Found (Kim Seok Jin x child reader)

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Your POV

"Wake the fuck up kid, your being moved to Korea" The man said as he kicked me. With tears in my eyes I stood up, hoping he wouldn't see them. "Hey don't cry your going to make me cry- NOT" and he kicks me again, twice as hard, but not hard enough to break anything. He threw me some bread and a water bottle told me to eat and something about leaving in 10, what ever that means. He left and I quickly started to eat, 14 years old... what did I do to deserve this. After 8 minutes or so the man came back. "You know the routine" he said as my face got covered, I put my head down as me put me on my feet. This has been the 5th time I've been moved, but the first time out of the country.

I waited in the van for 15 minutes since I wasn't the only kid being moved. Korea, I heard about it, I've heard their music, when the workers brought their kids into work some would listen to it and sing, never the right lyrics since we are 'mericans and we're stupid people who sell children in the deep web. The deep web, where anything and everything is legal, selling kids, drugs, guns, human dolls for pleasure, thinking about it made me shiver. I once got to explore the building, when I tired to escape, it's so innocent looking, white walls, desks everywhere, if I were to go in there it would seem like a business, but find the write door... you would see the hell this place held. I wonder how much I was sold for. That's the only reason you are moved out of the country, no one in the U.S wants us, they get all the older girls and boys, for their sick needs. Some kids who are unlucky get bought by them but they normally go for the teens. We are used to work, clean a house, take care of a pet, be a personal assistant. I like to think we are lucky, but then again we are being sold, we get beat, some get drugged, and if you're really unlucky you get touched or even..... I wish I wasn't here. I decided to close my eyes and take a rest, it's not like anyone would notice, the rest of the kids are crying, must be new, plus my face was still covered.

"Wake them up"

"No you do it"

"I had to deal with these little shits, that one is at least calm"

"What if they just start to cry like the others"

"They have been here for a long ass time, they are used to it just do it. Give them a pill to calm them down or some shit if they do start to freak"

"I'm up dumbasses, just take this shit off my face, fuck!" I say half asleep, I may be 14 but I know somethings I shouldn't.

"Hey don't you fucking talk to us like that bitch" A man pulled the thing that covered my eyes, he had black hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. He wasn't half bad looking, he looks younger than most people here. By the way he is dressed, he seemed like a teen/young adult, from his bruises he seems to be abused too, I can tell what hit is made from a human and what is made from you just being a stupid idiot who hit themselves playing a sport or something. His breath screams Tabaco, weed, and alcohol. But he still had cologne, cheap one too since the man who kicked me had a better smelling one, if you ignored the stench of blood, sweat, and tears. "Did you hear me brat?" He yelled at me, holding my face so I couldn't look away.

"Oof, shut the fuck up I hear you. Damn cut it on the cigarettes will you? Your breath smells like shit" I say, but immediately regret it since he pulled a gun on me. I look at him straight in the eye, challenging him to do it. The little kids were starting to scream again, saying to not kill me, but I knew I wouldn't get shot. "Do it, you won't" I say, with a smile. That's right, I'm a 14 year old who's not afraid to die. The boy put his gun down, saying something about not worth his bullets. I just smiled and tried to sleep again only to get woken up again.

"Stay up kid, were about to get on the plane" The other boy said, he had brown hair. Green eyes, he seemed about the other guys age, maybe a bit older. He seems like he could have had a much better job, but you can tell the drugs killed him. Not long after the back of the van was opened by the man who kicked me. Three other men came out to pick the rest of the kids, there were about 6 younger kids with me 7. I could see their faces, terrified for what was going to happen to them. We all got our mouth duct taped, and our hands tied. The 2 younger girls, couldn't be older than 5, were being carried. One seemed Latin, with black long hair and big brown eyes. The other was white, with pale blue eyes, almost grey, and braided blond hair. Unlike the other she was bruised badly, but the other girl had cuts all over her arms. The boys vary from 3 to 8 years, one of them seemed to be siblings with the blue eyed girl. The other three seemed to be brothers, or at least related, they all had black hair and were either light or dark skinned. From their tags they all joined around the same time, the first one was D20B1, then D20B2 and D20B3. That's how you know this "company" is successful, the first ever kid was A00A0, then A00A1, then A00A2. Once you reached A00A9 the next one I A01A0, the A01A1. I'm B27Z6, this means I've been here for about 3 years, or that's what I'm told. The only reason I haven't been sold yet was due to the fact that I was a fighter, I wouldn't hesitate to punch a man's key to new life. If I got sold to a person who didn't like the way I acted. they could easily sue this "company". Kids went out so fast too, the longest lasting kid, besides me, lasted 5 maybe 7 days. I'm a real trouble for these guys, but they must have found someone good if they got to sell me.

As the boys were made to walk, I got the special treatment with the blindfold, tied hands, tied feet, plus a pill to sleep. I can't remember the last time I was treated like the rest. As I being carried I started to doze of but got dropped. I heard the men laugh as I groan in pain. I got picked up and sat on a chair. Someone took of the blind fold and I could see he plane was pretty big, well at least big enough to have about 3 more kids and maybe a man. The pills started to kick in, soon enough I was asleep.

???'s POV

"Those pills took longer than I thought to work." Jayson said. I look over at the kid. B27Z6, damn all the b##Z#'s left about 2 or 3 years ago, the Zs didn't last that long too. They look so broken, bruises everywhere. I'd feel bad, but a job is a job.

"They have been here for what seems years, the B Zs were all sold about 2 years ago. This one is getting used to drinking to the point that sometime they only need one or three pills to even get sleepy." I explain, I can see the little ones all starting to doze off while were in the air. I look out to the front and see that we are already over sea, thank god we were located in California other wise this trip would be a nightmare.

"Damn, so this is The Devil's Child huh. The one who is locked up by themselves cause if they get with other kids, those children would want to kill themselves if they heard the kids stories of their past." Jay said, looking at B27. Used and abused, since day one. Never broke a single bone, but always lost a piece of their innocence. I've never seen them till today, (hair length) (hair color), (skin color) skin, (eye color) eyes. I didn't get much time to look at them but you can tell they lost their joy, gun aimed straight at them and they challenge you to shoot. Poor kid, I went to the back and got a beer.

"Jay! Want one?" I ask my black haired friend, to which he answered yes. As we drank our beers, B27 started to cry even though they were still asleep. We both look at them, they didn't make a sound but tears pour and they didn't seem to be stopping anytime soon. I see Jay about to wake 'em up. "Leave them, if you were here since the age of 9 you should be able to let out those emotions. The kid has been through hell and back." I say taking another swing at my beer.

"Don't get soft with them Nate." He says as he sits back down, I snicker at this. I see the way he looks at B27's bruised arms, he feels just like I do. These kids don't deserve this but what can we do? Report? They kill who ever we know and love, friends, family, lovers, but not us. Some have tired before, all of their loved ones gone in less than a week. They end up killing themselves of guilt, makes them seem like they were the ones who killed them. How? We have our ways, leave hints to lead them the wrong way from the truth but the right way in our plans.