Chapter 1: Never trust a stranger
His parents never had enough money to raise him; as they themselves said "they had much better things to attend to other than him" (like their much needed heroin and cigarette addictions). But thankfully for them Jungkook wasn't like the other children, he didn't mind their lack of attention. Whatever helped keep his parents and their beatings as far away from him as possible would be thankfully welcomed by him. The only thing that really bothered him was that he would have to work for his daily necessities, like bread, milk and clothes.
For days he would be forced to work in dreadful conditions – in the freezing snow, in the rainstorms, and in the blazing heat of the summer-. All these long working hours, inefficient sleep, and lack of nutritious food had left him tired and vulnerable. He had gotten sick so many times in the last few years that he had actually lost count of how many times he had to visit the hospital because of cold infections. His latest job, serving drinks in the nearby pub, had been his best job so far. It paid him about 10 dollars an hour but the working hours where really late and they usually left him felling lifeless by the next morning. Thus when he saw the advert on the newspaper he had been really excited. It didn't only offer a good salary and good working hours; it also had a lack of qualification requests.
If he was to be honest, when he first read the newspaper advert he had been suspicious of it. It wasn't normal for somebody to appoint a job like this to someone who hadn't managed a company before but he, like the naïve person he was, had decided that he would go for it. He had already had so many odd jobs in the past that it wouldn't hurt to have another one again. He hesitantly picked up his phone and dialed the number. The number rung a few times before a male, soothing, young voice answered the phone. A man named Wonho told him "to meet him at the avenue near the Astro hotel at 10 o clock in the evening. They would have a nice meal and then they would discuss the job details."
The day of the interview he had taken four hour off his work to doll up his self a bit. He didn't want to look like an unkempt man in front of a business man after all. He had almost arrived near the avenue when all of suddenly somebody pulled him back in the alleyway. His hearts started beating fast; he didn't know who it was or what they wanted from him. Some stray tears started to slowly fill his eyes. He didn't want to die like this, in the hands of a stranger and missing most of his organs. He had always wanted to die besides his future family, his caring wife and children…
All of a sudden a voice cut through his range of thoughts, and strangely enough it sort of sounded the same as that soothing voice from the phone call before. Just by listening to it, it made him feel strangely relaxed and boneless. His senses where numbed and none of his limbs seemed to follow his commands anymore. Suddenly a sharp pain overcame his left side, as if something had just pierced the side of his neck. He couldn't understand what was going on clearly anymore as his mind kept becoming hazier and hazier, but he could feel his life being slowly drained out of his body. The last thing he could remember before losing his consciousness completely was that sexy voice telling him "that they would meet again soon enough".
He woke up drenched in sweat and body ringing from unbearable pain. He wasn't sure if he was alive or not anymore. He just wanted to curl into a ball and go to sleep again but his mind was burning from the inside, keeping him in constant awareness and pain. His throat felt perched and his tongue kept moving around his mouth, looking for any sources of water. He mistakenly bit down on his cheek, making it bleed. A strong taste of iron spread though his laringe and made him gag. Not only was his head hurting, now he was hurting his gums and mouth as well. He let out a miserable sign, followed by a short burst of dry tears. He was feeling miserable but he couldn't stay there anymore. He had to move to safety as fast as possible.
He tried to sit up but his hands weren't able to bare his weight. They gave up under him and he just flopped down gracelessly. He felt panic taking over him and his throat was becoming increasingly constricted. His breaths were becoming shorter and shorter and everything was doing circles around him. For all he knew, he may even be missing his liver by now or worse… someone might have shoved a drug bag in his stomach.
Then there was a voice, "Young man are you… Are you okay? Who did this …, you poor little …..", a very strange voice. He couldn't make out what they were saying clearly. It kind of sounded as if he was underwater and yet, it was so loud and unbearable! He tried to crawl away from it but a hand came down abruptly, stopping him from doing anything and shaking his limb body as if he was a ragdoll. Under normal circumstances he would have kicked their hand away and beat them to a pulp but his body was so weak that he could barely turn up his head. Vulnerable as he was right now, he had no choice but to let them pick him up and guide him to whenever this guy wanted to take him. He just hoped it wasn't a brothel or even worse, a basement so sheltered he would never be able to see the sun again.
The last thing he could remember was the car engine lulling him to sleep and leading him off to Morpheus hands once again…
