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//5 - "How'd you sleep, darling?"//

[JIN]

     We're startled awake by the loud rattling of the metal bars of our cages. We gather ourselves rather quickly once we see Seungri and two other men I don't recognize standing in front of us with ropes in their hands, devilish grins on their faces. Fuck, I have a bad feeling about this.

     "Rise and shine! You all have some work to do," Seungri shouts, making me jump. He walks around the room before stepping in front of me, his penetrating gaze making chills prickle all over my body. "How'd you sleep, darling?"

     I look down at my feet, clutching my blanket tighter around my body. I can feel him eyeing me like I'm a piece of meat and I can't help but feel absolutely disgusted. The urge to spit in his face and tell him off is greater than anything I have ever felt before, but I don't know the possible consequences and I rather not find out if I'm being honest.

     "Come on," he growls, tugging me and Jimin by our biceps and dragging us out of the cage. Once our hands are bound, all of us walk up the stairs in a line. I have a hard time keeping up and I think Seungri knows this too since he's pulling us faster than he was initially.

     The whole time, my hands itch to cover myself because I'm still self conscious of my body. Despite what other people say, I can still make out every imperfection and I fucking hate it. But I don't have a choice, none of us do. I watch the others' movements and their expressions and it seems like they're already desensitized to the way we're being treated. It's sad, really, and I'm scared to get to that point. The only way I can maybe avoid it is being sold, but that's even worse in my opinion.

     We finally make it up and we are forced into a straight line facing the lavish staircase, our hands now untied.

     "You all know what is expected of you," Seungri says, pacing back and forth in front of us. He stops in front of me and stares me down. What is his fucking deal with me?

     "For those who don't, you are to clean this house. Every corner must be spotless or else, and if one of us needs you, you are to comply without question or resistance. Now get out of my face."

     Everyone disperses, including Jimin, and I quickly jog after him before I lose him. I follow him into the kitchen, not knowing where to go or if we're assigned certain tasks individually. I stand fairly close to him and he looks at me.

     "It's ok. We're only in charge of the kitchen so it shouldn't take us very long," he says softly. I nod and follow him to get, what I'm assuming, cleaning supplies and I unfortunately bump into one of the other guys. I immediately apologize and expect the worst, but he surprisingly shakes it off.

     "It's ok, we're cool. We have worse things to worry about," he says before heading to the kitchen to sweep. I stare at him as he cleans.

     "That's Wooyoung, he's nice. I think you'll get along with him well," Jimin says as he hands me two small cloths and sanitizer solution. He looks around the small room for a bit longer before letting out a big sigh.

     "I'll be right back. I'm gonna go ask the others if they have an extra mop," he says and turns around. "You can start without me and help. You'll be fine." He leaves after that and heads over to the living room. I sigh and slowly walk back into the kitchen and I'm taken by surprise with how fast Wooyoung works. The kitchen is huge, but he's practically done.

     I didn't notice I breathed out a 'woah' until he turns around and smiles at me, proud that I'm amazed by his quick work.

     "We've all done this for a long while now so we're used to working fast. We're not allowed to waste time, they say," he looks around the room and then back at me. "I didn't catch your name."

     "Oh, I'm Seokjin, or just Jin."

     He smiles wide. "Nice to meet you just Jin. I wish it was under different circumstances though," he jokes. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

     "I'm 20."

     "I'm 21." He smiles. He's very nice, I actually like him.

     "Let's finish cleaning. I'm great at multitasking so we can still talk if you want."

     "Yea, that sounds nice," I agree, not knowing what else to say. We start to clean the kitchen from top to bottom, left and right and despite our ongoing conversation, I do notice that Jimin hasn't returned yet and I'm starting to get worried. Hopefully nothing bad happened to him, but inside this house, anything seems possible and that's scary.

     "Hey, Jiminie hasn't come back yet and I'm worried," I voice my concern and he raises his eyebrows for a second before his expression turns to one of sadness. He looks at me.

     "You remember when Seungri said that if any of them needed one of us, we are to go and fulfill their needs?"

     He doesn't need to finish since I already catch on to what he is hinting at. Why him? I mean, I don't wish it on any of the other guys, whether I know them or not, but why Jimin? He's just a kid. Then again, most of us are, except Wooyoung, but he's still pretty young. We hear a loud clap from the living room and we hurry over to the others who are already in line. Me and Wooyoung join them and I scan down the line, still no Jimin.

     "Alright, we got orders to let you all know that we are having an auction tonight. You are to be on your best behavior when we present you cunts to the buyers and if you run, you get killed, understood?" Seungri says, earning a silent nod from all of us. We are ushered back down to the basement and into our cages with no further words exchanged. I want to ask where Jimin is and if he knows what's going on tonight, but the men leave before I could attempt to.

     The auction isn't supposed to start until later tonight, so I decide to try and nap until then. I grab my blanket and curl up in the corner, Jimin's blanket tangled in front of me. Just staring at it gives me anxiety since I don't know where he is and knowing I couldn't protect him hurts me. I haven't even known him for that long, not even a full day yet, but I still manage to feel this way. There's just something about him that snatches you from the beginning. Despite that, I manage to fall asleep anyway with him constantly on my mind and I don't wake up until later when I feel someone lay down next to me.

     I'm not sure how long it's been since I fell asleep. I open my eyes slowly and see Jimin with a bruised lip and dried tear marks down his cheeks. He's breathing heavily and his eyes are clenched shut as if in pain. I bring my hand to hover over his face, attempting to wipe his face, and I whisper softly to not disturb him.

     "What happened, Jiminie?"

     "Don't worry about it. Was just assigned another task is all," he croaks, his eyes still shut. "Let's sleep a little before the auction."

     I bring his body closer to mine and cuddle him since that's the only thing I can do. I'm not good at putting things into exact words, but I feel like right now, he just needs comforting. Whoever hurt him deserves to rot in hell.