Jimin looks at the blinking letters on the front gate, watches the colors change from one letter to another, regreting life decision.    "Eden basically means a paradise, so don't expect nothing less when you enter." Namjoon had told him. "Prepare to be amazed!" Jimin brushes his sweaty palms along his suit one time before he takes his steps forward. When the security guards see him approaching, they bow so politely before they ask for his name.    "The security is tight and you need to make reservation before you can enter."   "Blue Spring."   "They need to make sure you have money to spend so they will ask you to show them your credit cards. But don't worry, many big people visit the place so your real identity is safe."   Jimin hands the guard his black credit card. The guard accepts it and swipes it in his machine. The machine beeps and that guard ticks something in his book and the double door is open. He hands him back the card. "Welcome to Eden, Mr. Spring."   Jimin enters. The scent of perfume hits him like a two-ton truck and Jimin gags. He turns around to leave but is only greeted with a V-shaped face the size of his fist. She has big eyes like a doll, which is kinda creepy because she acts like one too.    "Good evening, Mr. Spring." She smiles at Jimin. "May I accompany you to your room?"   "They will take you straight to your booked room because you aren't allowed to explore their place. In the room, you will be given a menu to choose your service."   "What are we waiting for?" Jimin puts on his most confident smile back. The woman gestures him to her right and he follows her, not breathing. The rooms he passes by are all occupied by various people. He hasn't had the chance to look closely and he's glad. He doesn't want to know what they're doing in there.   The woman stops in front of his room and motions him to go inside. Jimin strides past her and into the room.    "I will be back with you shortly."   "Now when you're inside the room, don't act suspicious for heaven's sake and just straight up browse through the menu. This is the important part, alright? You browse to the golden pages and go to page 3. Remember to do it casually because there are cameras watching you."   Jimin nods at the woman. Once the door's closed, he casually plops down on the awfully soft sofa and reaches for the menu with his foot. He flips through the pages, pretends to consider his choices of the women and men. He does not forget to look carefully in case Yoongi's picture is in there somewhere. So far, none. He gets to the golden pages and does as instructed. Page 3.   "In page 3, you will see my friend."   In page 3, there's only a picture of an ethereal male. Under his picture there's the price.    25k.   "!" Jimin cusses. He flips to other pages to look at the others' prices. 1k, 3k, 1.2k, 4k, and 12k.etc. The one on the golden page 3 is the most expensive. Jimin tosses the menu back to the table at the same time the door opens again and the woman is back.    "Are you ready to order, Mr. Spring?"   Suddenly Jimin wants to commit mass murder.    "Yes," he says. He pokes the menu with his Louis Vuitton shoe. "That one."   The woman picks up the menu, looks at the page and then smiles.    "We will be back shortly with your order."   Jimin throws himself against the sofa once he's alone. "What's casual about that?? Oh look, I am rich I wear Louis Vuitton?? I need to get out more!"   -   "Our most beautiful flower of all Eden," the woman introduces a male tall and slim, his face prettier than any flower Jimin has ever known in his life. He has to admit his heart does this stupid skipping the beat stuff the moment he saw this man. "He is known as Bleeding Heart." The woman turns briefly to the man. "Please take good care of our guest."   The man nods with a graceful smile. When the woman leaves the room, the man comes to Jimin and sits down next to him.    "Shall I pour you a drink?"   "No, I-"   The man stops Jimin mid-sentence by suddenly coming up on him and straddles him. It happens so fast Jimin almost doesn't have time to brace himself.    "Whoa! Wait a second!"   "Am I being too rough?" The man asks. Jimin gulps so hard he makes this unknown noise.    "I'm not here for the gore. Get off of me, and-" the man leans in so close Jimin has to presses his lips together in a hurry. "…what?"   "We're being monitored and there are people outside eavesdropping." The man whispers faintly. "Play along. Put your hands around my waist." And he kisses Jimin on the lips. Jimin's body goes full error and all his muscles stiffen. After waiting for a moment and the hands still wouldn't arrive, the man reaches out and wraps Jimin's arms around him. The kiss lasts for a few seconds before the man pulls back and giggles.   "Can you leave us alone?" He calls out. "He'd like his privacy remain private." The door creeps open, and after a few seconds it closes again. The man waits for a few more seconds before he gets whispers into Jimin's ear again.    "Kiss my neck."   "What?"   "Well, you look like you want to talk."   "Yeah!"   "The camera, idiot." the man nudges Jimin with his knee. "Lean into my neck and pretend you're kissing me. Talk."   Jimin takes a really deep breath and places a hand around the man's back, his heart drumming against his ribcage. He leans down and whispers against the man's neck. "I'm here to get you out."   "Oh. How much?"   "What?"   "The bail. How much?"   "I-" Jimin pulls back a bit to look at the man to make sure it's not just joke. The man looks pretty serious. "I was told to break you out of here."   "By who?"   "Your friend Namjoon."   The man chuckles and reaches back to take a shot. The stench of alcohol irritates Jimin's nose. He turns away but the man grabs his face and pulls him into his chest. "Darling, he's using you."   "I'm not only here for you." Jimin tries to explain himself further. "My friend was taken here too and I'm getting him out."   "Are you sure your friend is really here?"   "I… what? That's what he told me."   "I told you he's using you. Baby, we don't get fresh meat here. If your friend is really taken, then he's being kept in the Garden. He'll only be sold here unless they're done molding him." the man glances up at the clock on the wall then at the camera. "I'm sorry. It's really unfortunate for you. You don't strike me as someone that gullible."   "Wait a minute," Jimin's head starts spinning again. "Where is this Garden, exactly?"   "You can't go there. It's highly fortified. Again, I'm sorry," the man caresses Jimin's hair and admires its softness. "Do you know how ugly and dangerous this industry really is? Stay away."   "Oh, help me Mother, I'm about to murder someone…" Jimin slumps back into the couch. The hands that still wrapped around the man pull him close unconsciously. "My friend is the only reason I got involved in this thing in the first place."   "That's cute,"   "You said Namjoon is using me. Mind to elaborate?"   The man has a sad smile in