mafia . vkook

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Tae's PoV;

I wasn't sure how I got myself in this situation.

I was stood on a stage, along with many others, infront of a bunch of rich people.

When I say rich, I mean absolutely fucking loaded. Like a hundred thousand is nothing to them. Decked out in designer everything, houses the size of a street, no lie.

They were currently picking and choosing us, like dogs in a pet store. It was inhumane, but the dark streets are rough, so what do you really expect?

It was really awkward actually, you have to stand there in just your underwear as slaves were multiuse. Some had to be checked for physical fitness, where as some were checked for physical attractiveness. For example, a man wants a female sex slave, he's gonna want to check her breast and ass size.

My parents decided they didn't want me anymore, which made me look like a betrayer, so there was no other path to take other than this. I was banished from my hometown and therefore hated by everyone because I must've done something really bad to get kicked out.

Which is bullshit, I was the perfect child. Did all the chores, kept the house clean, got perfect scores at school and cooked dinner for my parents. Yet, I still wasn't wanted.

They clearly didn't care, as literally anyone could be here.

There's gangs, normal people, lonely people, dangerous people, rapists, druggies. It's disgusting really.

I could end up anywhere, dead or alive.

I stood tall as a short man walked over, a servant.

You could tell servants from rich people. Servants had a special emblem tattooed onto their hand and each emblem represented who they were. 

"Good evening, my name is Yoongi. I'm just checking you alongside this checklist." He bowed.

"Can you speak English?"

"Yes sir. My name is Kim Taehyung. I am twenty one years old, born on the cold winter day of December the thirtieth." 

"Exceptional English. What is your height and weight?" He scribbled onto his paper.

"I stand at one seven nine centimetres and I weigh in at one three seven pounds."

"Good proportions. How are your domestic skills?"

"I can cook for each meal of the day. I can clean and keep clean. I am educated in three languages."

"What languages do you speak?"

"Korean is my native tongue, but I also speak fluent English and confident French."

"You're very intelligent. How is your physical fitness?"

"Thank you sir. I believe I am in good shape, I can run for long distances at a medium speed, I am fairly strong and I can swim."

"You seem to be a good fit. Let me call over the others. I will be right back." Yoongi bowed.

I tapped my feet to the sound of the piano, trying to contain my excitement. Yoongi seemed decent and safe. He was dressed in nice clothes too, so he must be a somebody.

"I have returned. Here with me are Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok. We all work at the same residence." They all offered a smile, bowing at the same time.

Yoongi turned to them, "he fits in every category. What do you think?"

Jin looked at me, "do you find if I quickly feel your muscles? I just need to see how hard they are."

I nodded, letting him squeeze my arm and press against my abs.

"They're pretty decent. His physical fitness is definitely above the average."

"How much French can you speak, sir?" Hoseok asked.

"Enough to be able to live well in France, sir." I answered confidently, repeating it in French for clarity.

"Excellent. Master Park will definitely be happy with you." Namjoon bowed, handing over an envelope of money to the guy, who threw my clothes back to me.