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"Nnnghhhhh...."

Shut up Yoongi!

Shut up!!!

"Aaaaa... Aaaaa... Aaaaahhhhh..."

The beautiful boy with flawless pale skin was trembling in pleasure.

He hated it.

HATED.

And hate was not even enough to describe how he felt right now.

It was unwanted.

He didn't want to feel any pleasures from this at all.

Yoongi cursed himself.

He cursed himself for his pathetic life and his pitiful family who only faced nothing but suffering and pain, every single day, but they still choose to endure their ill-fated lives for the sake of each other.

He didn't expect this to happen.

He never even imagined that one day he would end up in this position out of desperation.

Yoongi felt disgusted.

He felt filthy,

Extremely pathetic and worthless.

Here he was, selling his own virginity to someone he didn't even know,

And letting that stranger touch and manhandle him however that man wanted, was beyond sickening and dreadful.

"Ah.. Ahhh.... Nnghhh... Fuck! Fuck! Aaaahhhh....!" Yoongi whimpered; his body was quivering for the nth time in less than an hour.

This is fucking disgusting.

Shit! Shit!!

Yoongi's body started to heavily shaken the moment he felt the man was rubbing his already leaking dick.

He clenched the bedsheet tightly in his fists, tugging it whenever he tried to stop himself from drowning into the lustful pleasures, while trying so hard not to let another moan or whimper escape from his pretty lips by biting the pillow.

....And another strained moan escaped - full with the unexpected ardor of satisfaction.

Yoongi then shut his eyes as tight as he could, internally cursing his damn soul for letting himself moan like that.

Stupid!

Stop moaning or else you are nothing but a fucking slut!

The beautiful pale boy stopped himself from silently crying, leaving his soft cheeks stained with already dried tears.

Another finger inserted into his butt hole, making every muscle in his body become more tense than before.

And the moment those three fingers started to move inside him, and kept on attacking his sweet spot, Yoongi couldn't help but moan louder and louder each time those fingers hit his spot.

I hate my life.

I fucking hate my damn cursed life!

I detest every single thing that has happened to us!

Yoongi kept on cursing his life.

This damn life led to nothing but non-stop misery and torture.

The beautiful boy could feel a new set of tears now dampening his flushed cheeks due to his extreme dissappointment in life.

We should just die, shouldn't we?

They treat us like animals, anyway..

and I...

I have lost the only think I protected my whole damn life.

You...

We're pathetic...

Yoongi's lips started to tremble. He pressed his palm onto his trembling lips as hard as he could, hoping that the man who was going to fuck him wouldn't hear his heartbroken whimper.

For fuck sake, Yoongi!

Stop crying!

This is nothing.

You've been through things worse than this.

You need the money...

You fucking need this money!

Yoongi took a deep, long breath, trying so hard to ignore how aching his heart felt right now.

Here he was,

being so fucking desperate,

for the sake of the people he loves in his own little dark world.

And the desperation led him to sacrifice the only one thing he cherished the most about himself,

His dignity.

His damn dignity made him remember that he was also a human being.

But he lost it now.

He lost that dignity for the sake of his mom and his little brother.

"Fucking pay the money your slutty sister stole from our boss or else we will kill your mom and sell you and your brother as prostitutes!"

One of the men strongly cupped his chin with his big rough hand.

The man angrily spat those words before he kicked the poor boy in his stomach several times, ignoring the fact that the boy was almost collapsed.

Yoongi silently hissed, trying his best to sit up on the floor but failed miserably.

He glanced towards his little brother, Hoseok, who was unconsciously lying on the floor after being hit mercilessly by those gangsters, before he looked at his mom who laid a few meters away from him, already turning pale due to her blood lost.

This was their third time in a month, trying to run and hide from those gangsters who harassed them for over a year now, demanding them to pay the money that his elder sister 'stole' from their boss.

And unfortunately, those thugs always found them within days,

And the nightmares kept on repeating over and over again.

"Speaking about sending them to the slut house, how about we do some 'tasting' before we decide whether they are worth enough to be sold as prostitutes ," the other man suggested, eyeing Hoseok who was lying on the floor with lustful eyes.

He then crouched down beside Hoseok who was still unconscious, starting to knead the boy's ass cheeks while hungrily touching all over his body.

"I'm gonna fuck him so goo-"

"Stop touching him you bastard!!!" Yoongi barked furiously.

He tried to move towards them, ignoring the fact that he was bruising and bleeding, just to save his younger brother from being sexually harassed, but was stopped by strong arms that were holding his shirt from behind.

A strong fist landed on his jaw, adding more wounds to his already wounded face.

Yoongi's body started to tremble the moment he realized someone was already on top of him, eyeing his body up and down a few times before the man started to rip open his shirt.

"Such a beautiful boy. You will be so fucking good for me ," the man growled before he started to kiss and suck Yoongi's neck, tainting the flawless skin with a deep purplish hickey.

Yoongi started to freak out and felt terrified all at the same time.

He tried so hard to push the man away from him, while screaming as loud as he could, begging the man to stop from doing what he did at that moment.

"STOP-"

A loud slap sound echoed throughout the small apartment's living room area and another few smacking sounds followed soon after.

"Fucking shut up, you slut!" the man angrily barked before he landed another slap near Yoongi's bleeding lips.

He moved his hands towards Yoongi's pants, ignoring the fact that the boy was still screaming and crying out loud, begging him continuously to stop.

"Stop!!! Please stop!!!! I'll pay. I'll p-pay the money-"

Yoongi choked, still trying to push the man with his shaking hands but he stopped when the man grabbed his wrists and pinned those above his head,  just before the bastard let out a chuckle from his filthy mouth.

"And why should I listen to you? Your pretty tight hole will be so fucking good for all of us. I can imagine how great to fuck you all... night.....long, screaaaaaming and begging us to stop continuously ," the man whispered near Yoongi's ear while biting his earlobe, licking it a few times before he continued his words.

"...After all, you don't want us to bang your beautiful little brother instead, right?"

And at that specific time,

those specific cursed seconds,

Yoongi could feel his heart stop the moment that thug mentioned about his brother.

'Ho-Hoseok...'

His teary eyes widened as he looked straight at the man's smug face in horror.

Yoongi's mind was busy, trying to decide what was the best to do at that time.

Should he sacrifice himself and let them molest him instead of Hoseok?

He...

He should, right?

He would.

If that's the price to protect his precious little brother.

'Hyung will always protect you, Hoseok-ah. Just trust hyung. Okay?'

That promise he made to his brother kept on ringing in his head, giving him the strength to tell them his decision.

Taking another long breath just to ease his shattered soul, he slowly responded with his already hoarse voice.

"P-please... L-leave him alone... Use-use me... P-please don't touch him... Not-not him!"

"You shouldn't space out like that when you're with me. I hate people being disrespectful like this!"

The man who was fingering Yoongi growled, slapping the pale butt cheek once before he turned the boy's frail body to face him.

"Hey," the man slowly whispered, rubbing Yoongi's wet cheek with his thumb.

Yoongi was still spacing out; face emotionless with his eyes resembling nothing but a dead soul.

He then blinked his eyes slowly, only to gape widely after he realized he was facing the still fully clothed man who was on top of him.

"Oh God. I-I... Master, I'm s-sorry... I-I will be good. I promise. I...I didn't mean to..to..."

Yoongi started to hyperventilate.

He was panicking at the stupid mistake he made just now.

It's a rule,

a written contract that clearly stated the 'virgin petal' should serve his master as best as he could or else he wouldn't even get another chance to serve as a 'petal' anymore.

Yoongi was still hyperventilating; staring at the guy who was on top of him with his teary red eyes.

"Master, please, I-I'll be good-"

Yoongi stopped the moment that guy slapped his hands away, when he tried to touch his shoulders.

"Don't touch me," the man lowly growled, glaring at Yoongi who was already fidgeting.

"C-can you please give me another chance.."

Please...

I'm desperate...

I need that money to survive...

"P-please...." Yoongi slowly whispered, pleading to the guy who paid for his service to give him another chance.

He couldn't be kicked out from this room now.

Not now.

He knew the rule well enough.

Once the customer cancelled on you, the club would automatically kick you out and there would be no second chance.

NEVER.

And that's one of the reasons why the 'club' remained exclusive and superior among those who were in the underground world.

The ash grey haired guy just kept quiet, eyeing the beautiful naked body with his lustful eyes.

Licking his lower plump lips while he stared deep into Yoongi's swollen eyes, he then leaned down to slowly whisper his words to the still trembling guy.

"What's your name again?" he asked before he started to nibble Yoongi's earlobe.

"Y-yoongi"

"Hey Yoongi. You should be glad for being this fucking beautiful," the man huskily replied, sucking the skin behind Yoongi's ear before he slowly ran his tongue towards the flawless pale neck.

He kept on kissing and sucking the pretty neck, licking it soon after, before he moved towards the untouched skin on the other side, just to stain it with another set of deep purplish hickeys.

"Promise you'll be good for me?" the man slowly whispered before he looked at Yoongi's anxious face nodding his head, eyes sparkled with gratefulness, even though he knew very well that this would never be the few small things in his life that he would be thankful for.

"Good," the man contentedly replied, smirking before he landed another wet kiss on Yoongi's chest.

"But I hate it if you go mute on me," he continued, gripping Yoongi's cheeks with his hand.

"I'm sorry, Master. I-I promise I will be good for you," Yoongi replied, trying his best to keep the eye contact.

I should just let us die, right?

B-but...

Mom and Hoseok mustn't die...

They deserve to live,

They deserve to at least experience a little bit of happiness in this life,

And I need to make it happen.

I have to...

I will.

"And fucking stop calling me Master. I hate it!" he impatiently replied, gripping the pale cheeks harder, making the slightly trembling boy look straight at his face.

"I... What should I call you then?" Yoongi slowly asked, struggling to move his mouth.

The guy cockily smirked, starting to rub his palm on Yoongi's semi-hard dick.

"Jimin. Call me Jimin."

The guy chuckled when he felt Yoongi, who was beneath him, start to tremble the moment he wrapped his fingers around the boy's almost hard cock.

"....And I want you to scream my name as loud as you can the moment I fuck your tight virgin ass all....night....long...," Jimin slowly whispered the words with his cocky smirk, licking his beautiful plump lips while eyeing the beautiful virgin meat beneath him.

Yoongi nodded.

His eyes widened when he remembered the other guy's words before.

"I hate it if you go mute on me..."

"Ji-Jimin... I will. I will scream your name t-the moment w-when you... when you fuck me..."

You have to do this, Yoongi...

After all...

"I promise..."

We have to survive...

Chapter Text

A week before the incident

"Hoseok-ah, have you and Mom had dinner yet?" Yoongi whispered, tightly clenching his phone while flicking his shaking pupils, looking everywhere just to make sure that nobody was around.

The store where he was working now was empty, but Yoongi never let his surroundings trick his instinct, especially after what he and his family had painfully went through almost his whole life.

So instead of letting his guard down, he kept on checking all around, both inside and outside the store, holding his trembling hands together in hopes that he could at least stop himself from shaking in fear.

Damn it Yoongi!

Stop trembling!

You are worthless if you are weak like this.

Noona is not around anymore, so you have to protect them now.

Mom and Hoseok need you.

We.. You have to be strong, Yoongi.

Yoongi internally cussed at himself, just like he always did whenever he felt like he was nothing but a piece of shit. He always seemed to need his older sister to protect him, ever since he was a child, because he was always being a weak and a sick little boy.

Sometimes he would ask himself why was he even born, because he continuously thought that he was nothing but a burden to his mother and older sister. They also needed to pay for his large amount of medical bills when he was younger.

Thankfully, his health became better and that made him capable of working two part time jobs to earn money, just enough for his family to survive.

He gulped a few times, inhaling a long, deep breath, just to decrease his thumping heartbeat.

Yoongi was scared, very scared and there was never a second in his life that he had ever felt safe and secure.

"Hoseok!" He half shouted, half hissed. Yoongi started to feel his anxiety build up inside his small, frail body; always afraid that something might happen to his mother and little brother while he was not with them.

He glanced at the entrance of the convenience store, just in case he had to greet new customers who came in.

"Yes hyung. I'm sorry. Mom told me to tell you to come back early today. It's not safe to be out late. We already ate and we saved it for you too. Mom cooked us Kimchi fried rice and fried eggs. I think today was our lucky day because everyone who watched me dance gave me at least 500 Won, so I got enough money to buy us eggs and rice, hyung!" Hoseok beamed excitedly, clearly showing how happy he was with his small accomplishment.

It's not easy for Hoseok to earn money just by dancing in the street. To be honest, it's even a miracle if he comes back home earning enough for them to buy food, or help with the bills.

Sometimes he could only bring as little as 3000 Won, even though he danced for hours, but mom and Yoongi would always show how much they appreciated the youngest's effort to help them financially.

It's unfortunate, to be honest, but they had to accept their doomed, fated lives.

If only they were not in this shitty life that was full of misfortunes and misery.

Yoongi always thought that Hoseok was good enough to be on stage, showing the world how talented and great he was as a dancer.

He is gifted.

Hoseok has an inborn talent as a dancer and no one can deny that fact, especially those who see the way his body moves whenever he starts to dance.

Yoongi smiled lovingly at how his precious little brother sounded right now - Hoseok is happy, very happy, and Yoongi couldn't be grateful enough to think that at least they could still smile today.

