Priceless Possession | Taekook

1. Who are you?

In a nerve-racking life of Taehyung, he never bothered to know any of his clients' name. Well he does have his own names for each one of them like "the grumpy one", "the sloppy one", "the annoying one", "the d!ckhead", "the fat a$$," "the smelly sh!t", and so on. Everything is set and assigned by his father and all he does is go to the client and get done with his job. However, even though he doesn't know anyone's real name, he definitely remembers all their faces.

The day of the auction arrived like a storm, dark and suffocating. "Are you waiting for someone to strip you? Get everything off, it's almost time for the auction," his father demanded, his voice cold and commanding, as it always was. Taehyung flinched at the harshness, but he was used to it by now. Slowly, he began to move, his hands reaching for his clothes, but something in him hesitated. There was a question he had never dared to ask before, and it weighed heavily on his heart.

"Abeoji," Taehyung's voice trembled as he spoke, barely able to get the words out. "I know it's a non-relevant question, but will you ever miss me? I mean, you won't be able to earn any more money through me. Wasn't I your precious asset?"

For a moment, there was silence, and Taehyung held his breath, hoping—foolishly, perhaps—that there might be a flicker of something, anything, in his father's eyes. But then, his father's face twisted into a cruel grin, and a harsh, mocking laugh erupted from his lips.

"Miss you?" his father scoffed, his voice dripping with disdain. "You really think I would miss you? You're nothing but a tool, a means to an end. Precious asset? Maybe at one time, but you're just a burden now—one I'm more than ready to be rid of. The only thing I'll miss is the money I used to make from you. I hated you when you were born and I still hate you. You are a whore who I would never call as my son. Once a whore, you will always be a whore. Be a good pet to someone, otherwise just kill yourself, I don't care anymore. Whoever is buying you tonight, you are their headache from now on." He left his son alone to greet his 'valuable' guests.

The number of bidders were approximately 85. Yes, Taehyung had slept with all these 85 men and few women for the past 17 years. As per few of their request, his father made sure the invite was exclusively sent only to his clients and not anyone outside. No new person could be part of this auction tonight.

In short all of these people had used the product before purchasing it. Taehyung was led to a room where he was stripped of the last remnants of his modesty. His body, frail and trembling, was laid bare under the harsh lights, his every flaw and curve exposed to the eyes of those who had come to claim him. His previous clients gathered, their gazes hungry and predatory, as they assessed him like livestock on display. There was no mercy in their eyes, only a cold, calculating desire to possess him.

Taehyung stood there, his heart pounding in his chest, feeling more alone than ever before. His tears had long since dried up, leaving behind a hollow emptiness that consumed him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you accepting the invite and coming here this evening. As you all had been informed, an auction has been arranged to sell this man beside me. Who ever is the highest bidder takes him home with them tonight. I have already handed a clear cut terms and conditions for the bidding. Please remember, only those who have liquid cash can bid. I will not accept any cheques or online transactions." Kim Seonho addressed the crowd.

Taehyung kept his head down, eyes on the floor, hands covering his crotch. It's not like they haven't seen but he wanted to keep his last ounce of dignity.

The auctioneer announced the commencement of the bidding starting at 1 M KRW. Soon it fired up the entire room. The auctioneer's voice rang out, calling for bids, each one a nail in the coffin of what little hope Taehyung had left. He was no longer a person—he was a commodity, a prize to be won by the highest bidder.