𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐄.

❝hyung, can't we get out of this place?❞ young jisung huffed at his cell mate as he sadly shook his head. well, jisung didn't do any crime. he was just seventeen. (say the name!) but since his mother was a well known criminal, he was born in this place, raised by hunks and drug dealers. it wasn't that bad, but jisung wanted to explore. he wanted to know more about the world beyond the cells.

❝you can't do this to me! i am your second son, can't you tell gege to do it instead?❞ chenle was a rich kid, yet he was very down-to-earth. he loves his family, but they're making marry some men twice his age. for what? of course, for money. although his parents were one of the richest people anyone could meet, they wanted more. and that's what the forty year-old can give. chenle wanted to live a normal life.

❝oi, you can't do that here. give me the money or you don't get the weed. ❞ mark pointed at the bag of illegal substance. the boy in front of him bit his lip, contemplating on spending his money, after all, it is expensive. mark smirked as he checked his watch. he could keep the weed after all. ❝ten seconds' over deal's off.❞ he swung his backpack over his shoulder, running away and laughing like crazy.

❝money for the poor- a-ack!❞ donghyuck was homeless. his parents died the night he was five, then he was raped at twelve, the rapist pick-pocketing him and his father's credit card gone. after just getting hit by a random man on the streets with a rock, he held back his tears and continued to beg for money, he learnt to be strong, he knew no one would protect him. maybe if he earned five dollars today he might just be able to buy some bread.

❝look at you! all grown up.❞ his parents clapped as he turned around in his new suit. jeno hated the fact he was rich. he wanted to have adventures and fall in love. not this, taking over his father's company—lee co. would be the last thing he'd do. he wanted to be free, not fake smiling at all the reporters he'd see, not kissing some girl just because his father said so. he didn't want to be controlled anymore.

❝ugh, i gained some weight. ❞ jaemin checked himself out in the mirror. he needed to be perfect, always. he needed to have an apple hip, small waist, thick thighs and slim torso. 'nana, your up next!' a girl shouted, making him put on his bunny ears and went behind the curtains. like jisung, jaemin was raised here, but he was a forbidden child in the club, so his stripper mother abandoned him there, in the middle of a snowy winter night. he grabbed onto the silver pole, gripping on it harshly as he whispered to himself, ❝you were made for this, na jaemin.❞ but he wanted so much more than to grind on the pole.

❝huang renjun, it's lunch! eat or starve.❞ his aunt angrily yelled at the fragile boy. he had a perfect life, parents who loved him, teachers that adored him. but he just had to get a driver's license, crashing his car and killing both his parents on the way to a campsite. he traced the burn marks on his arms and thighs, as memories replayed vividly. his aunt grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking him downstairs. his aunt hated his gut, he's okay with it though, since he's the reason her sister died anyway.

what if fate brought them together?

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