Jimin was shivering as he stood in the waiting room, a cool breeze coming from the open door in which men in suits came through to claim their possessions. Those possessions being the young boys standing in little to no clothing. This would be the first time Jimin ever saw his master, and he was terrified, the words of his pimp still ringing in his ear.

An employee began to walk over to Jimin with a suited man behind him. In the short amount of freedom Jimin had left, he analysed his master. His master's dark brown hair was parted slightly in the middle and had been curled so that it fell in small waves. The intimidating man had a stony face and eyes which looked devilish. Jimin was surprised by how young the man was, fully expecting to have been bought by an old creep.

"Hello master," Jimin said, looking at the ground like he had been instructed to.

"Hello Jimin," Yoongi replied, causing the younger to look up abruptly at hearing his real name coming from the man's mouth; he had just expected to be called 'slave'.

Following his new master blindly, Jimin was taken to a car which was probably worth more money than he could even think of. The cold air outside caused his teeth to chatter, and he hugged his body as he sat down on the leather seats of the car. The sun was setting as they drove through the dark streets of Seoul, no word passing between them.

Yoongi felt awkward as he stared at the silent boy sat next to him, now slightly regretting his choice. His hands felt clammy as he held onto the steering wheel, and he avoided making any eye contact with Jimin. He tried his best to ignore the stifled crying from next to him.

Pulling up in front of one of the biggest houses Jimin had ever seen, Yoongi motioned for the boy to get out the car. Noticing the goosebumps rising on the slave's skin, Yoongi quickly ushered them both inside where they were greeted by his servant Mark.

"Hello Mr. Min, your dinner is ready whenever you want it. Do you want it served inside your office?" Mark was ignoring the curious occurrence of the young boy at his boss' side.

"No dinner tonight Mark, I have already eaten. Mark, this is a new slave. His name is Jimin."

Mark nodded and gave the boy a wide smile, trying his best to cover his surprise. His boss had always been a lonely man, and so to see him with someone was a huge surprise. Yoongi waved goodbye, and led Jimin up the winding staircase of the impressive mansion. Jimin traced his hands over the gold banister, keeping his gaze firmly fixed on the ground to avoid his tears falling.

"This will be your room, I would have made slightly more comfortable had I known you would be coming," Jimin noticed the awkwardness in Yoongi's voice.

"What do you mean?" The young boy asked, and Yoongi couldn't help but smile at the softness of his voice.

"I wasn't even planning on coming to the auction tonight but my friend dragged me along. I thought I might as well take advantage of the situation," his eyes scanned up and down Jimin hungrily, and Jimin looked down again, playing with the hem of his shirt.

Jimin had heard horror stories his whole life about slaves being forced to live in horrible conditions, and so he was relieved to see that he was staying in a modestly large room. There was a clean and comfortable bed, and he even had his own bathroom. He missed his childhood bedroom, the one he had stayed in before he was handed over to the state.

That was how the slave system worked. At 16 all those who came from the lower classes became property of the state, destined their whole lives to be slaves of some kind. He remembered being sent into a room which was full of older men. They asked him to strip down to his underwear, and through his tears he remembered them telling him that he was to be sold as a sex slave.

He looked over at Yoongi again. His master was young, good-looking, and he didn't seem horrible. It could have been a lot worse, Jimin thought to himself as he sat down on his new bed.

"There aren't too many house rules," Yoongi sighed, feeling as though his new slave wanted him to leave, "Just do as I say and don't try and run away. Disobey me and there will be consequences."

Jimin noticed the tiredness in his master's voice, and he was surprised that he wasn't meaner.

Yoongi left the room and ran his hands through his hair. He wasn't sure whether he had done the right thing. There was just something about the innocence in Jimin's eyes which made his heart break a little.

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