"I love you," Hoseok whispered, looking up at his new owner. He had been sold, traded like property to the man standing before him, yet he felt a strange sense of flight-a desperate hope that this was his escape. Taehyung let out a harsh, mocking laugh that cut through the air. "Are you kidding me? Don't forget your place, Jung. You're just a prostitute-a whore, a slut." He shouted the words with a cruel, hilarious bitterness, completely blind to the fact that the man he had just bought from the brothel was already deeply, painfully in love with him.