"Alright. Please tell Mom that hyung will come back early today. I just have to wait for another hour before someone else comes for their shift," Yoongi replied, still in his hushed tone.

His body then tensed the moment he heard the bell ring, indicating that someone was entering the shop.

Peeking at the glass door, he only sees a figure wearing a black hoodie, covering his face with a black mask entered the store, slowly moving towards the food shelves.

"I think I have to go now. Tell mom I love her, and I love you too, Hoseok-ah. Bye!" Yoongi quickly ended the call, shoving his old phone into his back pocket, before he craned his neck to look at the customer who was standing behind one of the shelves.

The man, Yoongi assumed, based on his body size, proportion and posture, was slowly walking behind the shelves, making some sounds that made Yoongi feel uncomfortable.

He started to feel uneasy and tense by how suspicious the new customer was acting.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, indicating it was fifteen minutes passed eleven, Yoongi internally sighed, praying to God to protect him from any harm tonight. What he really needs now is to live, in order to keep his little world safe and sound.

His dark little world consisted of his mom, his little brother and himself. His noona was part of it too, but she suddenly abandoned them a year ago, just like how their father left them thirteen years ago.

Grabbing a blade knife that he kept in his back pocket with his trembling hand, Yoongi gulped down the thick lump that he felt in his throat since the moment he started to feel suspicious of the man.

Could he be...

He couldn't be...

Those thugs wouldn't even dare to come here.

This is not their place... He's got to be someone else...

Furrowing his eyebrows while thinking that probably the man was just a random thief, Yoongi wrapped his fingers tighter around the knife handle, preparing himself for any misfortune that he might eventually face.

It didn't take long for the customer to run towards him, slamming the counter with a lot of junk food and drinks.

Yoongi gasped with surprise while pointing the blade towards the offender, only to let out an annoying huff when he saw the shit eating grinning face of the 'black hoodie guy.'

"Hey beautiful," the guy greeted with a wink, removing his mask, while admiring Yoongi's irritated face.

"Jackson! Don't do that ever again. I could have accidentally hurt you, you know?!" Yoongi hissed, smacking Jackson's head with his palm before he quickly shoved his blade knife back into his back pocket.

He glared at Jackson who was now laughing out loud. The guy was leaning his body at the counter, just to avoid himself from falling down on the floor from the uncontrollable laughter.

"Yoongi, you are so cute and adorable, you know? Now I think I might end up falling in love with you" Jackson cooed, pinching the smooth, puffy cheeks while smiling adoringly at the latter.

Yoongi puffed out an air while slapping the hands that were still pinching his cheeks, feeling flustered and uncomfortable with the unexpected act coming from the other guy.

"Stop talking bullshit, Jackson. We both know you are in love with my noona since the moment you laid your eyes on her" Yoongi sharply replied, rolling his eyes when he heard Jackson was playfully responded with 'ouch' for a few times, just to make sure Yoongi hear him loud and clear.

"Yes, but have anyone ever tell you that you are prettier and more attractive than your noona? To be honest, you are so beautiful, Yoongi. It's a waste that no one can never see your beauty because you are too busy hiding yourself" Jackson asked with a wink, resting his chin with his fist while staring dreamily at Yoongi who was now busy scanning the items.

Yoongi just snorted, shaking his head a few times before he shoved the plastic bag that was full with junk foods and drinks toward Jackson, who was still staring at him.

"Stop, Jackson! Don't be creepy. And no, I'm not pretty nor beautiful. So stop with your pathetic attempt to flirt with me" Yoongi gave a short breathy laugh, before he lightly pushed Jackson away from his counter.

"Ah, now I'm hurt! Stop rejecting me, Yoongi!" Jackson teasingly replied, holding the plastic bag and started to pace towards the glass door. He then stopped, before he glance at Yoongi through his shoulder, "Say hi to your noona, Yoongi. I miss her. It's been awhile since we see each other. See you soon, okay?"

Yoongi just silently watching him as he went out from the store, clenching his hands just to ease his aching heart.

"I miss her too. Noona, where are you?"

-----MiniMini-----

Yoongi ended up alone in between dark alleys, pacing nervously towards the direction to his house. He ended up having to work overtime because the person who was supposed to work after him didn't come with unknown reasons.

It's already 2 am in the morning, thus, it was normal to have quiet and empty streets right now. Most shops are already closed since 12 midnight, only some convenience stores like the one he works, clubs and bars are open at this hour.

He froze the moment he heard someone was shrieking not far away from his spot. Taking a deep breath, with a thumping heart, he slowly turned towards his right, only to twist his neck back to look at the opposite direction.

"Fuck! Fuck! Urghhhh... Your cock is soooo good. Sooo good... More, more.."

Yoongi winced the moment he heard both of them moaning and panting, talking dirty towards each other. He scrunched his face in disgust, trying to forget the image he saw a few seconds ago.

There, a few meters away to his right, were two men fucking against the wall.

Yoongi was so sure that the one who was pressed against the wall was a prostitute based on the clothes he wore.

And he pitied the whore because he was so sure that he wouldn't be able to walk properly afterwards based on how rough he was being fucked. It's not like Yoongi knows how it feels being a virgin himself, after all.

But judging by the way the other guy was being fucked, even a virgin could predict what would happen right after the whore reached his climax.

Fucking hell.

Yoongi muttered curses non-stop while slightly jogging, trying his best to leave as fast as he could.

It's disturbing, to be honest, having to see those kinds of things almost on regular basis, especially if he has to go back home after midnight, but that's how he lives his life and as far as he hates it, he can't do anything about it.

Hugging his favourite black sweater to protect himself from the night breeze, while fixing the mask he wore since the moment he stepped out from the store, he stopped his pace again, when he felt his phone vibrating inside his back pocket.

"Hello, Hoseok-ah. Hyung-"

"Hyung, when are you coming home? I-I don't feel good," Hoseok whined, trying to hide how anxious he felt.

Yoongi kept on walking, flicking his eyes at every direction just to make sure he wouldn't end up faced with an unwanted event, or even worse, bumping into people he and his family had avoided for so many years.

"Hyung is on the way home now. Just be patient, okay? Why aren't you asleep yet? It's late now," Yoongi slowly whispered, trying to calm his little brother who sounded in distress, while trying to ease his own nervousness as well.

"I-I can't. I just can't. I don't know. I just think that something bad will hap-"

"Where's mom, Hoseokie?" Yoongi abruptly interrupted, still is his hushed voice.

"Uhm.. Mom? M-mom's asleep now, hyung."

"Okay, just wait for me. I will be there in 5 minutes, okay?"

"Okay hyung. J-just be safe, okay?"

"Oka-"

Yoongi then stopped, instantaneously ending up the phone call when he heard a few voices not far away from the place he was walking now. One of the voices sounded like he was in pain, begging the others to stop from hurting and torturing him.

P-please, please protect me..

H-hoseok and mom are waiting for me now..

Yoongi silently whispered, hugging his phone close to his chest.

He slowly walked straight, hoping that he wouldn't end up bumping into whatever shit was happening between those men up ahead.

But only after a minute later, he stopped, feeling his body going cold and numb.

Yoongi could feel his heart pounding loudly inside his chest, matching with how his body trembled furiously.

There, right infront of his shaky pupils, stood two men, pointing guns at another heavily bleeding man who was now laying on the ground.

"Do Hun-shi, please don't make this difficult for you. We just asked you a very simple and easy question," one of the guys calmly stated, pushing the other guy's index finger upwards with his foot before he stepped hard on it.

Yoongi was so sure the guy broke his finger based on the cracking sound he heard. But then again, judging at how wounded he looked now, Yoongi knew well that he already had more broken bones than that.

"I asked you a question, Do Hun-shi," the tall, broad looking guy repeated, still in his eerily calm voice. His foot was still stepping on the broken finger, pressing it firmly, even though the guy he called Do Hun was screaming in pain.

"I.. I don't k-know! I swear I don't!"

"You know, the moment Prince arrives and you still deny that you have the information about the diamond, he will never think twice to shoot right through your thick skull. I'm giving you a sneak peak at how you will end up in a few minutes more," the other guy just shrugged, crouching down beside the still screaming guy. He pointed his gun at the guy's face, before calmly making a 'bang' sound using his pouty lips.

After a few screams and pleading for them to release him, still denying that he knows nothing about the diamond they were asking for, Yoongi decided he shouldn't listen to any of this in the first place.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly took his steps back, eyes never leaving the three guys who hadn't notice him yet.

He quietly counted his steps, careful enough not to make any noise to avoid unwanted attention.

40...

41...

42...

4....

He then stopped when he felt something was pressing at the back of his head.

Something metal.

Abruptly, he turned his heels faster than he should, making himself almost trip toward the ground.

It felt like his soul just left his frail, pale body the moment his eyes landed on the metal that was now pressing against his forehead.

A gun.

It was a gun.

Taking a deep, long breath, he shifted his shaky pupils to look at the figure who was pointing the gun at his forehead.

It was a guy, a young guy who was the same height as him. This guy with silverish-grey hair was wearing a black leather jacket, matched with his tight leather pants.

His sharp looking eyes were glaring straight at Yoongi's hidden face, digging in an imaginary hole based on how he unblinkingly stared at Yoongi.

He made a clicking sound using his tongue, which made Yoongi avert his eyes to look at his pouty, plump lips.

Only with a blink later, Yoongi was already being pressed against the wall with a hand wrapped tightly around his neck, the gun still closely pressed against his forehead.

"Who are you?" the guy asked with his stern voice, coldly glaring at Yoongi's widened eyes.

"I... I..." Yoongi gulped, repeatedly opening and closing his mouth. He gasped for air the moment he felt the hand was choking him stronger than before.

"I asked you a question. A simple one. Who are you?" the silverish-grey haired guy repeated his question, digging his nails at Yoongi's pale neck, which obviously would leave him with marks and bruises.

"I'm... I'm Y-" Yoongi stopped, shifting his eyes to look the other direction, avoiding the cold stare the moment he remembered what his sister and his mother told him about giving out his personal information.

"Yoongi-ah, Hoseok-ah, you have to promise noona something, okay?" the pale, flawless skin girl squeezed Yoongi's hand, before she did the same to Hoseok's hand as well.

She then fed Yoongi a piece of kimbab, smiling at Hoseok when the youngest took his own piece of kimbab to feed himself.

"Promise you what, noona?" Hoseok curiously asked, taking another piece of kimbab before he shoved it into his still full mouth.

"Both of you need to promise not to easily give your personal information to anyone. Not even your name. Okay?" she replied, wiping Hoseok's mouth with her shirt sleeve, before she did the same to Yoongi, who eventually whined soon after, mumbling that he was already a big boy.

"I will still think of you as a baby, you know? I don't care if you are already 15 now, you are still a baby," she cooed at the pouty Yoongi, kissing his soft cheek afterwards which earned her a cold glare from the latter.

She giggled afterwards, making Hoseok who was 13 years old that time giggle along with her.

She then went serious again, cupping both Yoongi's and Hoseok's cheeks with her palms, continuously shifting her eyes at her two beloved brothers.

"I'm serious. Promise me, never let strangers know who you are easily, okay? Mom also wants you to do the same" she repeated her words, more stern this time, which made her two brothers nod their heads simultaneously.

"I promise noona," Yoongi replied, hugging his sister, before he pulled Hoseok to join their bear hugs.

Yoongi was forced out from his trance the moment he felt something was pressing harder near his head.

He flicked his eyes back at the figure in front of him, biting his lips just to gather his courage to answer the question.

Think Yoongi.

Think!

Name...

Name...

Which name should I use?

"Youngjae!" he half squealed, half shouted the moment he noticed the guy was about to pull the trigger.

He then heard the man muttering lines of profanities, the moment he noticed the other three guys were looking at their direction.

Yoongi's eyes went wide when he saw one of the guys, the one who was crouching down near the wounded man, quickly walk towards them.

"Prince?" the guy slowly called, ping-ponging his eyes towards both of them. He had dark brown hair covering his forehead, which probably didn't match the fact that he was also holding a gun.

"You should fucking check your surroundings, Choi!" the man who was called Prince snapped, squinting his eyes when he saw the other guy was scratching his nape while muttering a slow sorry.

Without any warning, the silverish-grey haired guy just pulled off the mask that was covering Yoongi's face. He then froze for a few seconds the moment his eyes landed on the beautiful, pale skinned boy.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, calmer than before.

The dark brown haired guy lifted an eyebrow, looking amused at what he just saw. He then chuckled, but gulped soon after when he realized that 'Prince' was glaring at him.

"I'm asking you-"

"I was just walking here to go back home. I.. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything. I p-promise I will keep my mouth shut," Yoongi stared deeply onto the other dark brown orbs. He refused to blink his eyes, afraid that his unshed tears would roll down his cheeks.

That was the last thing he wanted to happen; crying pathetically infront some random thugs whom he unfortunately met.

"And how can I know you are not one of those people from another gang?What if..." he trailed his gun down Yoongi's jaw, pushing it slightly towards the pale skin. "What if you are one of them, spying on us?" he calmly asked, trailing his gun down towards Yoongi's neck before he moved it back to press against his forehead.

"I-I promise y-you. I'm.. I'm not in any gang," Yoongi pleaded, praying internally. He hoped he wouldn't end up dead here in this dark alley, the last thing he hoped to happen to him, beside any harm towards his family.

"I promise yo-" Yoongi then stopped when he heard an excruciating scream coming from the same spot he saw a few minutes ago.

