Slavery || Lee Taeyong

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Dong Sicheng was extremely unnerved. After the encounter with Taeyong, he couldn't bear to talk to him for a good two days. 

The image still stuck in his head. 

Dong Qiaolian, an elegant female, wearing a gorgeous midnight blue dress, sweeping the floor with it's embedded jewels, which shone in the moonlight. 

It would have been a beautiful sight, if she didn't have a hole in the middle of her forehead. 

The image of his pretty older sister sprawled out on the ground still haunted him in his dreams. 

He hadn't told anybody about it yet, but somehow Taeil and Yuta already knew. 

Sicheng sometimes wondered if they had anything to do with it, but he knew they were like his family.

He walked out of the closed, four-walled room, and into the main living room, where Mirae was sleeping. 

He sat on the couch, next to her and admired her resting face. She looked as if she was tired and peaceful, but would be ready to jump off of the couch and go into battle. 

She had that kind of duality. The kind that Sicheng really admired and thought was attractive. But of course, he only thought of her as a friend. 

He climbed up on the neighboring sofa, and curled up, ready to take a nice long nap that he so desperately needed. 

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I crept alongside the smooth wall, determined to complete the assignment given. It was definitely something I didn't want to do. At all. 

But it's either that, or get expelled from the program, inviting death sooner. And I don't want to do that either. 

I shut my eyes and sunk down slowly, so that I ended up sitting along the wall, pressed against it. My arms were wrapped around my knees, that were being pressed to my chest. 

I didn't know how to start.

Just make some friends.

I warily got up and faced the door. My clamped fist raised to knock the door, when suddenly, it opened. 

And there stood Moon Taeil with his glorious midnight blue locks. "What are you doing here?" he asked, annoyed. 

"Can I come in?" I replied, ignoring his question. He sighed and opened the door wide open, gesturing for me to enter. 

The first thing I saw when walking in was that the room was empty. But then I heard voices coming from my left. I dismissed them. 

Somebody else's room. Can't intrude. 

"So are you going to tell me why you're here?" he asked yet again, closing the door and walking towards me, sitting down on the small couch in front of me. He tapped the seat next to him, so I stepped closer and sat beside him. 

"Well," I started. "I was told to make friends with other people by the housewife. She said it pained to see me lonely," I said. 

Not exactly lying. But not telling the truth. 

"Oh," he replied. "You can come out now," he said a bit louder. 

And seven men came spilling out of the large walk-in closet.

"Ryuwon? What are you doing here?" asked the one at the front. the one with blazing red hair. Taeyong. 

I scrunched my nose. "Ryuwon?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.