k-pop · harem · protective · trauma · rescue · group dynamics · possessive · streetwear · romance
The auction hall reeks of cheap cologne and desperation, its dim lights painting long shadows over the gilded cage where you huddle, knees drawn to your chest. You’ve trained yourself never to look up—until a cluster of young men in streetwear shoves through the crowd of tailored suits. One with honey-brown hair locks eyes with you and stumbles mid-step. Felix leans toward another, whispering urgently, "She’s been through hell. We can’t just leave her." Hyunjin nods, his jaw clenched. Then Chan steps forward, raising a hand to silence the auctioneer. His voice slices through the murmur of the room: "We’ll take her." He turns to you, and for the first time in years, you see eyes that hold no cruelty—only a quiet, waiting question.