HATE TO LOVE YOU || TAEKOOK || JIKOOK || MAFIA AU

[𝓔𝓷𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 ]²

"OPEN THE DOOR-- GET ME OUT OF HERE FUCKERS--" echoed the anguished cries of the boy, furiously pounding on the door of the room where he was being held captive.

A whole day had passed since he was drugged and forcibly kept captive. Because he had been walking homeless on the road, carrying his suitcase, when a car stopped nearby. Two burly men emerged, and they forcefully drugged him. The boy tried to resist, but he couldn't fight back as another man injected a drug into his neck from behind. Soon after, he blacked out.

Now, a day later, the boy remained in the dimly lit room, tears flowing as he continued to plead for freedom, his fists contiuesly beating against the unyielding door.

Left alone by his parents in his early years, boy faced many hardships of life without their support. The pain only deepened when his dearest grandmother, the only family he had, passed away three years ago.

Since her departure, life had become an unbearable struggle. Bullied and molested in school, the torment followed him everywhere.

Using the savings his grandmother had left for him, he managed to secure admission to a university. Seeking solace in Seoul, he moved to the university hostel/dorm , where he was subjected to further harassment.

His exceptional beauty became a curse for him, drawing unwanted attention and mistreatment from male fellows.

After filing complaints with the faculty, the university's dean, citing the influential political backgrounds of those wealthy badasses, expelled boy from the hostel.

Forced to leave the dorm, the boy had to survive in an unfamiliar city. For a year, he struggled in a one-room apartment, doing a convenience store job that barely covered his expenses.

The rent was consistently overdue and the landlord, unsympathetic to his struggles, always threatened to throw him out. And when boy managed to scrape together the amount for three months' overdue rent, the landlord actually threw him out, because a supposedly better-paying guest had been found.

"P-please~ let me go," the boy whimpered, his weakened body on the verge of surrender after days without food. And in a sudden burst, the door swung open, revealing the club manager accompanied by two guards.

Rising limply on his feet, the boy struggled to glare, his gaze meeting the manager's stern expression.

"L-let me go. I don't want to stay here," he said with a subtle voice.

"Aww, princess doesn't want to stay here?" the manager mocked, breaking into laughter and the men behind him joined in, while their filthy gazes fixated on the helpless boy.

"Listen here, you have a sufficient amount of loan on yourself, bitch. Return me my money, and I'll let you go," the manager smirked, fully aware of the boy's financial inability to repay the debt promptly.

The boy felt an overwhelming regret for choosing this club for employment, but in his helpless state, there seemed to be no way out.

"P-please don't do this. You said I can return the loan in a few months. I beg you, please let me go. I'll return it as soon as possible," he pleaded desperately, but the manager only laughed, mocking him further.

Closing in on the boy, the manager towered over him with a sinister glint in his eyes.

"Keep these beggings for your customers, baby boy. You're gonna need them," he whispered near the boy's ear.

Disgusted by the lewd reference, the boy shook his head in denial.

"You cannot force me. I won't do anything like that," he declared, distancing himself from the manager.