A/N: This chapter is going to be based around what mostly caused Taehyung's depression.

ON WITH THE STORY

TAEHYUNG'S POV

I watched Yoongi as he cried his eyes out. I put aside my own problems for a little while, and I sat on his bed holding him close as he cried and cried, his head on my chest, and his hands clutching my shirt. I wiped his newly dyed, mint green hair out of his eyes and he ended up crying himself to sleep. He fell asleep on my lap, and I fell asleep soon after, still embracing him.

*FLASHBACK ~ TWO YEARS AGO*

THIRD PERSON POV

Taehyung whined loudly as his owner prepared him to be auctioned off.

"Shut the fuck up and remember what you have been taught. Keep your mouth sealed, don't speak unless I tell you to, and don't try to run because I will not hesitate to put a bullet through your fucking ass. You hear me?" His owner warned.

Taehyung quickly looked up, nodded his head, then stood properly.

"And now, for the most wanted boy in this entire system. Kim Taehyung!" Taehyung slowly walked into the room. His nipples becoming hard at the extremely cold temperature, and his legs rubbing together. He was only dressed in a pair of tight boxers, nothing being left to the audience's imagination.

"Do we have a bid?" The host asked, way to enthusiastic for selling Taehyung to be used as a sex slave.

"100 dollars!" A man yelled standing up.

Everyone's face was covered, making Taehyung even more uncomfortable than he already was.

"100 dollars! Do we have another b-"

"2,000 dollars!" A man with raven hair yelled.

"5,000 dollars!" The man from before shouted.

"9,000 dollars!" The raven haired man yelled again.

"9,000 dollars! Do we have another bid?" The host yelled, excitement obvious in his voice.

"20,000 dollars!" The first man yelled.

"200,000 dollars!"

"500,000 dollars!"

"1.5 million dollars!" The raven headed man yelled angrily.

"1-1.5 m-million dollars going once! 1.5 million d-dollars going twice!... Sold to the man with raven hair!" The host stuttered, excitement still clear in his voice. Taehyung made eye contact with the man, nervously.

"Come back stage to claim your prize!" The host shouted.

Taehyung walked backstage nd waited. He saw the man with raven hair walk towards him quickly.

"Ok, Taehyung. Let's go." The man said dragging Taehyung out of the building by his wrist.

Taehyung obeyed and got in the man's car. The man snatched his mask off and swiftly took out his phone.

"Sir I have the location! Go now! Go, Go!" The man shouted into his phone.

Jungkook gave Taehyung a black hoodie from the back seat of his car. Taehyung flinched as he looked at the man, but put the hoodie on anyway, seeing as it was December.

"Listen, Taehyung, don't worry. I'm an officer. I'm here to help you. My name is Officer Jeon Jungkook. I'm going to bring you to the hospital and we are gonna get you checked out. While that happens, I have a few questions to ask, if that is ok with you."

Taehyung slowly nodded his head.

"Are you the last person in that building to be sold?"

"Yes."

"That's what we thought. Ok, I need your name and age." Jungkook said

"K-Kim Taehyung. I'm 21." Taehyung said quietly.

"Ok." Jungkook said.

~Two Hours Later~

Officer Jeon walked out of Taehyung's hospital room, his face showing a sad expression as his fellow officer, Officer Park walked up.

"Jimin, he has been trapped since he was 7 years old. His parents sold him and he has no one. He's petrified."

"Jungkook, you seem really caring towards him. Are you catching feelings for him?" Jimin asked.

"I've been on this job since the beginning of the year. I've had to watch him go through so many horrible things. I've watched him cry himself to sleep every single night and I've just had to sit there. I couldn't do anything until now."

"O-Officer J-J-Jeon?" Taehyung's soft voice interrupted the two's conversation.

"Yes?" Jungkook answered.

"I'm just a little dehydrated and underweight. I'll be fine... but... I have nowhere to go." Taehyung said, a tear slipping down his cheek.

"You can stay with me." Jungkook blurted.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

A/N: Well, this story is already bad... Anyway, I need a life.