"Prince" the brown haired guy whispered. He then nodded and started to walk towards the two other men after Prince whispered something to him.

"I.. Can you please let me go? P-please-"

Yoongi gasped the moment Prince wrapped his fingers around his pale neck, choking it once before he trailed his fingers upwards, brushing them a few times against Yoongi's pale cheek.

"I will let you go. But don't ever dare come across me again. And if you really are one of them, I will make sure that I will be the one who will kill you slowly," he looked straight at Yoongi's shaking pupils, licking his bottom lip with ease, as if he didn't just threaten someone a few seconds ago.

Trailing his hand downward, rubbing his palm slowly on the other's chest while the other hand still pressing the gun at Yoongi's forehead, he then licked his bottom lip again before he continued.

"I really hate people who betray me, you know? So just to make things clear, if I know you are the one who make things difficult for me, I will kill you as painfully as I can until you beg me to just let you kill yourself"

Not gonna happen.

I will make sure I live as long as I can just to protect mom and Hoseokie.

I will live until I have no reason not to.

Yoongi internally responded to the guy's words, never leaving his eyes looking at the man's face.

It's not that he was in one of the gangs, nor that he even cared to tell anyone about the things he just saw. He had alot of other shitty things he had to face and deal with afterall.

It was just that the words made him realize and remember his vow to keep on fighting, living his life and making sure to protect the people he loves are safe until his last breath.

Yoongi took a deep breath, nodding his head a few times without breaking the eye contact.

Gulping his dry throat after he felt his heart wasn't thumping as fast as before, he opened his mouth to respond to the latter's words.

"I promise," he whispered his words, exhaling a long breath after the guy removed his gun, before he pushed him slightly towards the road.

"Go"

That was the last thing Yoongi heard before he forced himself to run as fast as he could.

Chapter Text

Jungkook and his assistant managed to track down the bastard who dared to even think about playing tricks with them, telling their boss that he knew where the Sapphire diamond the Park family had been looking for, for almost a year now. He was just trying to save his pathetic ass from paying his debt to The Casino, the one that belonged to the most powerful and terrifying family around, The Park family.

Prince got into a lot of trouble from his father, who told him that he should find the diamond by hook or by crook, because it was worth more than anyone could ever imagine.

So when a man suddenly came telling them that he knows where the ever so mysterious, most wanted Sapphire is, they let him slip out from The Casino with his 1 million dollar debt, just to give him a chance to come back the next night with the Sapphire he had promised.

It ended up with him not showing up, nor producing the most wanted Sapphire he dared to offer in the first place.

Well, not that any of them expected it to happen anyway. Just the feeling of tracking down people who tried to mess with them always gave them the twisted thrill they sought after.

One of their gang members, Kang Taehyun, their genius hacker, managed to trace the guy, Kang Do Hun, which ironically happened in less than an hour. Jungkook and his assistant then went to the place he was, after they got the order from Prince - Park Jimin, the sole heir of The Park empire.

"He's only a few meters away from you guys. Thirty meters to be precise. I didn't see anyone else with him. I will report if I see anyone suspicious," Taehyun informed.

"Man, I never imagined having hidden CCTVs in this area would make our job easier than it already is," the younger boy, Jungkook's assistant, muttered alone, eyes still observing every inch of the secluded area.

"Shut up, Beomgyu. If Prince heard you belittle his idea-"

"Which I didn't," the younger boy replied, fast enough to cut Jungkook's words. He even glared at Jungkook, which earned him a chuckle from the elder.

"You did. You told me before that Prince hyung would only waste his money if he installed CCTVs in his areas-"

"Taehyun, you better shut up before I cut your tongue out once I finish this job," Beomgyu threatened, which earned a dead silence from the others.

Jungkook chuckled once again, shaking his head in disbelief at his youngers' antics. These motherfuckers-

"Eagle, Baby bird, the target is now talking on the phone. He's five meters away, just near the left corner, right in front of you!"

"I hate my code name," the younger thug mumbled slowly, pouting when he felt Jungkook's hand ruffling his dark brown hair.

"Noted. Let us know when we can move," Jungkook carefully whispered, eyes still trailing all over the area, just in case there was someone else in the alley.

"Target already ended the call. He is now walking toward your spot."

And just in the blink of an eye later, the target, Kang Do Hun, carelessly walked towards the two crooks, eyes still fixed on his phone screen.

He froze the moment he saw the two figures standing in front of him, but decided to ignore them, leisurely walking past them.

"Mr. Kang," Jungkook calmly called, stretching his arms upwards while waiting for Do Hun to turn around to face him.

"I think you forgot about something," Jungkook continued, shoving his hands inside his pockets once the man was looking at him.

"Who the fuck are you?" Do Hun spat, eyes glaring with the same amount of poison from his voice tone. He stepped a few steps backwards just to get more of a gap in between himself and the two of them.

"You don't have to know who we are, Do Hun-shi, you just have to tell us where the fuck is the Sapphire you promised us last night," Jungkook calmly replied, hands now were stretching backwards.

As soon as Do Hun heard the word 'Sapphire' pass through Jungkook's smirking lips, he turned around and tried to run as fast as he could, trying so hard to save himself from getting caught by those thugs.

"One.... Two.... Three...."

Three seconds later, Jungkook took out his GLOCK 19 complete with a silencer, his new semi automatic handgun he bought along with a few other gang members, and like an expert, he aimed it precisely at Do Hun's left thigh.

"Bang!" Jungkook mockingly shouted, that should have been heard if he hadn't put the silencer on as soon as he fired his gun, snickering the moment he heard the man grunt in pain when he fell to the ground soon after.

"Brainless like other maggots, as always," Beomgyu chuckled, slowly following Jungkook from behind. The moment he was a step closer from the laying body, he pressed his foot on the wounded thigh, ignoring the cries and pleas from Do Hun who was now screaming for help.

"I don't think that's a good move, Do Hun-shi," Jungkook snickered, kicking the man's jaw a few times, contrasting the excruciating sweet tone he used when calling his name.

And that made the man spit a pool of blood, along with two broken teeth.

"I-I don't know w-what y-you are talking a-about," Do Hun replied, grunting in pain. He tried to sit up, but miserably failing from doing so when Beomgyu kicked him right on his face.

Jungkook snickered, pushing his foot on the man's neck, compressing his right carotid artery as hard as he could.

"Are you trying to cut his oxygen supply? Trust me, you need to make sure both of the Carot-"

"Shut up, Owl," Jungkook sharply replied, cutting Taehyun's words in a harsh way which made the younger gulp in fear before he quickly muttered an apology.

Beomgyu just giggled, which obviously was not the right time to do so.

Not when he still had his foot on the wounded thigh, not when Jungkook was trying to crush the man's neck with his foot, and definitely not when they still needed to get the information about the Sapphire from the middle aged man who brought it up last night.

"Don't try to talk shit to us. You were the one who brought that up. If you know nothing about it, you wouldn't have even mentioned about the Sapphire," Jungkook spat, foot still pressing on Do Hun's neck.

"I... I...." Do Hun choked, trying his best to gasp for some air.

"You what?" Jungkook calmly asked, already pointing the gun at Do Hun's right thigh.

"I c-cannot... I cannot t-tell you-"

Do Hun couldn't manage to complete his words, ending up screaming at the new excruciating pain coming from his right thigh the moment Jungkook shot it with his gun.

"Do Hun-shi, please don't make this difficult for you. We just asked you a very simple and easy question," Jungkook calmly replied, pushing the guy's index finger upwards with his foot before he stepped hard on it.

And that made Do Hun cry in pain. He was trembling in fear, biting his already wounded lips just to stop himself from crying out loud.

He knew so well he eventually would end up dead here, but what was waiting for him once he opened his mouth was a lot worse than this.

"I asked you a question, Do Hun-shi," Jungkook repeated again, still in his eerily calm voice. His foot was still stepping on the broken finger, pressing it firmly, ignoring how loud Do Hun was screaming.

Jungkook and Beomgyu knew that Taehyun would inform them if anyone was near their radius, securing a specific amount of circumference based on areas covered by the CCTVs.

If only they knew that Taehyun was being interrupted by one of his assistants, seeking for his opinion on how to trace a new gang who was trying to sell drugs in one of Park's areas without seeking for any permission - not that they would get it even if they asked.

And that tiny carelessness made their best hacker accidentally overlook the presence of a new figure who was walking toward the scene.

"Do we need to cut off one of your fingers first, then? You know we won't think twice to do it as long as we get the information about the Sapphire," Jungkook growled, stomping his foot at the broken finger before he pressed it harder than before.

"I.. I don't k-know! I swear I don't!"

"You know, the moment Prince arrives and you still deny that you have the information about the diamond, he will never think twice to shoot right through your thick skull. I'm giving you a sneak peak at how you will end up in a few minutes more," Beomgyu just shrugged, crouching down beside Do Hun who was still screaming. He pointed his gun at the guy's face, before calmly making a 'bang' sound using his pouty lips.

"Please, I b-beg you... I-I... I can't tell y-you-"

"So, does it means that you are lying to us about not knowing shit about it?" Jungkook raised an eyebrow, already pointing his gun at the pleading guy's leg.

"I swear, I just.. I just know the na-name.. I-I never saw it... I swear!! I don't h-have any information about it!"

"Wrong answer," Jungkook responded, giving a signal to Beomgyu who was looking at him with a knowing smirk plastered on his pinkish lips - ironically too pretty, considering he was one of Park's most talented young hitman and Jeon, who was Prince's righthand man's mentee.

And a blink of an eye later, Beomgyu's foot landed on the guy's groin, kicking it several times despite Do Hun's excruciating screams and pleas.

"What do you mean you couldn't get the shipping deal?" Park Jimin hissed, fisting his hand in anger.

He paced himself towards the specific place Taehyun informed him through text ten minutes ago, eager to get any information about the Sapphire.

To be honest, his father didn't tell him the reason why they have to own the diamond yet, but he knew for sure once they got their hands on the Sapphire, his father would eventually tell him what the big deal was - not that he expected it to be an easy task for the old man to tell him either.

Everyone knows they are not very close with each other, but because Jimin is the sole heir to his empire, the old man needs to be in good terms with his only son.

"You know it's a huge deal, Solar. No, I don't fucking care. Get that deal by hook or by crook. I will send Suho to go with you tomorrow to Japan to make a deal with them," Jimin replied, voice still stern and serious.

"Prince, you know I've been working with your family even before you got the throne. It's impossible. They will ask us to make a trade with something ridiculous. You know everyone is eyeing for The Casino and Sakura, and once they get their hands on either of these two, you know it can affect the whole Park's Empire!"

"Do I need to go along with you two, then?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, his tone went low and deep.

"No, no. You have to deal with more important deals here. I just think I need to bring Hani along as well-"

"Why do you have to bring our best brain along-?" Jimin stopped, exhaled a breath the moment his brain processed the idea.

"Exactly"

Jimin clicked his tongue, rolling his eyes in annoyance, knowing that the female on the other line was proudly smirking in triumph.

"Do you need me to provide a sniper to come along with you as well?" Jimin sarcastically offered, snickering the moment he heard the response coming from one of his trusted persons.

"As if I'm not a sniper myself," that's the last words Jimin heard before his eyes trailed on a black hooded figure who was standing still in front of him.

He looked at the reason that made the person freeze, muttering curses the moment he realized what was happening a few meters away from them.

"I have to go," he quickly mumbled to his phone before he abruptly ended the call.

His gaze snapped back towards the figure, assuming it was a guy, eventhough the body frame was too small to assume if anyone were to take a quick glance at him from behind.

I guess we have to get rid of two bodies instead of one tonight.

Licking his tongue in pure eagerness and anticipation, he secured his fingers to take out his gun from under his thin, black shirt, securedly placing it inside a gun holster around his waist.

He silently stood there, eyeing at how the guy was slowly walking backwards, completely unaware of his presence a few meters behind him.

Jimin leisurely pointing the gun toward the guy, aimed exactly at the back of his head while shoving his other hand inside his leather jacket's pocket.

And a few seconds later, the moment the guy's head was touching his gun, Jimin smirked, anticipating the fear he would see on the latter's eyes.

The guy turned his heels way too fast, almost tripping forward, but he managed to balance himself from falling on the ground.

The first thing that caught Jimin's eyes was the latter's own set of sharp and sparkling eyes, ones that could make you find peace and serenity whenever you looked at them.

It's a pity how those eyes looked scared and dead right now, but Jimin still found them calming and soothing.

It feels like home.

The Prince frowned, unable to think of any logical reason why he felt that way. They had never met, he was so sure he would remember if they ever had.

Pushing away those feelings that he always thought were vulnerable and weak, because he never allowed himself to feel that way about anyone, especially to a stranger he never met, he pushed the metal he was holding firmer against the guy's forehead.

He averted his gaze slightly downward, realizing that the man who was still covering most of his face with a mask was already staring at him with wide eyes.

Peace.

For the first time in a longest time ever, the heartless Prince felt peace - the unwanted feeling he'd been avoiding the moment he knew that he would be the one who would rule the ever so powerful Park Empire.

He stared at the guy who he'd just met, noticing that he had a beautiful, pale complexion and Jimin had always loved this kind of skin - reminding him of one of his most beloved people, his mother.

It's frustrating and infuriating the way Jimin's intention to kill the guy on the spot completely changed the second they made eye contact a moment ago, which made him hate the fact that he met this guy in this kind of situation.

And he never wanted to meet anyone who could make him feel this way.

