"Don't worry, hyung, it'll be alright."
I really wished I could believe him. I feigned a smiling facade. "I'm sure it will, Jungkook." I put an arm around him. "You're so brave."
"You've always been the brave one, Jin-hyung." His expression grew grim. "What if whoever buys me is mean?"
"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. You know that."
"You can't do that forever. You're lucky you're so convincing."
I smirked. "Yeah, I am. Which is why I'm convincing you right now that everything will work out." I raised an eyebrow at him. "Got it?"
He nodded. "Got it."
"Jeon Jungkook!"
I froze. It's time.
He rested a hand on my leg before standing. "Relax, Jin-hyung. I'll be fine." Pushing back his shoulders, he confidently stepped onto the stage.
Two men forced him to his knees and cuffed him, and he did so without complaint. "Jeon Jungkook. 19 years old. 178 centimeters. 70 kilograms. He is a born-slave, and many recommendations have come from his previous owners of his submission. We'll start at 300."
Several hands went up in the crowd. The auctioneer called out the offers, the numbers reaching higher and higher. "I have 800, do I hear 825? Going once? Going twice-"
"1,000."
A gasp escaped the group of people as a woman pushed himself through the midst of them. She came to the front, and when I saw the evil smile on her face, I felt my heart stop.
No.
I refuse to let her buy him.
She is wicked. I should know. I was sold to her when I was ten years old, and stayed with her and her other slaves for ten more. And they weren't just ordinary slaves that did normal things like house or yard work.
Jungkook doesn't know that she runs the most well known whore house in the area.
And he sure as hell isn't finding out I was one of the main attractions.
Panic rose in my throat. She bided 1,000. No one can beat her.
"1,000! Going once?"
Anybody, please give me a miracle.
"Going twice?"
Please...
"Sold!"
The single word rang through the air. It made me physically wince. The woman stepped onto the platform, grinning evilly down at my little brother. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. The face of disgust in Jungkook's face made me want to race up there and punch her so hard all of the way too much makeup on her face falls off.
She grabbed one of his arms and dragged him off of the stage. They stood off to the side of the crowd, since every buyer is required to stay for the whole time slaves are being sold.
"Kim Seokjin!"
I winced when they laid hands on me and put the cuffs on too tight. I made sure that no one knows that Jungkook and I are related. So, I had him change his last name to Jeon. If they know he's my little brother, they could use that against me. No emotion could be shown on my face, and I made sure it stayed that way.
