Yoongi walked down the dark hallway, boredom a growing weight with each step. There was nothing appealing about watching old men acquire new playthings. He idly toyed with the button on his right cuff. An old man smiled with sickening eagerness as a group of boys were herded into the room.
He finally reached a table and sat, adopting the most unamused expression he could muster. He counted the men present, noticing that only thirty appeared young.
Without thinking, his face twisted into a scowl. *How can these old men not be working?* he wondered. A booming voice called his name. He turned to see a tall man with lavender-colored hair walking towards him, a wide grin splitting his face.
“Yoongi! I’m so glad you came!”
Yoongi detached himself from the chair. “Did I really have a choice?” he asked, his tone flat. The man showed him his dimple smile. “Come on, you’re wealthy! You could buy a variety of slaves. Thank you for coming.” Yoongi simply nodded before returning to the table.
“What exactly did you need a slave for?” he questioned Namjoon. “And a male one, when you’re straight?”
Namjoon sighed. “Carrying large boxes. I need someone strong enough, and help with my grandmother’s garden.” He glanced around the room. “There’s a scent… enticing. I want to get a taste.” Yoongi rolled his eyes, his mind drifting to the delicious smell emanating from behind the stage.
“Yoongi, that scent is intoxicating! Maybe they’ll be my wife!” Namjoon declared. Yoongi nodded. It wasn't wrong. Vampires only craved the blood of their future lovers. Though the last time he’d allowed himself to hope for love, he’d been left utterly alone.
He scoffed at the memory. The mere thought almost made him laugh. As he finished his thoughts, a booming voice announced, “Welcome, gentlemen! I’m delighted to show you my new, beautiful slaves! We’ll start with our first young man.”
Yoongi leaned back in his chair, feigning disinterest. His eyes caught Namjoon staring intently at the man on stage, then dismissing him with a wave of his hand. Every man around yelped out bids, money changing hands. Even after every drop of money only one man won. The rest of the men grumbled in annoyance, however continue to look for their next puppy.
Twenty minutes passed, and no boy had caught Namjoon’s eye. He grumbled in his chair, and Yoongi patted his back reassuringly.
“Yoongi, that scent is still here, but it hasn’t revealed itself. I can’t find anyone strong enough either!” Namjoon complained. Yoongi offered a reassuring smile. It worked, and Namjoon propped himself on the table with his elbows.
“Alright, this next contestant is quite the looker! Men, you’d love to feast on him as he cries out in pleasure!”
A tall, young man walked out. He had pale skin, and black hair. His clothing consisted of a white shirt that exposed his stomach and shorts pulled to the highest point of his thighs. Worry was etched on his face. They weren’t wrong when they said he was handsome. Next to Yoongi, Namjoon said, “I have 300,000 on him!” The other men shrieked to get a hold of the young man, however Namjoon screamed, “Mine! 620,000 for the gentleman!”
Yoongi stared at him, wide-eyed. *Why so much over a simple boy?* But his question was answered as Namjoon grabbed the man and placed him on his lap. His eyes glowed red, and his fangs protruded.
“So much for straight,” Yoongi stifled a laugh. Namjoon snarled at him, and Yoongi pulled up a chair for the other male to sit. He quickly gets off of Namjoon to sit on the chair.
“Alright men! Don’t get too down! We have another boy on this stage! He is worth 20,000!” The man beside us gasps, and the worried face of his grows even bigger as he stares at the boy on stage. The boy that came out next had white hair, a small piercing on his left ear. The clothing for this one was a grey thin shirt that revealed his belly button, booty shorts, and red thigh high socks. He stared at the man Namjoon bought with a sad, worried expression. But my mouth spoke louder than expected.
“He will be bought for 6,000,000! He is more than 20,000!” All the men stare at me surprised. I smirk as the boy is pushed over to me. With the flick of my finger another chair is brought next to the other human. Namjoon, smirks at me, “Well you got something out of this!” He cackles, but soon stops as I shove a wad of money into his mouth.
“You could have killed me with 30,000! You as^hole!” Namjoon screams at me as he flings the wad back to me. I gasp, “I almost wasted good money trying to kill you when I could have only wasted a 20!”
Finally, the last of the boys were auctioned off, and they left. Namjoon took a tight grip onto the young man he bought as they walked to the car. As if on cue, Yoongi asked, “What are your names? Tell us a little about yourselves?” The older man spoke, “My name is Kim Seokjin, I lost many of my friends, they also took my family away from me. All I have left is my last friend.” He explains as he looks at the human Yoongi bought.
“M-my name is J-Jimin, my best friend, and mother figure is, Jin hyung. We’ve lost everything together, and hopefully we can still be together.” Namjoon and Yoongi looked at one another. “Well that’s fine, this is my buddy Min Yoongi, extremely rich, but also doesn’t fall in love so easily. We live together, so you guys won’t be apart and will have your own rooms.” Namjoon finished, but Yoongi still stared at him.
“Oh yea! I’m Kim Namjoon!” He clarified. They drove home in quiet, but Yoongi’s eyes never left the pale boy.