It's unneeded and could only bring unwelcome casualties, which was the thing that Jimin avoided for a long time, knowing this could be his weak point for his countless rivals and enemies.

"Tsk!" Jimin angrily clicked his tongue, frowning deeper the moment he noticed the guy was staring at his lips.

With a blink later, filled with rage and a little bit of insecurities, Jimin pushed the guy towards the wall, wrapping his fingers around the guy's neck while his other hand was still pressing the gun against his forehead.

"Who are you?" Jimin asked with his stern voice, coldly glaring at the latter's widened eyes.

"I... I..." the other gulped, and Jimin was so sure that he was contemplating the answer, based on how he was gaping at him right now.

He pressed his fingers harder around the neck, earning a choking gasp for some air from the masked guy.

Jimin hates liars, and he could detect that the man was thinking of some bullshit answer to his simple question.

"I asked you a question. A simple one. Who are you?" Jimin repeated his question, digging his nails around the pale neck, which obviously would leave him with marks and bruises.

"I'm... I'm Y-" the other guy stopped, shifting his eyes to look at the other direction, avoiding the cold stare Jimin was giving him right now.

A liar.

This bastard is trying to lie to me.

The silence that came from the masked guy only made Prince become more enraged and furious, making him decide to shoot him in his head if he didn't respond soon.

He was about to pull the trigger, killing him with a bullet straight into his skull, when he was stopped with a voice.

"Youngjae!" the guy half squealed, half shouted, and Jimin could feel the other was trembling in fear.

His voice. I want to hear his voice again.

"Shit! Fucking shit!" Jimin cussed, hating the fact that not only was he enchanted with the guy's eyes, but he was also affected by his soothing voice.

It made his heart beat faster, and no one in this world has ever made his heart beat that way before.

"Prince?" he heard Beomgyu carefully call him, a little bit of hesitation in his voice. Jimin could see the young guy was ping-ponging his eyes towards the both of them.

"You should fucking check your surroundings, Choi!" he snapped, almost growling when he realized how angry he felt at his vulnerable self right now.

Vulnerable.

Hell, he even hates to associate that word to himself.

It portrays one's weakness, and a powerful person like him should never feel that way.

"Sorry Prince. I should have checked better," Beomgyu slowly answered, almost mumbling. He could see the man was scratching his nape, trying so hard to avoid any eye contact with him right now.

Jimin just sighed, taking a deep breath to calm his own rage. He knew so well that this was not the right time to be furious at his subordinate, a talented one to be precise. It was not a good time when they were in front of the mysterious masked man, and especially not when they were about to figure out about the jewel they were searching for, for a year now.

Feeling curious and suspicious who the masked man might be, just in case the guy was really their threat, without wasting any seconds, he pulled the mask away from his face.

I'm doomed.

I'm so doomed.

Shit!

What a beautiful face.

Jimin could feel his breath hitch the moment his eyes landed on the beautiful face, almost angelic to be honest, if not because of how terrified the other looked right now.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, calmer than before.

He could hear Beomgyu chuckle, but immediately stopped when the man realized that his boss was glaring at him.

"I'm asking you-"

"I was just walking here to go back home. I.. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything. I p-promise I will keep my mouth shut," the guy who introduced himself as Youngjae stared deeply into his eyes. Jimin could clearly notice how the other guy was trying so hard not to cry.

Cute.

"And how can I know you are not one of those people from another gang? What if..." Jimin trailed his gun down the other's jaw, pushing it slightly towards the pale skin.

He enjoys this.

He really does.

He feels excited at how the guy was trembling under his gun, the sense of dominance and power makes him feel riled up all at once.

"What if you are one of them, spying on us?" Jimin calmly continued. He trailed his gun down towards Yoongi's neck before he moved it back to press against his forehead.

"I-I promise y-you. I'm.. I'm not in any gang," the beautiful guy pleaded, almost desperate.

"I promise yo-" the guy stopped, wincing the moment he heard an excruciating scream coming from a few meters away.

"Prince," Beomgyu called.

"Go settle with Eagle, there. I will come in a moment. I need to settle some things with this guy here," Jimin ordered in a whisper.

He then looked back at Beomgyu, and the guy just nodded without further questions before he started to walk towards the two other men.

"I.. Can you please let me go? P-please-" the pale guy suddenly pleaded, making him feel unsettled excitement once again.

He wrapped his fingers around the pale guy's neck once more, smirking in pleasure when he heard he was gasping in fear. He choked him for a few seconds before he trailed his fingers upwards, brushing them a few times to feel the smooth, pale cheek.

"I will let you go. But don't ever dare come across my path again. And if you really are one of them, I will make sure that I will be the one who will kill you slowly," Prince looked straight at the other's shaking pupils, licking his bottom lip with ease when he saw the guy started to look less tense than before.

Trailing his hand downward, rubbing his palm slowly on the other's chest, while the other hand still pressed the gun at his forehead, he then licked his bottom lip again before he continued.

"I really hate people who betray me, you know? So just to make things clear, if I know you are the one who makes things difficult for me, I will kill you as painfully as I can until you beg me to just let you kill yourself."

He then lifted his gaze upwards, only to meet with a pair of orbs that started to have a flame of determination.

Fuck.

I should just keep him, shouldn't I?

Fucking his brain s out until he never dares to have that useless determination again in his eyes.

How dare you gave me that kind of look, you fucking shit.

He then saw the guy inhale an air before he slowly nodded his head, eyes still dared to not break the eye contact.

I should let him go before I can't stop myself from dragging this guy to Sakura.

Jimin then looked at how the man gulped, seeing how his throat moved up and down before his soothing voice hit his eardrums again.

"I promise," the guy whispered his words, exhaling a long breath after Jimin removed his gun away from his skin.

And Jimin, the supposed to be  heartless Prince, the fearful Park's heir, for the first time in his life was letting someone leave without any scratch on their skin. Though most of the time, which was 99% precisely, those who were unfortunate enough to meet him in this kind of situation would always end up dead in his hands.

"Go!" Prince quickly ordered, pushing the guy toward the opposite road.

He silently watched as the guy ran as fast as he could, leaving the scene that almost ruined his own life.

Prince just stood there for a minute, making sure the man already left for good, before he shifted his sight to look at his real deal.

A loud scream echoed for the nth time from the supposed guy named Do Hun, who was bold enough to offer something that they were looking for just to avoid from paying his huge amount of debt to the casino.

Jimin chuckled, feeling the humor of the guy's stupidity.

He leisurely dragged his feet towards the three of them, welcoming the targeted man with his foot pressed on his broken fingers.

"Hello Do Hun-shi. It's a pleasure to meet you," Jimin sweetly greeted, offering a smile when he noticed Do Hun's eyes widened in terror.

"So, have you told my guys about the thing I'm looking for yet?" Jimin continued, placing his foot on Do Hun's neck the moment Jungkook moved his foot away.

"I... I don't.. I ca- cannot tell you," the guy choked, gasping for an air after Jimin pressed his foot harder against the already bruising neck.

And that only earned him a few kicks to his face, making his already bleeding face added with more sets of wounds and a few new broken bones.

"Wrong answer," the Prince replied, voice too calm for the other guy's own good.

"I can't-"

"Eagle, I heard our Do Hun-shi here has a wife and a new born baby, right?" Jimin interrupted, eyes still haven't left the wounded face.

He chuckled the moment he saw Do Hun's eyes widen in horror the moment he heard Prince mention about his beloved people.

"P-please... Please... Don't hurt t-them.. They know nothing a-about this!" Do Hun pleaded, almost shouting in desperation.

"Aha, so now you want to confess that you actually know about it?" Prince raised an eyebrow, noticing how the guy's determination just crumbled into pieces.

"I-I can't t-tell you. T-they will kill me and my family."

"Oh? Really? Then you think I can't do that too? Say, Do Hun-shi, instead of killing them quickly, I can make you watch how painful I'm going to make them feel in front of your eyes before I kill you too," Jimin replied, now crouching down to press his gun on the guy's jaw.

"P-please... N-no-"

"So, do you want to tell me about that Sapphire or not?"

"I... I swear I know nothing. It's... I heard about it from someone I met for-for my drugs."

"Okay, go on. I'm listening," Prince replied, pressing his gun harder on Do Hun's cheek.

Do Hun suddenly screamed, wincing in pain the moment he felt someone was stepping on his wounded thigh.

Jimin could see Beomgyu was pressing his foot on the wounded thigh from his peripheral view, before he cocked his head back towards the screams.

"Continue. Don't waste my time" he repeated his question, tapping his gun on Do Hun's lips that were filled with lacerated cuts.

"Ki-Ki Woo. Nam Ki Woo. He-he goes with.. with T-Rex among us. H-he.. he owns.. he owns a mechanic shop in Dobong-dong."

"Owl, start searching for Nam Ki Woo from Dobong-dong," Jungkook silently ordered Taehyun, nodding to himself when he heard the guy responding with a short 'noted'.

"And how can I know if you are not lying?" Prince raised an eyebrow again, which earned him a grunt from the latter.

"I'm not lying for fuck sake! I swear I'm not lying! I heard him talk about this on his phone with his gang member when I was waiting for my drugs, you son of a bitch!" Do Hun raised his voice in disappointment, feeling irritated at how the thugs were physically, emotionally and mentally torturing him.

"Manners, you bastard," Beomgyu growled, stepping on the guy's stomach once before he stopped when he saw Prince was raising his hand.

"Gang member, you say, huh? Which gang member? And I thought you already knew that place is mine? How could he be in that area if he belongs to another gang?"

Do Hun gasped, closing and opening his mouth continuously. He realized he just gave away information that was supposed to be a secret.

Well, not a secret anymore now.

"I don't know-"

"Stop lying, you bastard," Jimin interrupted, rolling his eyes in annoyance before he fired his gun at the guy's right ribs, which earned him an excruciating painful scream before the latter was gasping for air.

"I can't- I can't tell y-you that. It-it will jeopardize my family's life for-for real. I-I already told you about Ki Woo. That-that should be enough for y-you to g-get the S-Sapphire."

"Prince, Owl already tracked the guy. He owns a mechanic store in Dobong-dong. This bastard is telling the truth," Jungkook informed, eyes still fixed on the laying body and his boss, before he started to look around the area, just in case someone uninvited, again, came out of nowhere.

"Good. We will go there to meet him tomorrow," Prince nodded, standing up from his spot before he shoved his gun back into its holster.

He then turned his head towards the now laughing Do Hun, who looked like he had just lost his mind.

"What's so funny right now?" Jungkook asked, almost growling while stepping closer toward the laying, wasted guy.

"This. This is funny. I can't believe I just lured the ever so fearsome, powerful Park into a trap. The moment you start to entangle yourself into this mess is the moment your life will be doomed like hell," Do Hun continued to laugh hysterically, almost like he really had lost his mind.

"What do you mean?" Beomgyu asked, frowning his face in a mix of anger and confusion.

"I mean what I mean. P-probably, The Park's are not as smart and not as powerful as people think. I hope you rot in hell. Just wait for my wife to seek revenge and when that happens I will celebrate your cursed life in hel-" Do Hun then stopped, eyes widened with his jaw hanging open the moment Jimin shot him straight into his skull.

"Tell Shownu to dispose of this shit right now, and go to this bastard's house and kill his fucking wife right away. I don't want any unwanted bitch suddenly coming for revenge. For all we know, she might have something to do with the gang," Prince ordered, shoving his gun back into the holster before he turned around to look at his trusted subordinates.

"And the infant?" Beomgyu asked, stretching his arms upward.

"Take it to the orphanage, the one that my family has sponsored for awhile now. Those motherfuckers there won't even ask anything about it," Jimin replied while scrolling his phone.

"Calling one of your whores now?" Jungkook chuckled, smirking the moment Jimin cocked his head to look at him.

"What-"

"I saw the tent in your pants ever since you walked over here. The masked guy you met tonight gave you a hard time, right?" Jungkook quickly asked, not giving his boss any chance to give some bullshit answer.

"Shut the fuck up, Kook," Jimin grunted, knitting his eyebrows deeper the moment he heard the youngest was snickering too.

"Hyung, the guy is beautiful, I tell you. He could even qualify as an Angel in Sakura, an expensive one," Beomgyu added, which only earned him a cold glare from Prince.

"That pretty, huh? No wonder Prince let him go. He should save someone beautiful just in case he is one of the Angels in Sakura," Jungkook shook his head in disbelief, while tapping his phone screen to send a text to Shownu, one of their members who is responsible to clean up their shit.

"Speaking about Angels, I think I know exactly where I should go now," Prince light-heartedly replied, shoving his phone back into his pocket.

"Going to fuck someone from the Sakura now, huh? I guess your lines of whores aren't good enough, then?" Jungkook raised his eyebrows, smirking when he realized how annoyed Prince's facial expression was right now.

"I don't fuck anyone more than once, you dipshit" Jimin frowned, crossing his arms in defense before he quickly swatted his right-handed man's head.

"Ah, you should have your own personal slut, just in case tho," Jungkook suggested, raising his eyebrows toward Beomgyu who was quiet for awhile now, asking for his junior to back up his 'genius' suggestion.

"Why would Prince stick with one slut when he can enjoy fucking anyone he wants in Sakura? That place exists for reasons, tho," Beomgyu replied, frowning his eyebrows together while waving his hand to make his point.

"Genius. Kook, learn something from your mentee, alright?" Prince smiled in triumph, patting Jungkook's shoulder a few times before he ruffled Beomgyu's hair. He then started to walk, only to stop after a few steps later.

