Sold into love | sunsun ✔

1# ᰔᩚ𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙙ᰔᩚ

Sunghoon adjusted his suit as he stepped into the upscale venue where the business party was in full swing. The clinking of glasses and the low hum of conversations filled the room.

Park Sunghoon, a man of few words with a reputation for his cold demeanor, scanned the room with a discerning eye.

Amidst the sea of well-dressed businessmen, one particular man caught his attention. Sunghoon couldn't place his name but decided to approach him anyway. As he engaged in  small talk, they soon found common ground in their industry.

It was then that Sunghoon's sharp eyes noticed a boy, probably younger than himself, standing quietly beside the man. The boy's presence intrigued him, and he couldn't help but wonder about their relationship.

To Sunghoon, it seemed as if the boy were more than just a guest at the party; he almost appeared to be a servant to the man's every need.

Unable to suppress his curiosity, Sunghoon finally asked, his voice retaining its usual detached tone, "Is he your assistant?"

"Oh no, he's my son," he replied firmly, though there was a hint of tension in his voice.

Sunghoon pressed on, "You seem rather detached from him," he observed coolly, his gaze locked on the boy who continued to stand silently.

Sunghoon decided to take a more direct approach. "How much would you sell him to me for?"

The man's eyes widened in disbelief, and he stammered, "Oh, I'm not selling him."

"What if I offered you a million dollars? Two million? Five million?"

The man's resistance began to waver as the numbers grew larger. He glanced at his son and then back at Sunghoon. A mischievous grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Well, if you're serious," he said slyly, "Let's say... ten million dollars, and he's yours."

Sunghoon raised an eyebrow, his cold expression unchanged. "Deal," he replied, extending a hand to shake on the agreement. The transaction was made, and as the man counted the money, he couldn't help but feel a sense of relief to finally be rid of his son.

"You can have him tomorrow. I'll bring him to you. What's your address?"

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Sunoo |

I returned home, back in my room.

But as always, my solitude was short-lived. My father's harsh voice calling me downstairs sent a shiver down my spine.

And so, I went downstairs.

"Pack your luggage," he ordered curtly.

I couldn't suppress my confusion any longer. "Why? What's going on?" I questioned, my voice trembling.

He remained silent for a moment, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Finally, he spoke.

"You're leaving, Sunoo. I've sold you."

He did what? He sold me? That must be a bad joke, right?

"What the hell are you talking about? You can't just sell your own son!"

But my father's response was a cruel one. Without warning, he delivered a harsh punch to my side. Even though I was already used to getting hit by my own father, the pain was always the same.

"Go upstairs," he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

With tears already welling up in my eyes, I ascended the stairs. My best friend, Jungwon, was my lifeline, the one person who had always been there for me. I dialed his number, and when he answered, I choked out the words, "Jungwon, you won't believe what just happened."