongi thought to himself as he raised his paddle. His eyes wandered over the firm thighs that were being shown off by the tightness of Jimin's underwear, and then trailed to his toned torso which was now shiny with sweat. Looking around the room, Yoongi was confident that he could out bid anyone here.

Yoongi hadn't come to this auction on his own accord. Sat next to him was his best friend Kim Namjoon, who was grinning as he pushed Yoongi to continue putting up his paddle for Jimin. Namjoon had called two hours before and threatened Yoongi with posting embarrassing pictures of him on the Internet if he didn't come with him, and Yoongi thought it would be a waste not to take the opportunity and purchase someone. He had never considered having a slave before, but there was something about Jimin which he felt compelled to.

The price had risen to $500,000 before Yoongi eventually succeeded in his bidding, and Namjoon patted him on the shoulder. As Jimin was escorted off the stage, there was still intense fear in his eyes. This aroused Yoongi unexpectedly.

***

Jimin was shaking as he came off stage, his eyes now wide and afraid. He had been sold. His whole life had led up to this moment, but he had no knowledge about what was going to happen afterwards.

"Mr. Min bought you I see," Jimin's pimp sneered, handing the young boy a thin t-shirt to wear, "Have fun with that psycho."

"W-what do you mean?"

"A man who is ruthless in business is often a man who is ruthless in bed," the pimp winked at Jimin who felt cold dread covering him.

He should have run away, run far far away from this place. Run until he couldn't see the skyline of the city which had so cruelly hurt him.

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