"See you in Sakura later after you kill this bastard's wife and deal with his kid. The sluts are on me, tonight."

With that, Prince casually walked out from the dark alley towards his car, only to drive himself toward his favorite place to fulfill his lust and sexual desire, the most exclusive, heavenly, intoxicating place that belongs to him, The Sakura.

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Yoongi could feel his legs were about to give away, but he kept on running.

He ran and ran, without looking back, even when he felt like he couldn't run anymore.

It was horrifying and terrifying.

He almost died!

FUCK!!!! I almost died!

I cannot die.

N-not now!

Yoongi almost tripped, the moment he felt how fast his heart was beating, thinking how the thug almost shot him straight into his skull.

He stopped, coughing so hard while panting the moment he arrived in front of his run down building.

Yoongi felt like puking; it was too overwhelmingly scary.

"I almost died...," Yoongi whispered alone, crouching down just to take some breaths.

He inhaled and exhaled a few shaky breaths, just to freeze the moment he heard someone screaming coming from the building.

A thin line appeared in between Yoongi's brows and after a few seconds later, he froze the moment he realized that it was his mother's voice.

"M-mom? Ho-Hoseok?" His eyes widened in realization, afraid that what they had been trying to avoid their whole lives was coming back to them; and it hasn't even been ten days since the last time they ran away from those gangsters.

And this time, those thugs were associated with his older sister, whom they haven't seen for a year now. They've been hunting down his whole family, asking them to pay a huge amount of money that his sister owed.

It's devastating to be honest, running from gangsters that had continued bothering them ever since he was nine years old. They tried to separate themselves from those kinds of people, but why did they keep on coming to them to torture their lives?

If only his father hadn't left them stranded like this...

"M-mom!! Ho-hoseok-ah!!!" Yoongi shouted, calling his two most treasured people in his life, as he took the stairs towards the fifth floor.

He was panting hard, still not fully recovered after his first encounter with the thugs in the dark alley, but nothing could compare to how his heart felt like it could jump from his rib cage the moment he saw their flat door was opened.

He glanced at his neighbours who were peeking to see the commotion through their windows, only to close them and pretend like they heard and saw nothing, the moment they noticed Yoongi was looking at them.

"No one will protect us. No one will stand for us. No one will fight for us. We are the ones who have to protect each other. We only have each other now and forever. Never trust anyone. Never!"

"T-they.. They have been here for.. for thirty minutes now," a girl he never talked to before softly whispered from a small crack through her flat door, before she slowly closed it.

Her soft voice brought Yoongi out of his trance, making him subconsciously nod his head before he started to enter his home.

And Yoongi froze, feeling like his soul almost left his body, the moment he saw Hoseok trying his best to stop a group of three men from sexually assaulting their unconscious mother.

"Don't you fucking dare touch my mother!" Hoseok yelled, fully screaming out of rage while shielding their mother's half exposed body with his hoodie sweater from those sick, cruel thugs.

One of the three men then pulled Hoseok away from their mother, before he pushed him with strong force towards the other men.

The man then tugged the sweater away from their mother's body, revealing her almost naked upper body with only her bra still covering her breasts.

And that was the moment when Yoongi quickly stepped in between the disgusting male and his unconscious mother who was laying on the floor.

Yoongi could feel his body trembling when he heard Hoseok was screaming in pain, begging for the crooks to stop from kicking and punching his body continuously, and at the same time Yoongi only realised that his mother was unconscious. She had blood loss from the stab wounds on her abdomen and more cuts on her arms and legs.

"M-mom.. Mom!" Yoongi anxiously shouted, with a trembling and shaking body.

He was pressing all over the wounds, trying so hard to stop the huge amount of blood that kept on flowing out of her body.

One of the men with a scar on his left eye then forcefully pulled Yoongi's hair from behind, dragging him a few meters away from his initial spot.

"L-let go of me! Bastard! Let go of me!!!" Yoongi screamed, swatting the crook's hand as hard as he could, which only ended with him getting a few hard kicks in his stomach.

"Fucking pay the money your slutty sister stole from our boss or else we will kill your mom and sell you and your brother as prostitutes!"

The man strongly cupped Yoongi's chin with his big rough hand.

The thug angrily spat those words before he kicked Yoongi in his stomach several times, ignoring the fact that the boy was almost collapsed.

Yoongi spat a pool of blood, glaring at the man while wiping the remaining blood that stained his lips and chin with the back of his hand.

"Don't you fucking dare even look at me, you son of a bitch!" the man furiously kicked the boy's face and abdomen, ignoring how weak and weary the frail yet beautiful boy looked.

He looked like he was almost dying with the constant hits on his small body.

Yoongi silently hissed, trying his best to sit up on the floor but failed miserably.

He glanced towards his little brother, Hoseok, who was unconsciously laying on the floor after being hit mercilessly by those gangsters, before he looked at his mom who lay a few meters away from him, already turning pale due to her blood loss.

If.. If only I had come back home earlier..

P-probably I could have avoided Mom and Hoseok from facing some shit like this.

This is all your fault, Yoongi!

Yoongi kept on internally blaming himself, cursing at his own uselessness in keeping his little world safe from these demons.

This was their third time in a month trying to run and hide from those gangsters who harassed them for over a year now, demanding the payment of the money that his elder sister 'stole' from their boss.

And unfortunately, those thugs always found them within days,

And the nightmares kept on repeating over and over again.

It's frustrating and infuriating because neither of them knew what money those thugs were talking about and the fact that his sister didn't come back for so long made Yoongi feel both worried and angry.

"Speaking about sending them to the slut house, how about we do some 'tasting' before we decide whether they are worth enough to be sold as prostitutes," the other man suggested, lustfully eyeing Hoseok who was lying beside him on the floor.

And Yoongi felt his body tense the moment those words digested in his brain.

Slut house..

Tasting..

Sold...

Prostitutes..

H-hoseok...

Hoseok!

"Hoseok! W-wake up! Hoseok! Please wake up! Don't you fucking dare touch him!" Yoongi continuously repeated those words, raising his voice as loud as he could, only to be stepped on his stomach.

The bastard just totally ignored Yoongi, lustfully eyeing the boy who had his shirt slightly lifted up, revealing his smooth, toned abs. He then crouched down beside Hoseok who was still unconscious, starting to knead the boy's ass cheeks while hungrily touching all over his body.

"I'm gonna fuck him so goo-"

"Stop touching him you bastard!!!" Yoongi barked furiously.

He tried to move towards them, ignoring the fact that he was bruised and bleeding, just to save his younger brother from being sexually harassed, but was stopped by strong arms that were holding his shirt from behind.

"Fucking let go of me!" Yoongi screamed, trying to tug his shirt back just to stop the other man from touching his little brother.

"Hoseok-ah, wake up! Hoseo-"

He was about to swat the hand off his shirt when a strong fist landed on his jaw, adding more pain to his already wounded face.

Yoongi's body started to tremble the moment he realized someone was already on top of him, eyeing his body up and down a few times before the man started to rip open his shirt.

It's disgusting and terrifying at the same time, and those two feelings didn't even reach a quarter of what Yoongi felt right now.

"Such a beautiful boy. You will be so fucking good for me," the man growled before he started to kiss and suck Yoongi's neck, tainting the flawless skin with a deep purplish hickey.

Yoongi could feel how his body was starting to tremble the moment he saw how the man was eyeing his body.

Yoongi could even see how the thug was licking his lips full of lust, eyes eager to devour his body in no time.

He tried so hard to push the man away from him, while screaming as loud as he could, begging the man to stop from doing what he was doing at that moment.

"STOP-"

A loud slapping sound echoed throughout the small apartment's living room area and another few smacking sounds followed soon after.

"Fucking shut up, you slut!" the man angrily barked before he landed another slap near Yoongi's bleeding lips.

He moved his hands towards Yoongi's pants, ignoring the fact that the boy was still screaming and crying out loud, begging him continuously to stop.

"Stop!!! Please stop!!!! I'll pay. I'll p-pay the money-"

Yoongi choked, still trying to push the man away with his shaking hands, but stopped when the man grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head, just before the bastard let out a chuckle from his filthy mouth.

"And why should I listen to you? Your pretty tight hole will be so fucking good for all of us. I can imagine how great to fuck you all... night.....long, screaaaaaming and begging us to stop continuously," the man whispered near Yoongi's ear while biting his earlobe, licking it a few times before he continued his words.

And Yoongi felt sick and disgusted for the nth time, trying to stop himself from his urge to puke out his stomach content, even though he hadn't eaten anything since lunch.

"...After all, you don't want us to bang your beautiful little brother instead, right?"

And at that specific time,

those specific cursed seconds,

Yoongi could feel his heart stop the moment that thug mentioned about his brother.

'Ho-Hoseok...'

His teary eyes widened as he looked straight at the man's smug face in horror.

Yoongi's mind was busy, trying to decide what was the best thing to do.

Should he sacrifice himself and let them molest him instead of Hoseok?

He...

He should, right?

He would.

If that's the price to protect his precious little brother.

'Hyung will always protect you, Hoseok-ah. Just trust hyung. Okay?'

That promise he made to his brother kept on ringing in his head, giving him the strength to tell them his decision.

"Hyung, let's protect each other, okay?"

"No... Hyung will be the one who will protect you"

"But-"

"No but. I'm your hyung and a good hyung will always protect his little brother"

"Promise?"

"I promise, Hoseok-ah. After all, we only have each other and mom in this world. We don't have anyone else to count on"

And that second, the moment when he remembered all the memories with his precious little brother was the time when a single tear dropped to his cheek.

Mom... Hoseok...

Please live...

I... I don't know whether I will still be alive after this...

But one of us should live..

N-no, no..

Both Mom and Hoseok should live...

Yoongi knows so well that there is a possibility he will be dead while those thugs ravish his body.

He knows well that they will continuously fuck him even though his body can't take anymore.

And living in this scary neighborhood where they dump the body they kill without any problems, and even raping their own family members when other neighbors can hear how the victims screamed and pleaded for them to stop.

And this is normal. It's their norm that people in the neighborhood don't even bother to feel anything about it anymore.

I.. I'm sorry, Mom..

Hoseok-ah, hyung is sorry..

We-we promised that we w-will survive as long as we can..

But I have to do this...

Please.. P-please survive for the sake of us..

Please survive for me...

I.. I love you..

Both of you...

Taking another long breath just to ease his shattered soul and at the same time gathering all this strength to face whatever things that will happen to him, Yoongi slowly responded with his already hoarse voice.

"P-please... L-leave him alone... Use-use me... P-please don't touch him... Not-not him!"

And right after he spit those words out, in a blink of an eye later, all the six men were already crowding him like hungry hyenas surrounded a poor, weak fawn.

It was horrifying, how they started to touch Yoongi's body, slurping their drool in anticipation.

"Fuck! I can't wait to fuck him out. Let's just fuck him raw. No lube, no condom. Must be so fucking good seeing him in pain. Afterall, a slut shouldn't get the chance to feel any pleasure," one of the men whispered, already rolling one of Yoongi's brown nipples with his fingers.

And Yoongi could feel two of them hungrily palming his clothed dick, desperately taking turns on feeling his soft cock.

The beautiful boy bit his lips as strong as he could, already tasting the iron of his blood because of how hard the skin was bitten.

And Yoongi bit harder when he felt someone already kneading his butt cheeks as soon as they tugged his pants off.

Y-you have to do this, Yoongi.

You have to or else they will do it to Hoseok or-or Mom.

You have to!

He then tensed the moment he felt a thumb already rubbing over his rim, pushing away his internal scream to protest those disgusting men from lecherously and sexually touching his body.

B-but then..

They will aim for Hoseok instead...

Yoongi internally telling himself continuously, giving himself the strength to what ever might be happening starting from that moment.

T-this is worth it, Yoongi.

It's worth it.

And the moment when one of the guys was ready to touch his dick, while another one almost was ready to press his finger inside Yoongi's hole, they were being stopped by the sound of their phones ringing non-stop.

"Fucking hell," one of them silently cussed, fishing his phone from his black jacket's front pocket.

His eyes widened the moment he realized who was interrupting by calling him.

"B-boss?"

"You dipshit! Shit head, where the fuck are you and your men?!" a loud voice growled from the other line, making the man flinch in fear.

"W-we... we..."

"Don't you fucking dare tell me all of you useless pieces of shits are fucking some sluts right now!" the man, who they called as their boss raised his voice higher than before, giving those men a silent threat as to what might happen.

"NO! N-no boss. We.. we are collecting debts fr-from people h-here," the thug was shaking, silently telling the other men, who were there also, to freeze on their spot to let go of the beautiful, pale boy that they were holding down just minutes ago.

"Come back to the office this instant! We gotta figure out who the fuck killed my gang member. I give you thirty minutes or else I'm gonna fucking shoot everyone's dicks the moment I see you as well as your men's faces! Keep that in mind!"

And with the last threat that came from their gang leader, the line went silent, indicating that their boss already ended the phone call.

"Fucking hell," the thug silently cussed, dragging his rough hand to push his hair away from his face.

"What's wrong?" one of the members, with a silver front tooth asked with an anxious voice.

"We have to leave. Let's just come back again later," the man with the black jacket responded, already pacing towards the still opened door.

He then quickly turned, eyes glared directly at the naked body.

"You should fucking feel lucky that I got that call. You better fucking get the cash before we come back again for the money. Remember boy, we will never think twice to harm you and your family," the man added, before calling the other men to quickly get out from the house.

