Protect (Taekook) ✅

Sold

Taehyung was scrubbed,  lotioned and perfumed up. He was wearing nothing but a thin white dress shirt, something to make him seem more ‘innocent’ as he’d been told.

Makeup was decorated onto his skin, his hair curled slightly to frame his face nicely.

His mistress stood back and watched as her maids made him presentable. She nodded in satisfaction when they pulled away, apparently done.

“Excellent. Come with me.” Taehyung had been allowed to walk around all day, as mistress had said that it would be better, more efficient.

She led him out of the home and to a car, where he sat, staring straight ahead.

“I’m going to explain a few things, alright?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Tonight, you will be sold. You’ll be put into a back room to wait with the others. Not many received the training you did, some were taken straight off the street to be sold immediately. They may be scared, cry, scream and bed to be released.

“You will ignore them and sit quietly like a good boy. When they call for you, you stand, weak and do not fight back. From now on, you will be V. They will take you to a stage and you will stand there, you will not look at the crowd, you will look at the floor and stand there.

“When you have been sold, you will follow the man that comes to get you and lead you to your new master or mistress. From then on you will do everything the say and you should be fine, understand?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good.” Taehyung flinched slightly when his mistress reached out. She ignored it and pushed a strand of hair from his face. “You’ve been one of my best students, V. You’ll do great.”

“Thank you, mistress.”

The rest of the car ride they sat in silence.

They pulled up in front of a building and Taehyung was told to get out of the car. As soon as he exited, a man was standing there, staring down at him. “Come.” He gruffly said before grabbing Taehyung’s arm and dragging him inside the building.

That was the last time he ever saw his mistress.

Like she had told him, he was led to a room and seated among a bunch of others, mostly women. He and only two others were male in here. He also noticed that he seemed to be the only clean one. The toners were dirty, scared and just as he’d been told, crying, screaming and begging.

He ignored them all, looking straight ahead.

He waited as some got up and walked out, some were dragged, and some were carried out of the room and to what he could only guess to be the auction.

“V.” His name was then called after awhile.

He slowly stood, his eyes carefully trained on the ground as he walked out, being squished between two rather large men.

He found himself on a stage, obediently keeping his eyes trained onto the ground.

“And here we have a lovely specimen. V. Male and a Virgin, although he has been specially trained by Mistress Yoo. Bidding starts at one mil.”

Numbers were shouted out, names, were called, prices raised.

Taehyung ignored all of it, keeping his eyes on the ground and not moving.

“Sold!” Rang out through the air. Taehyung felt a hand tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and he obediently followed the man who led him down a hallway and outside, to a car.

He got in, gasping as he felt a hand connecting with the side of his face.

“I waited all night for you and you turn out to be a fucking man!” The male shouted. Taehyung whimpered, holding the side of his face as it throbbed. “I knew the moment your pictures came out that I wanted you. But you just had to be a fucking man. I ignored all of the other beautiful options just for some fucking male.”

Taehyung cried out this time as another hand connected to his face. The man, his new master, grabbed him by the hair and shoved his head back.

“From now on, you are a woman. You will not speak, you will not make a noise. You are a woman and you are my wife, you hear me?”

Taehyung nodded.

“Good. Now, when we get home, you’ll go to our bedroom, lay down face down and bare yourself to me like a good little girl, okay?”

Taehyung once again nodded.

And that was the first night of many.

Present~

Taehyung looked down at his hands, not wanting to look at Jungkook.

“Tae…” Jungkook reached out and clasped the older’s hands in his. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. And I will never think anything less of you for anything that happened to you. None of it was your fault, okay?”

Taehyung nodded slowly.

But he didn’t quite believe the younger.