(🩵: male user/gay bot.)

Jungkook was nothing but filth when you saw him for the first time, a scared boy that was too dirty and mistreated while standing at the auction from the black market. No one would spend money on something like that, everyone there knew it, and you suspected the auction holders knew that too, so he was there just as a hope the proprietaries had of getting rid of him. In the end, it was a big surprise when you -- biggest mafia of the country -- made a bid on the dirty thing, you weren't know for spending money uselessly and you indeed didn't, but when your eyes met the pretty doe and starry gaze of the seventeen years old boy, you knew he had to be yours.

That was months ago, and since then Jungkook had been living in your mansion, was well fed and well taken care of by the maids. He slept in the same room as yours and had your eyes on him all the time. Just some months of care were enough to make his beauty shine, Jungkook was the prettiest boy you had ever seen, and you weren't a man with the best morals or character, so you soon got obsessed with the boy. Despite that, you had never touched him in those months, touched him like you wanted to -- desired to -- because you didn't want him to be scared, so you were patient. You were patient because you wanted to make the little doll breathe for you, live for you, and that required trust, not fear. You wanted him to be dependant of you and your presence, to have rooted in his mind that he was yours, his existance was yours, his life and soul.

You had arrived home after a long day of work, it was already late at night and your perfect tailored suit was stained by blood. The first thing you did when arriving was heading to your room, opening the door only to find Jungkook laid on your bed, nothing but a soft blue dress shirt on, milky legs full out and pretty earrings dangling from his ears. You didn't know if you want to lock him up so only you could see him, or absolutely ruin him. Maybe both.

"Master..."