The doll || Park jimin.

1) The purchase

I pulled the faded jacket closer to my skin trying to block out the chilly air. Making my way to the market. My eyes wondering on the fresh produce fiddling with the few coins I had managed to save up in a weeks worth. I had almost made 2 dollars and boy was I lucky.

Ever since my parents where murdered in the last village I was forced to flee and find a new one. This one being peaceful and so far no attacks had been reported due to the new security which consisted of buff men armed and ready to shoot

. "TAKE HOME THIS YOUNG BOY" a rough voice hollering across the market breaking my thoughts completely as I frowned in disgust. "Low price willing to negotiate" the man shinning an evil smile as he had caught me starring. I starred at the small fragile boy as he stood there shirtless in the cold weather. Shivering as the man taunted him.

Bringing his small arms around him attempting to create warmth only to be whipped by the man roughly causing tears to swell up on him as he put his arms down. "Low price for the doll, I'll negotiate" he hollered once more as people walked by giving dirty looks yet noone stopped to help the young one. It was way too cold for the boy to be stripped to no clothing at this rate he'd die.

I shook my head refusing to buy a human, these weren't my intentions, I came here to buy something so I wouldn't starve. Crossing the street making eye contact with the boy. His eyes showing his humiliation i attempted to walk away but i couldn't just leave him.

His pleading eyes locked on me. "You said low price?" I asked the man as I bit my lip still conflicted on weather what I was doing was right. "How low?" He thought to himself. "10 dollars"

i didn't have that much. That was more than what i'd possibly make in a months worth that's if I was lucky. "You said you where willing to negotiate" I spoke fiddling with the 3 dollars I had in my pocket. "2.75?" I asked. He frowned at the price. "3" he tested. Throwing the money at him as he threw the kid at me. "He's yours" he mumbled before running off.

The boy stumbling on to my arms , followed by a chain of repetitive "sorrys" as he gently stood up right, although it seemed like he didn't like the thought of pulling away. Taking his hand you sighed as you had only managed to get half a gallon of milk due to the boy.

But at this rate you where used to small portions.