Jimin is a 20-year-old boy who is living a perfect life until one day when he gets kidnapped and sold to a slave camp where his life is utterly miserable.
Things get another hurtful turn when he is sold to a cold-hearted 22-year man who is heartbro...
I came back home finding it unexpectedly quiet and empty. Usually, I would find Jin and Jimin giggling while watching some T.V show or nagging at each other but it was awfully quiet today.
Not that I minds it, but I was curious about their whereabouts. I shouted asking for someone to bring me a glass of water. Soon a servant came in handing me a glass. "Where is Jin Hyung?" I questioned in my authoritative voice. "He went out in the morning along with Jimin and haven't returned yet", the servant answered before leaving the room.
My blood boiled hearing his answer.
How dare he leave the house without my permission and for a whole freaking day?
I know that he went out with Hyung but he was still my slave, my property.
How dare he disobey me?
I was raging inside waiting for them to return home. After waiting for whole three hours the front door opened with Hyung and Jimin coming inside all giggly and happy.
"Who gave you the permission to leave this house?" I growled at Jimin making him flinch.
"What the hell Jeon, why are you shouting at him", Jin Hyung said interrupting me.
"I respect you Hyung but even you have to understand that he is MY slave, MY property and you have no right to take him out of the house without MY permission. Did you get it", I hissed at him.
He opened his mouth to say something but didn't said anything in response.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I need to talk to him, ALONE", I said emphasizing on my words.
"Ok! But listen one thing here Jungkook, if you laid a single finger on him, I'll forget the fact that you are my brother. Understood", he left the room giving me a warning glare.
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Once he was gone, I turned my face towards him, who was standing in his place like a frozen statue, trembling with fear.
"You, come here! NOW", I said loudly making him flinch. He slowly made his steps towards me before standing in front of me, with his head hanging low
. "Now answer my question, who gave you the permission to leave this house", I asked again in a stern voice as he continued to look down.
I grabbed his chin, making him flinch in response as I lifted his head up. His eyes were sparkling with tears and his lips were trembling vigorously. I for the first time noticed his freshly dyed blonde hair, slightly curled, his totally changed clothing, this time more elegant and his size unlike the baggy clothes he usually wear making him look more small and totally gorgeous.
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Something in my heart was making me to protect this smol bean from every pain. Only I wanted to own this beauty and not anyone else and maybe the main reason I reacted that way towards Hyung and him was jealousy. I felt envious seeing him happy with Hyung but all awkward and scared of me. I knew that my previous action didn't gave him any choice, the way he reacted but I was trying to change. Can't he see that?
"J-Jin Hyung asked m-me to go out with h-him a-and its be-en so l-long since I was-s last o-out.... I am s-s-ss-so sorry m-master. I won't d-do I-it again. P-Plea-please don't hurt me", he stuttered out his answer as usual.
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I lifted my hand but he clenched his eyes tightly thinking that I would hit him.
My chest clenched at the sight, seeing him so vulnerable and broken in front of me. I softly caressed his blonde locks trying to comfort him. He slowly opened his eyes giving me a confused look.
"Next time you want to go out or need anything, just ask me and no one else or I would punish you then for sure", I said trying to sound gentle.
He nodded his head and left the room hurriedly leaving me standing there with an aching chest.
