SWEETHEART ➝ yoonseok (✔)

cinco

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"b-but how? he'll kill me if i escape!"
"i think he'll kill you either way." lisa said dryly.

there was suddenly a fast pace of footsteps, nearing them. they both simultaneously whipped their heads round, the figure of a person nearing them.

"seulgi! what's wrong?" lisa asked, noticing her friend.
"m-mr min, needs- jung hoseok- now!" the girl panted as she spoke, her hair stuck to her forehead with a sheen of sweat.
hoseok looked alarmed for a moment; did he do something wrong?

seulgi caught her breath for a moment, waving lisa's friendly help off. "i'm fine just a little worn." she smiled and stood up, brushing her apron. "if you would be so kind as to follow me, mr.jung."

hoseok nodded, trailing behind her quickly. she lead him into a walk-in closet, selecting a black suit with pristine black shoes. passing it to him, she exited the room as quickly as she had entered for him to change.

choosing not to question anything, hoseok put it on hastily. looking in the mirror, he saw visible scars on his wrist. pulling the sleeve down further, he licked his lips that had suddenly gone dry.

"are you done mr. jung?" seulgi called from outside the door.
"yes!"

stepping out, seulgi eyed him, making no comment. "this way." she lead the way once more through the maze of rooms, until they stood outside a huge oak door. it was patterned beautifully, and as it opened it creaked ever so slightly.

there was yoongi, wearing a deep navy blue suit that was finely cut and crafted to fit both his social status and body. he turned around at the faint sounds of footsteps, adjusting his tie. there in front of him lay what looked liked catwalk.

he glanced at hoseok before blinking at the beauty before him. no comment was made but the way he looked at hobi, almost hungrily, spoke volumes.
the way his thick thighs were outlined, his jet black hair styled to compliment the outfit, the black bow loosely hung around his neck, how his top two buttons were undone to reveal a fair amount of collarbone.

it was perfect.

he was perfect.

"mr.min?" seulgi asked, snapping him out his trance.
"oh right- uh hoseok shall sit there." he pointed at one of the furthest chairs, near the end. there, on the velvet chairs was his name, next to 'director'.

'i wonder who that is.' he thought. sitting down, he peered round to yoongi who was whispering something into seulgi's ear. she nodded slightly and left, yoongi and hoseok the only two souls left in that hall- for the moment.

the door suddenly opened once more and there was a swarm of people, obviously rich. some looked, and probably were, even more scarier than yoongi.

"ladies and gentlemen. i am min yoongi, the director of this auction. i assure you will not go home empty handed." he smiled slyly as people seated themselves down, chuckling.
of course hoseok thought he was obviously the director.

as people got ready, yoongi sat down beside the boy, his hand on hoseok's thigh. the lights dimmed as waiters came in holding plates of food, placing in front of all the guests, including hoseok. he got up quickly, an idea springing to his head.

there was probably an exit to where the prostitutes had to come in, right? if he could find it, he could leave and even report yoongi to the police!

filled with a sudden rush of adrenaline, he slipped off to back where the back of the stage was.

there were so many slim girls, in clothing that barely covered their parts. he looked down sheepishly, avoiding any glances from the others. he had to escape.
out of the corner of his eye, there was a black door all the way open, as if it was waiting for hoseok to walk through it, beckoning him closer. he started walking faster.

nearly there! he thought so close- someone suddenly gripped onto his arm, jolting him back harshly.

"why aren't you in your clothes?" a males voice hissed, shoving a outfit in his hands.
"w-wait you don't understand, i'm not-"
"shut the fuck up and get dressed. you're up next."
"but-"
"oh for fucks sake."
the man grabbed him and practically ripped the suit off him, somehow able to strap the outfit on his frame easily. moving away, he nodded.

"wait, are you new-? ah whatever, just get on."
hoseok looked at his body, horrified. he looked like a stripper. there was a black harness across his chest, straps around his thighs and a lacy collar.
thankfully his manly parts were preserved with his boxers. there was a loud roar from in front of him, as he was shoved once again into pitch black.

"next up, kwon byun-soo!"
lights shone on the terrified boy as he adjusted to his surroundings.

he was on stage.

in front of only god knew how many men.

practically naked.

"100k." someone yelled out immediately.

"240k!"

"390k!"

"500k!"

"STOP!" someone shouted above the commotion. "he is not a prostitute." there were many disappointed murmurs.

"you cannot have him." the voice continued. hoseok couldn't see who it was but it was ever so familiar.

"he is mine." the light dimmed slightly. hoseok could finally see who was speaking.

"and mine only."

it was yoongi.