Victim | YOONSEOK ✔

8

Yoongi sat on the cheap foldable chair, his hands tied together behind the chair, his head flooded with worry and fear.

"Please, J-Hope whatever the fuck your name is, I'm serious. Please let me go. I don't give a fuck about my parents, I don't wanna go to a human trafficking camp, please." Yoongi begged.

Hoseok tsk tsked Yoongi, "Sorry, Min. I'm getting four million for you and that is a lot of fucking money."

"Please, I'm fucking serious. No." Yoongi tried the puppy-eye trick again.

"It's not fooling me this time."

"I don't wanna go, J-Hope. Please." Yoongi started tearing up, his voice cracking.

"..."

"Shut up."

"You know what- Fuck you." Yoongi replied, angry tears cascading down his face, "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You ruined my fucking life! I fucking hate you!"

"The feeling's mutual, sweetheart." Hoseok spoke.

"Shut the fuck up. And don't call me fucking sweetheart." Yoongi snapped, "I fucking hate you." He sobbed.

Yoongi really hated his entire family, but they took care of him. Seokjin was always there for him, even if he didn't recognize it. He had always ignored Seokjin's help, just because he was his step-brother. Yoongi now realized that he was extremely wrong.

"Please, J-Hope." Yoongi hopelessly whispered. "I wanna go back to Seokjin hyung."

"Jung. You can call me Jung." Hoseok spoke, walking away and leaving Yoongi alone in the seemingly empty bedroom.

Yoongi looked around, there was nothing else in the room except for a cheap lamp, a single bed, and a foldable table along with the foldable chair he was tied to.

Yoongi sighed.

I guess this is how I go.

Even though Yoongi hated his life, his parents, his father's company, everything, he didn't wanna spend the rest of his miserable life in fucking America as a slave.

Yoongi was interrupted by the tapping of Hoseok's boots against the floor.

"Here." Hoseok gave him a bowl filled with cereal.

"I don't want your fucking-"

"Eat. You won't have anything afterwards."

"Like you fucking care." Yoongi spat.

"Fine, then I will feed you." Hoseok decided. Scooping up a spoonful of the Fruit Loops, he hovered the spoon in front of Yoongi's face. "Open."

Yoongi ignored him.

"You bitch, this ain't exactly a five star meal for your bratty ass but it's the best I have. Now open." He commanded a little more sternly.

"No, fuck you."

"Listen here, Min." Hoseok was pissed. "This is the slightest affection I'm showing for any of my fucking victims, so you should consider yourself lucky. If you don't open your fucking mouth, I'll shove this knife right up your throat." He threatened him with a dagger in his hand.

Yoongi gulped. Aside from the fact that the dagger was beautiful; with a golden hilt and red and black lines engraved into it. He didn't want to die like this.

"They didn't specify if they needed you alive, Min. I don't have time."

Yoongi opened his mouth slowly as Hoseok pushed the spoon into his mouth. Yoongi chewed, looking at Hoseok with curious eyes.