Yoongi just blinked, silently staring at the ceiling with his chest still rapidly moving up and down, trying to calm down a little bit so that he could think what to do next.

Taking a deep breath, he then glanced at the door, just to make sure that all the thugs already left before he slowly brought his aching body to move.

"Aa-aahh..." Yoongi hissed, wiping the tears that were threatening to slide down from his burning eyes.

"Move, Yoongi. You have to move, now!" Yoongi slowly whispered, grabbing his pants beside him.

You can do this.

Ignore the pain.

You have to do this before its all too late.

It was painful; physically, emotionally and mentally and the fact that his ankle was twisted because of how rough those thugs were didn't help him at all. His beautiful, flawless pale skin was now coloured with red and purple bruises, along with a few cuts on his lips and his face from all the beatings he received.

Pushing his body from the floor, silently still hissing in pain, Yoongi then forced himself towards his still bleeding mother when he noticed that Hoseok was passed out but breathing steadily.

"M-mom.. M-mom, w-wake up. We.. I will try to catch a t-taxi now, Mom. P-please don't give up yet, Mom," Yoongi pleaded with his hoarse voice, trembling hands still trying to stop the blood from gushing out from his mother's stilled body.

"We have to go now if you want to save your mother's life" a sudden voice suddenly echoed from the door, making the trembling boy jolt in surprise.

Yoongi quickly snapped his gaze to look at the door, furrowing his eyebrows when he realized the voice belonged to the girl who told him about the thugs in his house earlier.

"W-who are you?" he asked, hands still pressing the bleeding wounds.

"Ye Ji. Seo Ye Ji. Just let me help you for now. We have to hurry up if you want your mother to still live. I got a car. Let's go. NOW!"

With that, the mysterious girl who he never saw before quickly entered the house, lifting his mother on her back, before she immediately asked for Yoongi's help to support Hoseok on the other side of his body.

-----MiniMini-----

Jimin leisurely got out from his black Bugatti, smirking the moment his eyes landed on the cursive letters along with a pink Sakura flower above the main entrance.

He could smell the ever so intoxicating fragrance even twenty meters away from The Sakura, an exclusive harem where all the beautiful yet sinful pleasures lived in the centre of Seoul.

Jimin smugly smirked when two huge bouncers stopped him from entering the club.

"ID or club card," one of the bouncers briefly asked, holding out his hand for either of the cards to be handed to his palm.

Jimin scoffed, tilting his head to carefully observe those two men.

Guess they still don't know who I am, huh?

It's not surprising if only a few people know who he is; Park Jimin, the one who owns the most powerful Park Empire.

There are only a few people who know his face, where most of them ended up dead before they could even walk a few steps away from him.

It's thrilling when you can be mysterious, yet powerful at the same time.

People only talk about how mighty and ferocious he is, the faceless king who rules the huge empire, but Jimin finds it endearing how people still find him scary and terrifying even without meeting him face to face.

"Prince," that's what he said before he leisurely scrolled on his phone.

"ID or club card" the bouncer repeated, voice more stern than before.

"Why would the owner of this brothel have to show you anything to enter his own harem? Besides, look at the long line behind me, you don't want to ruin my business, do you?" Jimin raised an eyebrow, eyes staring straight into the man's surprised yet cautious eyes.

"Bell, can you please come here for a minute? Someone is claiming that he owns Sakura," one of the bouncers informed through the walkie-talkie, asking for someone named 'Bell,' which obviously a nickname of one of the brothel's employees.

A woman with a voluptuous body appeared three minutes later, holding a pink martini glass in her hand. She was wearing a transparent red, short shirt, revealing the black lacy bra inside.

Jimin trailed his eyes downward, appreciating also the black shorts that were hugging those thick, perfect thighs.

He smirked, licking his bottom lip before he lifted his gaze to look at the woman's face.

"It's been awhile since you have come here and all you did was eye-fuck me. Shouldn't you greet your noona like the gentleman you are?" she scoffed, slowly sipping her drink.

Jimin replied with a smirk, winking his eye before he nodded his head toward the two bouncers who were silently observing them.

She then turned her head to look at the two bouncers, arching an eyebrow before she shoved her martini glass towards one of them.

"Later come and meet me. Need to teach you a lesson just so that we won't get into any more trouble in the future. Meet me at my office once we close the club," the woman told them in a very calm voice, but with a little bit of venom.

Once she earned a nod from the two men, she quickly wrapped her fingers around Jimin's wrist, carefully dragging the powerful guy into the exclusive brothel.

It was majestic, as always.

The moment Jimin stepped inside the building, a soft, alluring fragrance that had a tinge smell of floral with sweet vanilla and honey was lingering in the air.

The lights were dimmed, with most of the lights basically pink and purple, making the place more enticing than it actually was.

"What's tonight's show? Something fun?" Jimin casually asked, looking around the small hallway they had entered before they stopped in front of a huge door guarded by another two bouncers.

"Aerial Silks performance tonight, with your favourite doll performing it," the woman shrugged, letting a breathy short laugh the moment she noticed how Jimin was scrunching his face in disgust.

"Hey Hwasa. Looks like you are chauffeuring someone tonight?" one of the bouncers greeted, flashing his friendly smile to both of them.

"Is this how you are running my harem, Hwasa-shi? Or should I call you Bell?" Jimin teased, clicking his tongue in disgust soon after.

Ignoring the teasing from The Sakura's co-owner, Hwasa just smirked, turning her attention towards the two bouncers who were guarding the main door before they could finally enter the exclusive club.

"I guess 'The Prince' is up for a field trip tonight," she replied, earning two pairs of widened eyes from the bouncers.

"Is-is this... the.. the Park.. Park.."

"Can we enter now?" Jimin almost growled, irritated at how slow the process was just to enter Sakura.

They really make The Sakura as exclusive as it can be, don't they?

"Ah.. Yes, yes. So-sorry Prince," one of the bouncers nervously replied, pushing his card on the sensor to open the door.

And the moment the door was opened, all the captivating and enchanting things that one could only imagine were welcoming them like royalties, as they walked past them in the building.

All the five senses; visual, smell, auditory, taste and touch would be fulfilled to every customer in the building, leaving them extremely satisfied. This would only bring them back wanting more.

"Don't you think it takes a lot of process and time for the customers to enter this place?" Jimin questioned, already sitting inside one of the private rooms for guests who want to have fun in the main area.

"Did you loose any profits the last few months? Nope. Your cash from this place only increased day by day. People know what's worth their money and time, Prince," Hwasa calmly replied, offering him a glass of whiskey, the best from the bar.

Jimin just clicked his tongue for the second time in less than five minutes, obviously feeling annoyed at the feisty response he got from one of his trusted people in Sakura.

"Darling, Prince, you know I mean no harm, right? Besides, it's for Sakura's own benefits. People only feel interested for a long time in things that are hard to get, and trust me, this baby right here is one of the hardest things they can get," the woman smirked, leaning her body on the comfortable sofa while sipping her new glass of martini.

"So, who's the doll you were mentioning earlier? My favorite? Which one?" Jimin curiously asked, eyes still glued on the female in front of him while chugging the alcohol in one go.

"Sexy body, handsome face, always gives us great shows, and a good boy for you in bed. Ahh.. and one of the most expensive angels here in Sakura," Hwasa hinted, grinning from ear to ear the moment she saw how Jimin started to become interested.

"The Aphrodite?" Jimin snickered, which also earned him a loud snort from the woman who was trying so hard not to choke on her drink.

"That's off limits, Prince. You know crystal clear about it," she replied, pointing her beautifully manicured index finger just to make her point clearer.

"Doesn't mean that I never fucked him before," Jimin shrugged, pouring his third glass of whiskey without any thoughts about the thing he just said.

"And that's for the joined contract for this Sakura, I believe," the female retorted, defending The Aphrodite which is also the co-owner of The Sakura.

"Whatever. He's the best fuck I've ever had," Jimin winked, leaning his body on the sofa comfortably.

"Well, can Kai make it up to you then?"

"Kai? He's available? I thought he already has a master so that's why he's apart of the angels now?" Jimin asked, arching his eyebrow in full curiousity.

"Their one year contract already ended and Kai refused to continue his contract with the former master. So, he's free for you to fuck with all night long," Hwasa replied, already scrolling the tab on her lap.

"I can book him for you once he's done with the show. He's the one who will perform the Aerial Silks performance tonight. Damn, man. You have never had your own personal angel, have you? And the fact that you can own anyone in this place. Unbelievable," she offered, mumbling the last few words before she lifted her eyes to look directly at him.

"You know I'm not the type who fucks the same person for a long time-"

"You can still fuck the other petals and angels even if you have your own personal angel-"

"But then I still have to fuck the same person at least once a week just because I make that person exclusively mine. And you know I'm not that kind of person," Jimin replied, lighting the cigarette in between his two fingers before he took a long drag.

Hwasa just kept silent, twisting her lips while scrolling the tab. She's trying to find any great petals or angels that might make the man in front of her interested at least a little bit.

Park Jimin is a man that is very hard to please and she knows extremely well about it.

"Hmmm.. are you up for females tonight? Or probably you can have two or three angels or petals-"

"How about the virgin petals? Anyone interesting in that area?" Jimin calmly asked, taking another long drag on his cig before he took another sip of whiskey.

"The virgin petals.. I don't think anyone is up to your standard and taste at the moment," Hwasa shook her head, pushing the inside of her cheek with her tongue, clearly unhappy about it.

"Tsk, and I thought my brothel was one of the best in the world," Jimin scoffed, spreading one of his arms on the sofa while using the other hand to lift the cigarette to his lips.

"Nothing's wrong with the virgin petals we have right now. It's just you have such high demands of them. That's why all the virgin petals you have slept with always end up being the petals for a while before other masters take them to be their angels," the female responded, slightly mumbling her answer.

"And that's not my problem, I believe. As long as I pay the exact amount I offered through the bidding, I'm free to do what I want. Besides, I own this place. Technically, everything is all mine, including all the petals and angels here. You too, Hwasa noona. Too bad we already established this platonic shitty sister-brother relationship here, or else-"

"Or else, I'm still not gonna let you fuck me, Prince. You know very well I don't roll on that side, right?" she quickly butt in, smiling brightly the moment she received a huge grin from Jimin.

"And that's why I like you the most here. You are that 0.01% who never aims for my dick here in Sakura."

Hwasa scrunched her face in disgust, laughing out loud the moment Jimin threw a few chips at her.

"Anyway, don't forget to introduce your girl to me when I come here next time. I'll make sure I'm not horny when I meet your fiancé whenever you are ready to introduce us," Jimin offered, winking his eye when Hwasa confusedly gaping at him.

"I always have eyes and ears in all the places I own, my darling," Jimin playfully mocked, already pushing his body from the sofa to stand up straight.

"So, book that Kai along with the angels I always have whenever I fuck him," he added, fixing his leather jacket just to make himself more presentable.

"How many?"

"Three. Choose the ones I usually enjoy to play with. You know me best."

Hwasa nodded, scrolling and tapping the tab to search for the specific angels to serve Prince for tonight.

"All done. You just go and wait at Kai's room on the forth floor and I'll be sending those angels for you to play with while waiting for Kai to finish his performance," she informed, pacing her feet to stand next to Prince who was standing near the door.

Jimin nodded, fishing his black card from his jacket's pocket before he gave it to Hwasa.

"My men will come here soon. The tab is on me tonight. Give the card back to me once you're done running the bills," Jimin informed, already moving his legs to get out from the room.

"Oh, and noona," he added, turning his full body towards the woman who was slipping his card inside the tablet's case,

"Whenever you get a new virgin petal that reaches my standards or at least fulfills my tastes, feel free to inform my man so that we can join the bidding."

Hwasa smirked, winking her eye to the smiling Park Jimin as her silent promise to do so in the future.

"Let's wait and see who's the future beauty that will catch your attention, Prince," she silently whispered, snickering alone, before she walked toward the main hall on the first floor where all the petals passionately entertained their customers for the night.

Chapter Text

Yoongi quietly stared at nothing in particular, patiently waiting for the doctor to update about his mother's condition in the operation theatre.

Bouncing his legs anxiously while biting his nails, he prayed to every deities he could think of to save his mother's life.

It was scary; everything that had happened was terrifying.

He almost lost his mom, almost lost Hoseok,

He almost lost the sole reason why he wants to live,

His life, everything that he has in this world, everything, devoted only to his mom and little brother.

He didn't mind sacrificing himself, even his own life to save the people he loves and cares for the most.

Yoongi hissed at the pain he felt on his ribs the moment he accidentally pressed the bruise with his arm, shaking his head while mentally telling himself that he should worry about his mom and his still unconscious little brother more than himself.

"You should go and ask the doctor to check on your wounds."

Yoongi cocked his head up to look at the girl who helped him and his family, just silently looking at the girl who calmly sat beside him.

"They'll be fine. Don't worry. I'm sure they'll be f-"

"How could you say that so carefree?Are you even sure that they are going to be alright?" Yoongi interrupted with a weak voice, almost like an inaudible whisper. He refused to look at the girl's face, who he could see from his peripheral view, was staring intently at him.

"I don't. But isn't it better for us to hope for the best?" the girl calmly asked, eyes still glued hard on the beautiful yet wounded boy beside her.

She was observing the boy since an hour ago; right after she was done checking on the younger brother of his.

It was heartbreaking.

