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sunwoo + changmin - the boyz + mágico - marina sena

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Prompt: If Fight Club and Hunger Games had a baby

Tags: Implied violence, human trafficking (ish?)

“If you’re looking for fireworks, you’ve come to the right place,” the regal looking man opened the door for Changmin and Chanhee.

“Thank you Seonghwa,” Chanhee dipped his head slightly. Seonghwa nodded in return. Changmin didn’t know where to look. The hallway was lit by old fashioned oil lamps on the walls. The carpet felt plush under Changmin’s dress shoes.

“What the hell kind of place is this?” Changmin asked.

“You’ll see,” Chanhee swept up his skirt as they walked into a bright amphitheater. Well dressed patrons were sitting in private boxes sipping champagne and talking among themselves. Chanhee ushered Changmin into a box. Flutes of champagne were waiting for them. Chanhee passed Changmin what looked like a program.

“Pick one you like,” he said. Changmin opened up the small book. There were pictures of men, some of them barely old enough for the moniker, with information like age, weight, height, and then a dollar amount at the bottom.

“What’s this for?” Changmin asked, pointing to the dollar amount under one picture.

“That’s how much they cost,” Chanhee replied. Changmin’s mouth dropped open.

“Okay where in god’s name have you brought me?” he asked.

“You said you wanted to see a show. This is the best show in town,” Chanhee shrugged. “Hurry up and pick one so I can pay.”

“I’m not buying a human being Chanhee. And neither are you,” Changmin started to stand up and Chanhee grabbed his wrist.

“The ones not picked will be executed,” he said.

“Executed? What the hell have you been doing in your free time?” Changmin sat back down.

“They’re prisoners. They can fight their way out but only the ones who’ve been paid for are allowed to fight in the first place,” Chanhee replied.

“What if they lose the fight?” Changmin asked.

“We get our money back. If they win, we get to take the winner home,” Chanhee.

“Why would you bring a prisoner home?” Changmin was still processing the fact that his best friend went to a fight club and bet on humans.

“Where do you think I found Haknyeon,” Chanhee asked. Changmin considered Chanhee’s personal assistant. He had a razor sharp wit and a smile like he knew something you didn’t. “Their crimes vary. Haknyeon was a money launderer.”

“You let a criminal handle your personal life?” Changmin stared.

“I prefer to call it creative accounting,” Chanhee took another sip of champagne. A chime dinged and Changmin looked up. “That’s the five minute warning. Pick one or I’ll do it for you.”

“This is wrong on so many levels,” Changmin flipped through the book and stopped when he saw a picture of a dark haired boy with curly hair and plush lips.

Kim Sunwoo

Age: 25

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 140lbs

Holding price: $50,000

“Him,” Changmin handed the book back to Chanhee.

“Perfect!” he pressed a button on the table and a man in a tuxedo walked over.

“Sirs?” he asked.

“My friend would like to hold this one,” Chanhee pointed to the page Changmin had shown him.

“Excellent choice. Would you like his file?” he asked.

“Please,” Chanhee replied and handed over his black card. Changmin felt nauseous and it wasn’t from the champagne on an empty stomach. The man left with Chanhee’s card and the book.

“File?” Changmin asked.

“It has all the details of their crimes. If you change your mind after reading it then you can pick another one,” Chanhee explained.

“Oh Jesus,” Changmin muttered. The man returned with the file and handed it to Changmin. He wasn’t even sure what he was looking for. As he flipped through the pages, he found his criminal record.

Sunwoo had been convicted 2 years ago of aggravated assault. The victim was left in critical condition, but eventually recovered. His sentence was a minimum of 15 years.

“Wait, you said they were executed if they lost or didn’t get picked?” Changmin asked. Chanhee nodded. “But this isn’t a death penalty case. Why agree to do this in the first place?”

“High risk, high reward. Though I have to say most of them aren’t very bright. They should just serve their sentences, but I guess this seems like the better option,” Chanhee said. “So are you going to keep him?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Changmin said. Chanhee hit the call button again and finished the transaction with the staff member. Then the amphitheater went dark.