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25

TWENTY-FIVE
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Taeyong paced around the room, he wasn't given much to do. As long as he stayed in, that was all that mattered.

He was worried about how Doyoung and Kun was doing. Doyoung's probably ignoring him or still unconscious.

Kun was more likely unhappy with himself. Taeyong refused to believe Kun did it because he wanted to though.

Johnny? Maybe he was unhappy with Taeyong. He frowned at that thought, he didn't want to disappoint Johnny.

Would Donghyuck be mad as well? Maybe, maybe not. More likely not. Donghyuck would never get mad at Taeyong.

Taeyong sighed heavily.

"Uhm, hey?" Taeyong lifted his head towards the source of the voice,

"Hello!" Taeyong greeted, smiling for once. He was happy to finally have someone to talk to.

"Can.. I come in?" Yuta asked, his head peeking in from the door.

"Sure," Taeyong replied, scooting over on the bed so that Yuta could sit with him,

Yuta looked around before he quietly entered, plotting himself next to Taeyong.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Taeyong apologised softly, not wanting to actually remind Yuta but he felt bad.

"What for?" Yuta asked, tilting his head.

"I think I made you mad," Taeyong looked at the floor, "I didn't mean to do that," He said,

Yuta smiled to himself, "It's okay, I wasn't even upset with you," He ruffled Taeyong's hair,

There was a warm and familiar feeling that Taeyong experienced when he felt Yuta's touch.

"Uhm, speaking of yesterday.." Yuta drew his hand away,

Taeyong lifted his gaze, trying to figure out what was holding Yuta back from speaking.

"We are planning on selling you," Yuta confessed, looking at Taeyong with obvious disappointment.

Taeyong turned pale upon hearing the news. He got onto his feet, "What the hell are you saying? To who?!" He asked,

"Shh!" Yuta hushed Taeyong, placing a hand on his shoulder to have him sit down.

"Some guy from Seoul," Yuta replied, not wanting to actually go in detail about him.

"He's willing to pay 9.8 million for you," Yuta added, watching the shock grow on Taeyong's face.

"9.8 million? What? Pesos?!"
"No, US dollars,"
"What?!"

"Taeyong, just calm down," Yuta reassures him, placing both hands into his shoulders.

"Calm down? I'm going to be sold to a complete stranger!" Taeyong pushed Yuta's hands away,