Toy | bts x reader

4

We walk into a store full of uniform.

"So, what school will you be going to?" Jungkook asks.

"Seoul High."

"Oh cool, me too. Hopefully we'll have some classes together," he says as he gestures to follow him.

I bought the uniform with the money I had. Luckily, it was enough.

"When should I pay you back?" I ask Jungkook.

"Hm? Consider it as a welcome present hahah."

We walk outside the shop.
"Y/N! There you are! I was SO worried about you!" I turn around to see Myeong walking quickly towards us.

"Oh, mia-"

"Oh, who's your friend?" She asks, cutting me off.

"Annyeong! Nae iremeun Jungkook," he smiles.

"We met earlier, he's one of the police's sons. We'll be attending the same school," I say excitedly. "I bought my uniform so no need to worry about that"

"Okay, well, gomawo Jungkook for accompanying her, we'll be off now," Myeong says grabbing my wrist lightly.

"Bye Jungkook!"

"See you in school Y/N!"

We did see eachother in school. We became the best of friends. We tried to have a relationship but it didn't work out.

He left to go to college in America in January 2017. At least he got to spend time with me on my birthday. But why does everyone keep leaving me?

Then it happened. March 21 2017.

"Y/N. I've set clothes for you. Wear them. We're going out," auntie demands.

"Okay, aunt."

I look at the clothes and put them on.

I sigh.

"A tight skirt, a tight shirt and heels," I say disappointed.

"The shirt shows my non existent cleavage," I laugh.

"I hate these black stilettos."

I go to auntie Jess and she sprinces a LOT of perfume on me. I almost choke by the thickness of it.

She pushes me along into the car and she drives to a place I never thought of going to. I've only seen places like these in movies.

Streets are covered with acohol bottles. The aroma of cigarettes choke me. Looking around I can't help but notice people lying on the streets with weary eyes.

"What is this place?" I mutter quiet enough for myself to hear.

We soon arrive at a building and I step out of the car. I almost tripped until big hands caught me. I look up and I see him looking at me devilishly.

I realise where we are and why we're here.

She sold me to be a sex slave.

Trying not to cry, I blink and look around as I get out of the man's grip. Looking over my shaking shoulder, I find another man handing auntie a stash of money.