The sight of the milky white skinned boy was totally upsetting and disturbing.

The boy was definitely injured and in pain himself. There were even lacerating cuts all over his face and body, yet the boy just ignored them and patiently waited for the doctor or nurses to give any updates on his family.

"So, can you please like.. go and check your wounds now? I'm sure your mom and your little brother would feel sad if they see you like this. You don't want them to be sad, right?" the girl added when she realized that the pale boy just kept quiet, and didn't respond to her words earlier.

"W-why.. Why are you helping us?" Yoongi asked with a hushed voice, eyes still refusing to directly look at the girl.

"Hmm?"

"Why.. Why did you h-help me and m-my family? W-we.." Yoongi shook his head, a thin line appeared in between his eyebrows.

"No. Even the people we know wouldn't want to help us. Why would a stranger like you want to help us? We.. I.. I don't have anything to offer you-"

"I don't want anything. I just want to help you and your family," the girl insisted, face starting to frown in agitation.

Why is it so hard for this boy to accept my hospitality, dammit!

"And is that it? You just want to help?"

"Yes-"

"You don't think I'm that stupid to trust you, right? I might be poor and desperate, but I'm not stupid!" Yoongi cut in, too venomous for someone who is poor and desperate.

And for the first time, Yoongi lifted his eyes, coldly piercing straight into the girl's eyes.

He still looked scared and horrified, but the determination to protect his family was equally the same.

No one will protect us without expecting anything in return.

The girl, Seo Ye Ji, seemed to figure out what was playing inside Yoongi's chaotic mind.

She scanned his features a few times, thinking he may be very timid, but deep down she knew that he was nothing but a brave and courageous boy who would do everything to protect the people he loves, his family.

Carefully, she held out her hand, offering a handshake with a huge smile plastered on her face.

"I'm Ye Ji. I'm Seo Ye Ji," she introduced herself, still waiting for the boy to shake her hand.

Yoongi hesitantly raised his hand, only to clasp his hands together in his lap.

"You know by offering your name and a handshake, that won't make me believe you," Yoongi retorted with a cold glare.

Ye Ji bit her lips, her face so ascertain to gain trust from Yoongi. She was about to open her mouth, wanting to offer something so the boy would believe her, when suddenly Yoongi added with his still cold voice.

"Thank you for your help. I.. I will try to pay back your money for.. for the medical expenses but please leave now. I don't want to endanger your life with whatever shit we are facing now and.. and I don't know.. You could actually be one of them. Who knows?"

Yoongi frowned, bleeding lips turned downward. He ignored the same expression that was now painted on the girl's face.

"I-"

"Please leave, Ye Ji-shi-"

"I know your sister."

Yoongi tensed, eyes widened the moment he snapped his neck to look at the girl who just claimed to know his sister.

His sister...

His sister who suddenly vanished a year ago, without leaving any trace or goodbye message.

Slowly, his shocked eyes turned into an intense gaze, silently observing the long, black haired girl who was watching him carefully and attentively as well.

Cautiously, eyes still maintaining the eye contact they made since a minute ago, Yoongi opened his mouth, wanting to ask her the question that haunted his mind since the moment his sister disappeared.

"My sister.. Where.. Where is she? And how did she end up having any connection with the gang that hunts us ever since she went missing?"

-----MiniMini-----

"I didn't see you last night, Kook. There's no bills from you too. Were you even at The Sakura last night?" Jimin asked, eyes still glued on the iPad he held to study some of the confidential documents he received from Hani.

That brainiac successfully closed the deal with the huge Japanese company for the shipping trade they were aiming for since a month ago.

Damn. Solar was so right to bring Hani along to Japan.

Jimin smirked, feeling all proud and pleased with the outcomes from his underlings.

He really has the best people as his assistants and subordinates; that's very important to maintain the power they already have right now.

He flicked his eyes to look at Beomgyu who snickered at Jungkook, before he shifted his sight to the other boy who was silently driving the car.

"Do I have to repeat my easy question, Kook-ah?"

Jimin asked in a rather calm and sweet voice, and that dangerous tone usually has been used whenever he's about to move in on his prey.

The young hitman gulped, shifting his eyes to look between the road in front of him and the rearview mirror to look at the image of his boss who was still looking at his tablet.

Jungkook kept on ping-ponging his looks until he was met with an intense stare from Park Jimin from the mirror.

The stare was deadly cold and Jungkook knew so well that The Prince was scanning his every movements, even the way his eyes looked at the road, just to figure out whatever shit he did last night.

"Jungkook-"

"I.. I tried to find her last night. I.. I think I saw her, at the ground floor of The Sakura," Jungkook quickly answered, chest rising up and down too fast the moment he remembered what he saw last night.

The image of a black, long haired girl, with a short dark blue bodycon dress kept on playing in his head ever since he saw her last night.

He gripped the steering wheel as hard as he could, knuckles turning white as the grip hardened every single second.

"Who-" Beomgyu was about to ask further but was interrupted by their boss who was sitting in the back seat, now fully interested to know more about Jungkook's interesting night.

"You saw her at The Sakura?" Jimin asked, putting the iPad down on the car seat, now fully focused on his most talented hitman who he already thought of as his little brother.

And Park Jimin doesn't have a younger brother.

Jungkook gulped once more, trembling hand running through his black hair, before he tugged it hard. He let out a shaky breath before he opened his mouth to answer the question.

"She.. I saw her when I was about to order my drink. She was talking with a guy, probably a customer? I don't.. I don't know. Fucking hell, I'm not even sure if it's her. It's been so long since I saw her, hyung," Jungkook sighed, chewing on his bottom lip to ease his anxiety.

He then turned the steering wheel to turn left the moment he saw the signboard to the place they were planning to go, fingers still wrapped hard around the steering wheel.

"Do you.. Do you think.. Do you think my noona works there? Do you think she.. Do you think she's one of the petals in The Sakura because.. because she can't be apart of the angels if she's roaming around the ground floor, r-right?" the hitman asked, eyes staring straight onto the Park Jimin's who was still looking at him.

"Your noona entertains the customers in The Sakura?" Jimin asked, eyes slightly wide, taken aback with the new information he just got from Jungkook.

Jungkook shook his head, pressing his eyes closed for a second before he opened them to look at the road.

"I'm.. I'm not sure. I.. I hope she's not.. I can't.. I can't imagine she's sleeping around with some bastard-"

"But hyung, you said your noona was in the ground floor, right? Meaning that she's a petal. Petals don't have to sleep around-"

"Unless she's being rejected to be part of the angels by the first person she'd serve," Jimin slowly mumbled, interrupting the youngest's words while frowning alone.

"P-Prince... Hyung.. You.. You don't think that.. t-that you've slept with her before, right?" Jungkook cautiously asked, silently praying that Jimin was not the one who fucked his noona and ended up rejecting her to be his angel - the regular things he did whenever he won the virgin petals' bidding.

It's always like that.

Whenever there are bidding events in the club for those who want to bid for the fresh meat, Jimin will always, always win if he finds the virgins are beautiful enough to catch his attention.

But only to end up throwing them away right after he devours their first time.

It is sick and twisted, taking people's virginity and finding it pleasurable and satisfying, especially the way he treats them in bed, but Prince always thinks it's fair because he pays them a huge amount of money to entertain and satisfy his sexual cravings.

And he will always make sure to never sleep with the same person more than once, unless that person is damn fantastic and willing to fully submit in bed - even if he treats them like less than a human.

And even then, those petals and angels were never accepted to be his exclusive ones.

A deeper thin line appeared in between his brows, eyes darting everywhere while he tried to remember if he had fucked anyone that at least resembled anything like Jungkook before.

"I don't think I've ever slept with any girls resembling you. You've showed me her picture before. Even if that picture was taken six years ago, I'm sure that I would recognize her as soon as I laid my eyes on her."

Jungkook just nodded, dragging his lips in between his teeth. He didn't dare to question more, too scared that he probably would offend his boss.

Is it..

Is it really noona I saw last night?

She.. She didn't end up living with a good family if she has to work there to live?

A light touch from Beomgyu on his shoulder making him slightly flinch, a wondering mind suddenly being dragged into reality.

Right across the road, on their right side, there was a medium sized mechanic shop with bold huge letters spelling REX written using red and black graffiti spray paint on a huge wood board right in front of the wire gate.

Turning the wheel to the right side, Jungkook carefully slowed down before he stopped once the car was parked beside the road.

"Kook-ah, don't worry about it, yeah? I'll call Hwasa later and ask her about your noona. Just tell me some details about her and ask Owl to scan her current picture and email it to me, so that I can forward it to Hwasa," Jimin suggested, trying to give some assurance to the younger.

Right now is not a good time for the hitman to lose his focus, considering the job they're about to do, especially because Jungkook is one of the best on the team.

And being part of Park Jimin's gang, losing one's focus, is never allowed.

The young hitman flicked his eyes to look at Prince from the rear mirror, taking in a deep breath, before he nodded his head to agree with Prince's suggestion.

"Good. Now, let's go," Jimin ordered, opening his car door and starting to walk towards the shop, leading the two hitmen who were very attentive with their surroundings.

Entering the mechanic shop, it seemed pretty normal, just like any other similar shop - except this one had too many luxurious and expensive cars scattered around the workshop.

Jimin smirked, eyes carefully observing every single area in the medium sized workstation.

"Interesting. Don't you think so?" the smirk didn't leave his plump lips, twisting his neck to look at his two loyal hitmen from his shoulder.

Beomgyu just silently nodded, hand securely grabbing the gun grip under his dark brown leather jacket.

He quickly glanced at Jungkook who seemed nonchalant, stretching his arms backward before he popped his neck, still looking calm and relaxed.

"Hyung-"

The moment the youngest was about to open his mouth, he was interrupted by a sound of metal clinking, just right under a cherry red Porshe Panamera.

A guy with a huge scar on his temple, starting on his right cheek and ending on the right angle of his chapped lips, suddenly stuck his head out from under the car, raising an eyebrow before he offered a grin towards the three men who were looking back at him.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" the guy, who Jimin assumed was probably Nam Ki Woo himself, carefully got out from under the car, slowly standing up while wiping his dirty hands on his already dirty jeans.

Jimin, while alertly eyeing the guy up and down a few times, carefully observed as the guy wiped his sweaty temple with a small towel hanging nearby.

Leisurely shoving his hands inside his back pockets, Jimin started to walk around the workshop, openly looking around the area while ignoring the hard stare from the other guy.

After a minute that felt like hours passed by, the young gang leader clicked his tongue, before he tilted his head to make eye contact with the mechanic who was still cautiously eyeing him and his other two hitmen.

"I want to meet with Nam Ki Woo. Is he here now?" Jimin asked, full of composure. His lips lifted on the right side to offer the guy a small smile.

If only the mechanic knew what was hidden behind that sweet smile belonging to Prince, pacing around the workshop, he would probably run for his life.

"W-what do you want f-from him?" the mechanic answered, slightly trembling. He eyed the three guys who were standing a few meters away from him, eyes already searching for something to use as his weapon.

"Tsk, if I were you, I wouldn't do what you are thinking of doing right now. And you don't need to be so scared. It's a simple and easy question. I just want to meet Nam Ki Woo," Jimin cooed, almost purred and that made the whole atmosphere become tense.

"H-he's not.. He's not h-here. And I'm not afraid of you," the guy with a huge scar on his face replied, fingers already wrapping around a huge size spanner.

Jimin raised his eyebrow, glancing at his two men who seemed to be alert with what was happening right now.

Only a few seconds later, a buzz vibrated in his black leather jacket pocket, indicating that his phone was receiving either a call or a text message.

Fishing out his phone while his eyes still fixed on the guy who started to fidget in front of him, Jimin glanced at his phone screen, getting a text from Taehyung. He quickly opened the text message with an image attached to it.

What he received from his genius hacker made the gang leader snicker, glancing at the man with a spanner in his hand once, before he shoved his phone back into his pocket.

He cracked his neck from right to left, producing snapping sounds from his slightly stiff joints, before he looked directly into the man's widened eyes, almost looking like he already knew what was going to happen next.

Raising the left side of his lips to form a grin to match with his raised eyebrows, Jimin eyed the man up and down for a few times before he started to open his still grinning lips.

"Guess I've already found who I'm looking for. Why didn't you just tell me you are Nam Ki Woo? Or should I call you T-Rex like the other pathetic gang members of yours do?" Jimin said with a smug yet dangerous tone lacing on his words, eyes still refusing to break the eye contact he held with the guy he was hunting for.

And his words made T-Rex eyes widen in horror, cursing under his breath before he raised his hand to throw the spanner aiming straight for Jimin's head.

T-Rex didn't realize that the two other guys already aimed their guns at him, both shooting straight at his right hand and arm, forcing him to release the spanner down with a loud grunt before he even got the chance to swing it towards Park Jimin.

What he did was a huge, deadly mistake.

Because the next thing that happened was Jimin giving him a full force, roundhouse kick straight on his face, making his head twist to the left, before the man started to feel like he was blacking out.

Ki Woo tried to steady himself, shaking his dizzy head while blinking his eyes continuously, but another strong force landed on his right temple, the moment Jimin decided to add another vicious spinning hook kick right on the latter's head.

A pool of blood started to spill from his right temple, but the guy was too busy trying to stand up the moment his body hit the floor right after Jimin kicked his head.

Running his pink tongue across his bottom lip, Prince just scoffed, pushing his strands of hair backwards before he took out his gun.

