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7. an angel

"Your room is right here darling." Han opened a white door to a large room, pulling his scared trade behind him as he walked around, showing him the bathroom and closet.

Minho barely listened as his eyes scanned over the spacious room, looking for any hints of torture equipment or anything remotely dangerous. He found nothing except for the gun that hung in one of Han's bodyguards hands and something machete-looking that had the other one threw over his shoulder.

He couldn't believe his captor would keep him in a place as luxurious as that. He expected basement or some blood filled room, like the one he spent his first night in being kidnapped. He would never expect something of the size of his apartment. So he was cautious.

"You are not to leave your room alone and there will always be two guards outside the door if you needed anything, but if you break my trust I will put someone inside with you to make sure you're behaving..." Han turned around so he was facing him and gave him a toothy smile that left a rather unsettling feeling bubbling inside of Minho's chest. Creepy.

"..questions?" Minho quietly took in his words, gaining his courage to finally speak up.

"What is my purpose here?" He asked, picking his words and tone of voice carefully. Han's eye's sparkled in excitement as it was the first time he heard Minho's voice and he was more than satisfied with the angelic sound of it. "To please my needs and obey my orders." He answered shortly, causing a wave of shivers to run down Minho's spine. He surely hated the sound of that.

Pleasure and obey. So was he a sex slave? A slave in general? Minho had no idea how he ended up in that situation, but he hated it. He was scared and anxious. Everything felt like a fever dream since the day he had got kidnapped.

"I'm a very short tempered person and I was lucky enough to inherit my fathers anger issues so please keep in mind, you don't want to anger me or disobey, because the punishment won't be pleasant.." Han pulled Minho closer by his collar and rested his hand on the latter's jaw.

"And I would hate to damage that pretty face of yours..." he paused for a few seconds, his eyes scanning Minho's face, for the little details he didn't get the chance of exploring earlier. "..bunny." He finally decided on the nickname his words causing Minho to hold his breath and freeze in his spot. He had never been called a sweet pet name in such a bone chilling way. This man sure was scary.

"Don't scare him so early on.." A new voice came from the doorway startling the both of them. Han pulled away that lost of contact causing Minho's body to relax a little.

"Why exactly are we sending them money? HJ fucked up and now he compensated it." The men spoke up again, walking into the room and Han tugged at Minho's leash to make him turn to face the doorway.

"Have you seen the man he found me? Look at him!" Minho averted his eyes to the ground not sure if he should feel honored or embarrassed, but it certainly felt awkward.

"He's handsome I guess, but that still doesn't mean HJ deserves money for him."

"You guess? Chan.." Han shook his head in disappointment, making the latter roll his eyes. "He isn't my type, but he's yours and that's good for you mate, but why do you want me to pay for him?" Minho's eyes watered at the name he used for Han, his mind spiraling to his brother who used it in every other sentence. Was he Australian too or was it just a coincidence?

"Why are you even asking me such things? Just do your job." Han dismissed him before turning his attention back to Minho who stood still, silent tears running down his cheeks. The realization of never seeing his brother again hit him harder than ever before and he hated it, because he had no idea if 'Han' would let that slide. He seemed kind of soft on the outside, that was until he dropped that scary smile of his and became serious.