Anime characters/kpop idols x reader one shots

{Dazai Osamu x reader }[Bungo stray dogs] My one and only

First one;last one
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Consists of three main parts: chosen, confession, gone

---chosen---

"Choose three of them"

Standing in a horizontal line, next to familiar faces i've seen in nearby prisoner cells, i stayed still, head down.

A rather tall, slender young man stood upon me, lifting my chin up by a stick, as if i am a filthy being.

"This one?"

"Yes" the young man replied.

He reached out his bandaged arm and held me, bringing me close to his side.

"Anymore?" The manager asked,"you've got two more choices" he snickered.

"No, one is more than enough." Was his reply.

This is hell. This is a place filled with nothing but hate, and everything negative. People were traded from places to places, from time to time. Lived in cramped conditions and is treated like animals. We are treated like objects. We are the toys for these people living up high in society.

I am among one of those prisoners.

My name is (y/n).

Desperation, cries of pain, loneliness, hopeless. That's who i am. In fact, that's who everyone in this prisoner cell is. No one is there to help us. No light is to shine above our heads. We have nothing.

This is Port Mafia

We were not permitted to exist in this cruel world.

And today, we were lined up in a horizontal line, ready to be chosen by filthy men full of greediness, and to be touched by those bloody hands of them.

We were prizes for the good job they've done, or rather, the mission they've completed.

Fear to be chosen. We all know what will happen to use once we're chosen. We will be forced to do things we are not willing to do. We will be punished. We will become slaves.

Silent tears cried inside me as i was chosen. I had never seen this young man before.

I am scared.

"Are you sure? Dazai-kun?" The man in suit, seeming to be in quite a high status said,"is one really enough?"

"Yes" the young man replied once more, this time, he answered with firm and with no hesitation.

He left the room, as i was taken to the "preparation room" and will then be "wrapped", just like presents.

"Change into this" the manager held up a long scarlet dress, " and wear this, Dazai-san picked this for you."

"Who's Dazai-san?" I asked

"He's the one who picked you as his prize for completing his missions, stop these nonsense and change up quickly, he might get impatient." The manager replied.

Perhaps the only person in this world to actually treat us prisoner with slight respect is the manager, perhaps its just came from sympathy.