Slavery || Lee Taeyong

0.08

Kwon Mirae was a bit shaken up. 

She sat in the cushy chair in the home of Serin and Daehyun, who were both out of town for the week. The sun was at the brink of rising, and Mirae could see flashes of pink and orange peeking through the dark blue sky. 

She chewed her manicured nails, which grew abnormally quickly, considering that she had clipped her nails right before the choosing. 

She remembered her older brother's words, saying not to dirty herself. Biting her nails, drawing on herself, snipping her hair, or getting scars of any kind was frowned upon by her entire family. 

Nobody wants a broken girl. Nobody wants a dirty female. They just want a pretty girl, who could cook and clean, and smile brighter than the sun. 

She could do all of those, but she still felt so unwanted. Her family was gone now. 

Her parents and brother were shot to death only four years ago, by a trained sniper, who ran the bullet right through their heads from yards away. 

Mirae felt chills all over her body thinking of it. 

Maybe she should get some more sleep, she thought. 

And then she did.

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Dong Sicheng was on the verge of collapsing. He lay on the stiff mat shirtless, sweating more than usual. His torso was pinned down by a hard knee, rendering him useless for the moment being. 

Ten more seconds

His deep breaths weren't useful to him anymore. He felt as if he wanted to just give up. It was agonizing to even struggle.

Seven more seconds

The thick gloves on his hands pressed against his wrist. He raised one hand up to his face, so he could wipe off the layer of sweat on his forehead, but he ended up whacking himself with the large boxing glove. 

Four more seconds

To add to the stress, Sicheng's lips quivered in memory of the kiss that had only taken place a couple hours ago. He pressed his eyelids together, knowing his actions were wrong.

He shouldn't have taken advantage of a drugged woman. 

Time up

Lee Taeyong removed his knee from Sicheng's spine, causing him to feel relieved that it was over. 

"What the hell was that?" asked Taeyong in an accusing manner. "You never fight like that," he spat. 

Sicheng rubbed his temples and hopped out of the ring, desperately needing a water bottle. Once one was in reach, he ripped off his gloves and grasped it in his sweaty palms and gulped it down, not caring whose it was. 

"I'm stressed, Taeyong. It's so hard, you know. Living to die after the person you love so very much," he says somberly. 

The other laughs sarcastically. "That's what it was all about? Just mourning? Again? I don't get it with you people," Taeyong scoffs. 

Sicheng shakes his head slightly, knowing that Taeyong took his words the wrong way. "I was talking about my sister," he says, grabbing a towel and wiping his forehead with it. 

Taeyong was left there with less than a drop of sweat on his entire body. He was confused at what Sicheng was getting at. 

Little did he know, exactly four years ago was the day Dong Sicheng's older sister was shot to death, similar to the death of the Kwon family. 

a/n: wAhEy