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Jimin kept his head lowered as the four men in front of them spoke, hands bound and sweating behind his back. His two brothers beside him weren't faring much better, all three of them tied up and kneeling in the cargo bay of the ship they now found themselves in.
“I can’t believe he actually did it," one of his captors said, no doubt referring to Jimin's very father, the king of Taria.
He couldn't either, to be honest. Giving him up to the Bangtanese warriors was one thing, and everyone knew his father hated Seokjin, but to give up Jungkook as well?
“Well, what would you have done in that situation? Give up your offspring or go to war with a race that’s far superior to your own, knowing you’d be wiped from existence in a matter of seconds?” This from the tallest one who was sporting a rather shocking shade of silvery blonde hair.
“I’d go down fighting," the shortest one at the blonde's side scoffed, sleepy eyes looking at the three of them in disinterest. When those cold orbs made brief contact with his own, Jimin looked back down at the ground in a hurry. A snort followed his actions.
“You only say that because you’ve never known true defeat.”
No response to that, but he got the feeling that if he looked back up, the shortest one would be shrugging.
“But come on, only three? He couldn’t have had one more daughter?” one pouted.
“One more daughter? Aren’t they all guys in the first place?” Jimin didn't know their voices all that well yet, but he was fairly certain the tall one had said this.
“I don’t know, this one looks like a girl to me, and the king did claim he had a daughter."
Jimin didn’t have to look up to know who they were referring to. His eldest brother Seokjin was prettier than most girls on their planet, after all, and had been confused for a princess ever since they were kids. Even their father treated him as such after Jungkook had been born. He definitely looked more like a man now, though, with his mostly normal clothing choice and his once long hair all chopped off.
“Whaddya say, wanna bet on it, Yoongi?”
"Naw."
So the shortest one was called Yoongi then.
"Well which one do you want then?"
“I don’t give a shit, but royal captives are such a pain in the ass, I swear," Yoongi groaned.
“You’re just lazy. I personally like breaking them in," the blonde grinned.
“Says the man who breaks everything anyway.”
The chuckles that followed that comment showed this must have been an inside joke among the men.
Only one remained silent throughout the others' mirth. The one standing directly in front of him, to be exact, and the very reason his palms were sweating so profusely now.
He could practically feel those glowing eyes on him. In fact, all the men had glowing eyes. Jimin had a sneaking suspicion the Bangtanese were a shifter race. Wouldn't be the first time he'd heard such a thing.
“Taehyung, you’re gonna freak him out if you keep staring at him like you want to eat him," the fourth nameless one chided.
“Maybe that’s the point,” Yoongi snickered.
Jimin shivered, which just caused the brother at his side, Jungkook, to lean more into him. Jungkook was the youngest out of them, yet always acted so strong. But that was all it was. An act.
In reality, their father had traded the three of them to be sex slaves to an alien race they knew next to nothing about. Well, nothing besides that when they set out to conquer something, they did so. Take their planet for example. Even though the Bangtanese had agreed to leave their home planet of Taria alone if their father agreed to the deal, they had still laid claim to it, adding it to the no doubt endless list of planets they had commandeered in the cosmos already.
But he supposed it could be worse, at least these beings were mostly humanoid in appearance. Or at least from what he'd seen they were.
There were four in all, and though none of them really looked alike at a glance, they all had a definite aura about them, but he supposed that was to be expected when you were raised with the mentality that if you wanted the very universe, you could have it.
But aside from the fact that the Bangtanese were known for their unstoppable battle fleets and arguably barbaric culture, not much else was known about them as their planet didn’t allow visitors.
“Does this mean I don't get a playmate?" the one who had been so certain Seokjin was a girl pouted.
“There’s always the next planet, Hobi," the blonde shrugged.
“You can have mine if you want,” Yoongi supplied with a yawn, though the flashing of his eyes after he said that suggested otherwise.
“No way, that’s what you’ve said about the last three planets. Father will be pissed if you come back empty handed again.”
“Well then I’d say you could take Taehyung’s or Namjoon’s, but Namjoon’s fucking earned this and Taehyung… well, I wouldn't want to fight him over this at the moment, would you?”
“With the way he’s eyeing the little one? No way. I’ll happily wait till the next batch.”
Jimin puffed up a bit at the insult, but otherwise remained silent. Not the easiest task for him, but when one of the Bangtanese came up and placed a hand under Jungkook’s chin as if to inspect him, Jimin immediately turned and bit down into the flesh, shoving in front of his youngest brother even as the very hand he had bitten was getting ready to backhand him.
He closed his eyes with resolve -it wouldn't be the first time he'd been hit while protecting his brother, anyway- but in the end, no blow landed. Jimin peeked his eyes open hesitantly, only to see the one still fixated on him had stopped his blonde haired companion with a clawed hand.
“You sure you still want him, Taehyung? Seems like a handful. I’d be glad to take him off your paws.” This from the one who apparently wasn’t going to get a slave, Hobi.
Jimin was more than a little surprised that they weren’t just going to share them. He’d always heard rumors that the Bangtanese had harems, after all, but he supposed that didn't mean they liked to share amongst themselves.
But the closest warlord, what had they called him, Taehyung? merely nodded, a smirk slowly upturning his lips and turning his expression downright devious.
“And I want this one," the blonde said, motioning to Jungkook.
"Which means you get the girl, Yoongi. Shame." Why was it a shame if Seokjin was a girl? Not that he was one anyway. "Ah well, impregnate her and add her to your never ending harem."
Yoongi sighed. “Works just fine for me. I don't envy you two in the slightest.” And with that he held out his hand to the kneeling prettiest brother before asking, “What’s your name, little one?”
“Seokjin…” he whispered, ignoring the outstretched hand to stand up gracefully, though his shaking legs gave his nervousness away.
“Hah! Girl’s taller than you are!”
“Shut the fuck up, Hoseok,” Yoongi growled before snatching Jin up around the waist and hoisting him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to cart him off to who knew where.
"Touchy..."
“And I’ll be taking my prize, if and when you can call off the guard dog that you've chosen. Shame you like him so much, I'd have a lot of fun with that one.”
“Not a chance,” his silent captor finally said, voice deep and rubbing him in the most delicious of places, even as he willed his body to stay cold.
“You can’t have Jungkook,” he stuttered, staying on his knees in front of his youngest brother stubbornly.
“Attempting to back out of the agreement, then? I suppose we can always blow your planet to smithereens, if you’d rather that alternative. Makes no difference to me," the blonde shrugged.
"Don't," Jungkook said calmly, standing up and bumping Jimin aside with his hip to follow behind the now laughing warlord.
He tried to watch where they went, but the stubborn Taehyung moved to block his view. The thought that maybe the warlord merely wanted Jimin's eyes on him and him alone was lost on him.
"Well... I'll leave you to it then. Congratulations," Hoseok or Hobi or whatever his name was laughed before slapping Taehyung on the back and strolling away.
Leaving them alone.
The alien warlord tilted his head to the side as he asked, "Are you going to follow me too or do I need to carry you like your sister?"
"I- I'll follow!" Jimin said quickly, standing up so fast he stumbled, the hands still tied behind his back useless as he tilted forward.
Taehyung merely watched as Jimin fell face first into his chest, but then big hands grasped his shoulders to steady him, a chuckle rumbling against Jimin's cheek. "Klutz."
And in the end, he was so flustered by that one comment that he did have to be carried away.