SOLD [MarkHyuck]🥵

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For the first time in this past months, Haechan woke up to warmth. Marks arms were around the small of his back, his head resting on the olders bicep, taking a peek under the blankets he bit his lips, he was clean, they were clean. Tracing the olders body he blushed at the fact that he wasn't alone after sex.

"Has anyone told you that you are gorgeous?" Marks groggy gruff voice made the younger blush even darker. Those grey orbs so beautifully calm, the younger pouted.

"No master. Why are you........here?" Haechan bit his lips again with curiosity.

"I'm here because I wanted to cuddle. And............don't call me master anymore. It's Mark from now on. Hmm? Moms going to be home soon so you better get dressed baby." Marks thumb brushed over the swollen plump lips as he smooched them and got off to go pick his mother up from the airport.

"Mark." Haechan called the older shyly. Mark stopped at his tracks with a smile.

"Hmm?" He didn't want to show that he loved how his name sounded in that mellifluous voice.

"I just.......wanted to call you that." Haechan giggled shyly.

Marks mother gave out a very rich aristocrat kind of aura, he had on a nice sleek black V cut dress, black shades and silver hair, she wasn't that old yet she had the power to crush you, Haechan pulled on the velvet red dress, his flawless thighs out on its glory. Wearing his earrings he applied red lipstick. Having styled the red locks, he wore the jewelry Mark got for him, then proceeded to stand at the stairs waiting for the woman to ask for his presence.

"So......I've heard you've been playing around with a slut lately. Is it true? How is she?" The woman came in as he tried to sit on the couch of the massive mansion.

"It's a he mom. But cross dresses." Mark helped her out of her fluffy jacket. "Hmm.......he's yummy. And we behaved. If that's what you want to know." He rolled his eyes, the maids were back on duty so he gave the jacket away.

"Ah ha......Let me see him." She crossed her legs, her long black nails tapping impatiently on her knee cap.

As Haechan descended the stairs, his head held high, that graceful sway his hips had, adorned with hickeys and a thin gold necklace he looked gorgeous. His earrings nude and long. Truth be told the boy had long legs, the slit above his pelvic bones. Feeling the banister he made his way down with the velvet wined coloured dress.

"Gorgeous." Marks mother gestured Haechan to sit. He bowed, taking a seat next to the older, crossing his legs in such a way that limbs remained naked. The satin high heels going perfectly with the dress. "So darling, what's your name?" She lit a cigarette as she began smoking.

"Haechan." Haechan confidently stated, blushing when the older caressed his bare thighs.

"Your age?" She stood up, squinting her grey orbs at him, lifting his chin with the tip of her finger she smirked at the tattoo on the boys neck.

"19." Said Haechan, she nodded taking her seat back on the couch.

"Hmm......19. Legal enough to have sex aren't you darling? Well, I'm Marks mother, Madonna. You can call me.......Madam. Let's see if I approve of you first. Mark baby why don't you give us a few minutes hmm?" She blew her cigarette, the older squeezed his boys thigh then left.

"Now tell me. Haechan. How long were you at Ten's brothel? Was Mark your first man or how many men have you slept with or may ask how many other men have you had sex with? Previously before my son." It was most explicit question ever asked, Haechans red nails crushed his dress whilst he gripped them tight not to burst out crying.

"None. I'm just a pole dancer at the bar, I was raised there. All I know is, my friends who are like my brothers and Ten. That's all, I don't have a mother or father, I guess they thought they'd have a hard time trying to raise me so they left me at the door. Ever since then my world became the bar. We are provided very little clothing, we often sleep naked. I don't know why I'm blurting this out at you but you have such warm eyes like Mark I just can't help it. There are times I want to kill my self for dancing on a pole, sadly I don't have a choice but to be a pole dancer. I was SOLD to Mark, so we have sex all the time. I love it but it hurts so much I can't even function properly." For Haechans surprise, Madonna gave him a warm motherly hug, just like how Taeyong, Kun, Doyoung and Win-win gave him.

"Honey look, this business of liquor has made me see so many things. You might be Marks slut but you aren't open for everyone. Ten sells his boys to men, for sexual pleasure, that's what a brothel is. You are safe, here with Mark and me." She assured the boy with a smile.

"How can I be happy when my family lives a degrading life? I wish we had normal lives, where we could play, go to school, work at cute coffee shops, fall In love, choose who we wanted to give ourselves up for. To have our first with our special significant other.   To go out, laugh and dance under the rain, to be respected and loved. I wish I was normal. But I guess I'm not." Haechan stood up trying to go upstairs but when turned around a girl had her arms around Marks neck, her lips smashed on his. That was it, Haechan heard his heart break, poor boy didn't know why. He ran upstairs sobbing, the olders mother felt so sorry for Haechan she teared up badly .