Run → JIKOOK

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The man sat there broodingly with his crisp suit hugging his body tightly, it looked expensive and he looked dazzling and rich; the perfect combination of bait to catch most of the gazes of the employees scattered around the obnoxious room.

Jeon Jungkook wasn't an exception; he was also enamored by the man not by his expensive looking clothes but his gorgeous and handsome features matched by his dominating and masculine aura. He's currently dancing in the stage - barely dressed and sweat covering his body as dirty old men slipped bills from different parts of his body. He was inappropriately touched but he paid no attention and continued dancing, what was important is he's earning money. He grind his hips more sensually, keeping his gaze locked on the broody handsome man that was now drinking, hmm, perhaps wine?

He couldn't see the difference between the dark colored drinks especially where the man sat, it was too dark.

Jungkook went down the stage when he was finished, giving room for other entertainers to have their own meaning of fun, but his manager called out for him and was told that the man who sat alone at the far corner of the bar wanted to be accompanied by him. He grinned, looks like he got the man's attention from his dancing, this means more money for him and a time with Mr. Handsome. It was actually rare to see a man that looked young and handsome, especially this place was the hoard of dirty old pigs from the mafia searching temporary pleasure and ecstasy.

He went to the guy, sitting beside him and showing off his creamy white legs intentionally when he fixed his sitting position. "You requested for me," He said in sexy voice, slowly caressing the man's arm. "Tell me your name, big boy?"

It took him by surprise when the man held his itching fingers to stop him from caressing. "Don't,"

"What?" Did he not like how he touched him? Better yet, what was this guy's problem? Asking for him and yet denying his sensual service?

"Not here,"

Oh, Jungkook internally smiled. "Where do you want to be, handsome? There's still an available room at the back, we can head there,"

The man suddenly banged the table with his fist making Jungkook quickly retreat his fingers. "I can't believe this," He hissed angrily and Jungkook took his slight movement to gaze at the man beside him. He had his jaw clenched and his gaze was ready to kill someone. "Stand up and get your clothes." He stood up and fished out his wallet as he gave me money.

"Huh?" Jungkook muttered softly, the bills were placed on his lap of course he took them standing up to meet the guy.

"I'm taking you out of here," He gritted his teeth as he laced his hand with Jungkook's, "Where's your manager?" He took of his blazer and abruptly leaned closer to Jungkook, wrapping the blazer around him protectively.

The younger man was taken aback, not by the question but by the proximity between them. They were so close, lips inches away from each other and Jungkook was swept away by those black orbs that emitted a cold gaze that made him want to release a shudder. He could also smell the tinge of manly musk that seemed so distinct and clung onto his body.

He smelled so good. He smelled like home.

"W-Wait, what? What do you mean you're taking me out of here?" Jungkook finally realized what was going on because everything took him by surprise, who was this man anyway?

"I don't like repeating things myself, how much is your payout fee?"

"What?"

"I'm going to buy you so the moment I hand the money, you're going to be mine. I want you, Jeon Jungkook. I want you mine."

This sparked something inside Jungkook, something he hadn't felt for a while - hatred. "What the fck? I didn't ask for you to buy me anyway so why are you going to? I'm not a property that anyone can own,"

"Oh, that feisty mouth of yours," The man commented, grabbing his orange colored locks as agitation painted his face. "Apparently, you're owned by this stupid strip club and it's not your choice if I buy you or not, that's mine to make. I have the money and I can do anything I want with it,"

Jungkook gulped, realizing it was no use because of what the man had said. It was true the club had taken him unwillingly at first but Jungkook discovered the truth how the club helped him and survived because he's just another case of human trafficking due to his stupid cousin. He's tied to the club unless he pays his payout and at the moment he can because he's barely surviving a day by eating three meals and the fact that he's studying adds more to his dilemma.

Jungkook wanted to protest because he didn't want to leave this club yet especially when his manager and co-workers are now what he considers as his family but it was too late as the man in front of him had called out the manager and guided him to his office to talk about it.

"I want him," The man simply stated. A statement that he made that had no room for contradictions, what he wanted was what will be given to him.

And it was quick, money was quick done deal. Of course, in the world where Jungkook was, money is the key, the battery; the energy that makes people work. No matter how revolting a task is, money was the solution. People will turn a blind eye and feign ignorance just for money. And Jungkook - no matter how he protested, he had to go with it. As they say, when in Rome do what the Romans do, so if he wanted to survive he had to adapt himself to this kind of lifestyle. So this is him now.

"Good bye, Kookie, I hope you live your new life well. I wish you good," Namjoon, my manager and owner of this club whispered. "I'll still be here for you and the others as well. So don't forget to reach us if something happens or your owner treats you bad, we will help you."

Jungkook just nodded. There was nothing he could do right now, right? He's sold one way or another, it's not like he can stop the man from buying him or match his money because damn that man was freaking rich! And firsthand ruthless.

And Jungkook was free now.

Scratch that, he wasn't free. The ownership of him was just transferred to another person.