Sold to SuperM

The Purchase

"'Cause when we jumping, it's popping, we jopping."

What the fuck. I stare at the screen, my feet propped up on my desk in my college dorm room. I had fully intended on staying up for the release of SuperM's debut, although I was a bit confused on what exactly a "jopping" was. 

I'm not a full stan of EXO, NCT, or SHINee. I say that meaning I'm not the one to write fanfictions or anything, but I do listen to their music and I have my biases. After all, being a full-time kpop stan in college isn't the easiest task. Especially when I've got a part-time job at the local Subway.

The virtual Kai danced across the screen and it makes my heart skip a beat just by how powerful his dancing is. Sorry Chanyeol, my EXO bias who I swear I'm loyal to. I continue to stare at Kai dreamily, leaning in my chair so far forward I nearly fall out of it.

The song is wild, I admit, and the damn thing was stuck in my head when I fell asleep that night. I probably dreamed about Mark's rap or something. 

I'm about to watch the Jopping music video again when my phone started ringing on my desk. I sigh. It's my mom. Reluctantly, I take the FaceTime call and wonder if she is here to ask me when I'm going to declare my major.

"Hello Mom."

"Hi Y/N, do you have some time to talk?" she asks, sipping some kind of Starbucks drink in our kitchen back home.

"Sure, what's up?"

"Our family's been having some financial problems, you know that, honey, right?" my mother asks, in a soothing, parental voice.

I nod. "Yeah, after you committed tax fraud and got arrested."

She sighs. "Yeah, well, I had to make an important decision, before we lost the house or anything. I hope you aren't mad."

"What is it?" I ask with growing concern. "What did you do?"

"I sold you to a man named Lee Sooman. He promised you'd be safe and everything, and-"

"Mom, hold on, what?" I interrupt. "You SOLD me to-"

"He's a very nice man! He's got a lot of money from whatever he does-"

The sudden realization dawns on me. "Wait, Lee Sooman..."

My mom struggles to comfort me. "He said you'd be sold, in technicality, to a kpop group SuperM. I thought that wouldn't be too bad for you, right?"

"What the fuck, Mom, I'm not a minor. How could you have sold me?"

"I made some legal exceptions."

"The fuck does that mean..."

She shakes her head. "It doesn't concern you. I just hoped to tell you now, because you're going to be expected at the airport in Korea this weekend."

My jaw drops open a little. "You've got to be kidding me... SuperM?" 

"Yes, I Googled them and they seem like lovely boys."

One second, I was jopping, and now apparently I'm meant to fly to Korea to see them. Great.

"Don't forget to drop out and put in your notice," she reminds me, ever so casually, and I choke on my own spit.

"Why?" I croak.

"You can't go to school and your job if you're in another country for two years," she says, shrugging. "It's okay. The current contract is two years, but if you stay longer, I might let you in on some of the payments and they can pay for your student loans."

The inside of my mind is the equivalent of the Wii soundtrack. 

"I'll call you later, Y/N. I'll email you the ticket and everything. I have a wine tasting to go to." With that, she hangs up.

I am jarred to say the least, and surprised at how fast I'm making the calls to get myself dropped out of college and unemployed. At least I won't have to go to my English class tomorrow. Or deal with that asshole coworker. There's a silver lining to everything, I guess, and sometimes it comes in the form of being sold to a kpop group by your chaotic mother.

So, later that week, I dress into something comfortable and nice before driving to the aiport with all my necessary belongings in suitcases, ready for my life to get upturned.

After the long airplane trip, I arrive in Incheon, where there is a man with a sign that says, "Y/N." It makes me feel like a celebrity to be honest. 

The man drives me to what I'm assuming is Seoul. We arrive at a large building that looks like a very large house. Maybe SuperM's vacation home? I don't know, honestly. They're rich, anything can happen.

"I'll take your things, you can go inside. Their manager says they're home," the driver says to me when he's parked.

I gather all my confidence and energy and channel it into being a cool and composed person. I walk to the glass front door and ring the doorbell, taking a few deep breaths. 

There's no answer at first, and I peer through the glass part of the door to see that there's something going on in the living room, some kind of yelling. I can't make it out. But then, Kai is jogging over to the door, a shy smile on his face. He opens the door and bows to greet me. "Hi, I'm Kai-"

There's a blur in the corner of my eyes resembling a ball and everything goes black.