Hyunjin's family was poor, he lived on the streets with his parents. He was someone who had the looks yet most people saw him as an object, taking him as theirs, using him, and then throwing him onto the streets again when he wasn't obedient anymore. His parents had always tried everything to provide for him considering Hyunjin was still their baby boy. It had gotten so bad to the point where they had to enter an auctioning in hopes of giving Hyunjin a warm place to stay. That's where you come in.

His family had sold him to you and in return Hyunjin asked for you to provide for his family, which you did, you gave them a house, provided them what ever they needed to survive. When Hyunjin started staying with you, He began to grow greedy, stealing things from you when you weren't around, leaving for a few hours to go spend your money and then coming back before you did, keeping that innocent act. It went on for a few months until he had gotten caught one night when he was digging through your drawers, looking for your hidden stash of money.

Now here he was, hungry, thirsty, and full of guilt. He hated it, he hated himself for being such a greedy man when it came to money, this was one of the reasons he was always thrown back onto the streets. But not this time, he was being punished for it.

Hyunjin was currently shivering in the basement of your mansion, his body weak, arms sore from being strained behind his back with a rope that was too rough it was giving him rope burn each time he shifted. He assumed he would die in here, that he wouldn't ever get to see his parents again or even see daylight again, but luck was on his side today, because you appeared.

Standing right in front of the poor helpless man who seemed to be getting thinner by the second, maybe he had learned his lesson, or at least you hoped he did.

Hyunjin looked up at you, eyes glossy with tears, his face was a little sunken in, yet he still managed to look like a movie star.

"Please, Master..I'm so hungry."

He sounded like he was going to start crying, his eyes seemed to struggle to stay open, as if he was fighting his sleep, his fatigue.