"What a bold, stupid bastard we have here," Jimin scoffed, looking at his well polished shoes before he raised his darkened eyes to look straight at the whimpering bastard.

"Bird, bring me those chairs. We are going to have some fun times for awhile. I wonder how this motherfucker can bear with pain and torture. And close this motherfucker's workshop. Now." Jimin snickered, but the mocking smile left his lips the moment Ki Woo started to talk.

"W-what do you want f-from.. from me?! You fuckers don't even know who you are messing with right-"

Before he even finished his words, he abruptly stopped the moment Jungkook decided to step on his mouth, digging his heel on the wounded lips before he decided that he should rest his foot there for a minute or two - depending on how fast Beomgyu dragged the two chairs from the office, which unsurprisingly was very fast.

Pulling the worn out man's hair so that he could stand on his feet, Jungkook harshly pushed the man on the plastic chair the moment he got the order from Prince with a subtle nod.

Beomgyu moved fast by tying a bungee rope around Ki Woo's hands at the back of the chair, before he did the same with the man's legs right after he closed the workshop's entrance.

Jimin took another chair to sit in front of him, a meter or two away from his prey before he started to ask the very first question he wanted to ask since last night.

"Is it correct that you know about the Sapphire we are looking for?"

And the mention of the Sapphire made the man tense in his seat, eyes widened in terror before he started to squirm his body, trying to free himself from the tight grip of those ropes.

Jimin just sighed, slouching his body forward before he lifted his head to look straight at the bloody face.

"I hate wasting my time on stupid things like this. And I'm a man with very thin patience, so, for your own sake, tell me. What do you know about the Sapphire?" Jimin tries again, hands already itching to release his first bullet for today.

Nam Ki Woo kept on shaking his head, eyes refusing to look directly at Jimin's face.

He mumbled some incoherent words, before Jimin could distinguish what he was saying.

"I don't know. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know-"

"Ki Woo-shi" Jimin growled, but before he could complete his sentence, the guy lifted his face and spat his blood right on Jimin's face.

Beomgyu quickly gave him a punch right on the face, a few seconds before Jimin stood up and cupped the man's chin firmly with his fully jewelled fingers, before he directly spat at Ki Woo's bloody face.

Prince then raised his right leg, before strongly pressing his heel into the man's thigh, wiping his own face with the towel Beomgyu gave him a moment ago, eyes still glaring daggers into the latter's horrified ones.

This motherfucker is really testing my patience, isn't he?

The next thing Jimin did was very sudden and quick.

He pressed his gun on Ki Woo's left thigh, before he fired the bullet and it went straight into the screaming man's flesh.

He then hit the man's nasal bridge with the gun grip, making the man's face turn sideways.

With a harsh force, Prince gripped Ki Woo's hair, forcing the trembling guy to look directly at his fiery eyes.

"Try to do some funny thing one more time and I'll make sure I torture you till death," Jimin hissed, roughly releasing the man's hair before he sat back on his chair.

He popped his neck once, before he leaned forward to look straight into Ki Woo's shaking pupils.

"Nam Ki Woo-shi," Jimin purred, offering him a sinister smile before his face went back to his usual cold expression. "Tell me what you know about that Sapphire," Jimin growled, eyes fixed to look at the Rolex on his wrist.

"I believe you have ten seconds to start telling me whatever information you know about that damn diamond. And just to make it crystal clear, I never lie about torturing you if you start to pull some bullshit again," Jimin added, eyes still on his watch, silently doing the countdown.

10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

A loud, excruciating scream echoed throughout the shop the moment Jimin shot his gun, precisely shooting at Ki Woo's right ear.

It's a good thing that Jimin already prepared his gun with a silencer or else probably people could hear the gunshot sound echoed around the area.

"Another ten seconds for you to open your filthy mouth now," Jimin repeated his words, eyes now flicking to look at his hitmen, silently telling them what to do next.

And as on cue, Jungkook came with a diagonal-cut pliers in his hand, harshly took off one of Nam Ki Woo's shoes, before he put one of his toes in between the cutters.

"PLEASE! Please! I.. I will.. I will tell you everything but.. but promise me you will let me live!" Ki Woo begged. He sounded very desperate to stay alive, but wouldn't anyone do the same thing too?

Jimin smirked, leaning back on his chair with one arm resting on the chair's top rail, eyes still observing the frightened man.

He pretended as if he was thinking about it, even though everyone except Nam Ki Woo already knew what would happen at the end of the interrogation.

Rubbing his chin with the gun's barrel he was holding, Prince let out a sound from his throat, agreeing to Ki Woo's plea without having much thought about it.

He jutted out his chin, signalling the tremoring man to start talking.

"I.. I don't know wh-who e-exactly was m-making the deal with me. T-they asked me to-to make a specific key lock f-for.. for something confidential. They.. They didn't tell me anything a-about it, so-so I don't know even the slightest what they are d-doing with the lock," Ki Woo answered, taking a few gulps in between his trembling words.

Jimin raised an eyebrow, making eye contact with Jungkook and Beomgyu who were mirroring his facial expression.

What kind of bullshit is this?

Doing something as confidential and important without even knowing for whom and what it is for.

Jimin let out an exasperating sigh, shaking his head with a minacious laugh, mocking the foolish answer from Nam Ki Woo.

"Eagle," Jimin signalled, nodding his head to allow Jungkook to press the pliers, cutting the man's right second metatarsal.

A long, loud cry pierced through the air as soon as Jungkook cut Ki Woo's second toe effortlessly, making the wounded man sob heavily.

"I told ya I'm a man without any patience... nor having a heart with empathy. Let us try one more time, shall we Ki Woo-shi?" Jimin offering a small, pleased smile once Ki Woo slowly nodded his head. The man was biting his quivering lips as hard as he could, trying to remain conscious and stopping himself from letting out loud sobs continuously.

"I.. I just h-heard about the Sapphire as the k-key for the specific l-lock they asked me to build.. w-when I accidentally was eavesdropping on their c-conversation. I.. I didn't mean t-to. I swear!"

"And why would they ask you to build the lock when they could ask other professionals to do it for them? And what made you agree to build the lock for that damn Sapphire even without knowing who you are dealing with?" Jimin pressed other questions, eager to fulfill his own curiosity.

Ki Woo looked hesitant to answer the questions. He bit his bottom lip, eyes wandering all over the floor, looking as if he was trying to find a smart answer for the questions asked by the unknown mobster.

Damn it!

How could they know about his identity without him learning even a single name from the people who were now torturing him throughout their interrogation?

Ki Woo's mind ran wild, thinking almost everything he can; from the knowledge he has about the Sapphire and other confidential information, to who the hell is assaulting him right now and will he still be alive after these men get all the information they want from him.

His mind comes back to reality when Jimin snaps his fingers in front of his face, making the man blink his eyes several times before he lifts his eyes to look straight into Jimin's intense gaze.

"So, ready to answer my questions just now?" the Park's Prince asked again, hands already playing with the trigger of his gun.

Ki Woo gulped once, before he opened his mouth, eyes carefully flicked to look at the two men who were standing on his left and right side.

"T-they.. They promised me an-an easy life. And.. there's.. there's nothing I want in this world but an easy life."

And Jimin internally scoffed, feeling slightly sad because this poor man is only seeking for an easy life - which unfortunately will end soon.

Still playing with the gun he was holding, Jimin nodded his head, signalling the man to continue by gesturing his gun up and down for a few times.

"They.. provided me this.. this workshop.. a-and.. some m-money and-"

"And why did they choose you?" Jimin cut in, satisfied enough with Ki Woo's answer because it didn't surprise him anymore.

Jimin is never surprised if people do anything just for power and money, because that's what he's been indulging with ever since his father showed him this side of the world since he was ten.

Ki Woo hesitated again, eyes staring at his lacerated toe.

He then lifted his head when he heard a sound of metal clanking against the floor.

With widened eyes and a gaping mouth, Ki Woo gulped, eyes begging for some mercy when he noticed the ash gray haired man was swinging a long metal bar in front of his face right after he put his gun back into his jacket pocket.

"I.. I was.. I was the o-one who designed it a-and.." he gulped, searching for some air to fill into his suffocating lungs, eyes still trailing at the metal that swung by his face.

"The largest mobster in.. in Hong Kong..."

"Kong-Sang.. Kong Sang Group?" Beomgyu whispered, eyes looking at his boss's facial expression.

"Y-yes. B-but the one who asked for the S-Sapphire lock is.. is another huge gang f-from Japan."

Jimin lifted his head, eyes looking straight into Ki Woo's pleading ones. His eyebrows knitted together, trying to process all the new information he received a few seconds ago.

It.. It can't be!

The Sapphire is worth more than they expected to be?!

It must be very valuable, more than they could imagine because there is no other possible reason for another huge gang from another country to involve themselves like this if it wasn't that treasurable.

A deeper thin line appeared in between Jimin's brow, his mind running wild to figure out why such a huge gang from Japan has anything to do with the Sapphire.

"What kind of lock is it?" Jimin asked, fingers tightly wrapped around the long, thick metal.

"The.. the shape of a diamond.. M-medium sized. N-not too small, n-not too big," Ki Woo replied, almost sobbing another cry when he felt someone pressing a gun at the back of his head.

"Who asked you to do it? Is it the big boss himself?" Jimin pushed another question, face still plastered with a deep frown.

This time Ki Woo quickly shook his head, repeatedly denying Jimin's assumption.

"I.. I don't know who the b-big boss is.. T-they sent.. they sent someone. T-the same person comes to me for a-any deal.."

"Any information about that person who did all the dealings with you?"

Ki Woo shook his head, looking everywhere but the man who was standing before him and that was enough to convince Jimin that this guy was trying to tell another bullshit story again.

And in a blink of an eye, the long, thick metal rod swung right at Ki Woo's face, making his head twist to his right.

He let out a loud curse, spitting his already broken teeth along with a pool of blood.

Taking a deep breath in between the hiss sound he let out because of the pain he felt all over his body, Ki Woo started to open his mouth, words strained because of the unbearable pain he suffered right now.

"I.. I n-never saw his.. his face. H-he always comes w-with a full mask to co-cover his face. I.. I only k-know his n-name. Only his name! I sw-swear!"

"And what is his name?"

"Jimin. He told me his name is Jimin!"

And that made Jimin suddenly turn frozen on his feet, feeling the tense nerves already running all over his muscles.

He eyed the other two, who also were stunned with the unexpected information they gained.

Shit!

Somebody is trying to silently ambush me.

Damn it!

Jimin paced back and forth, pushing his hair away from his forehead a few times before he flicked his eyes to look at Ki Woo, who was silently observing him.

"What else do you know?" Jimin asked, still pacing his feet in front of the other three.

"T-that's all. That's all, I promise!" Ki Woo quickly replied, body already feeling weak because of the blood he lost.

"You don't have any clue where they hid the lock and the Sapphire?"

"Why-why would I know? T-they only hired me to custom make the l-lock. I.. I haven't even see that damn Sapphire!"

"And which gang from Japan asked you to custom make the lock?"

Ki Woo debilitatedly shook his head, eyelids starting to feel very heavy.

"N-no. I.. I only k-know the per-person who met me introduced himself as.. as Jimin. N-no family name. Just.. Just Jimin. C-can you let me.. let me go now?"

Jimin nodded, raising an eyebrow before he smirked.

"Eagle, why don't we let go of Ki Woo-shi, now? He must be terribly exhausted and in pain, yeah? We don't want to prolong his suffering any longer," Jimin cooed, already turning his heels to walk toward the exit.

And as soon as Jungkook saw his boss already on his fifth step, he pulled the trigger, shooting right in the middle of the guy's skull.

Turning his head to look at Beomgyu who was already scrolling his phone, with a smirk on his face, he opened his mouth, ordering his mentee the regular task.

"Call Shownu. Tell him to clear this place right now. Make sure this place is as clean as your own bedroom-"

"Fuck off," Beomgyu protested, earning a snicker from his mentor, before Jungkook continued with his order.

"And the body, make sure no one could ever find even a strand of hair belonging to this corpse. You got it?"

Beomgyu nodded, phone already pressed on his ear before he started to speak to Shownu, who was answering his phone call.

"Eagle" Jimin called, turning his head to look at Jungkook who was already standing on his right, "Tell Owl to check all the CCTVs around this workshop and everywhere nearby clearing everything the CCTVs recorded for the past two hours and change it with another recordings. I'm gonna call Solar and Hani and try to figure out who the hell was hiring Ki Woo to make the lock for that damn Sapphire and which bastard was bold enough to easily use my name like that!"

With a single nod from Jungkook, Jimin started to walk towards the exit, leaving his men to wait for Shownu and their cleaning team to arrive at the crime scene, while he started to work on figuring out who the hell was behind all these unwelcomed, puzzling catastrophes.

-----MiniMini-----

"How do you know my sister?" Yoongi asked right after dragging Ye Ji out from his mother's ward room, eyes trailing on Hoseok who was sleeping by his mother's bed.

"Wow, yes, nice to meet you too," Ye Ji retorted, in a very sarcastic tone before she swung the plastic bag she held right in front of Yoongi's face.

"I bought you some chicken soup with ginseng! I bought extra just in case Hoseok wants to eat too!" she beamed before she wrapped her fingers around Yoongi's wrist, wanting to pull him back inside the room.

"No! No! I won't even allow you to be here unless you tell me how the hell do you know my sister?" Yoongi protested, heels digging deeper in the floor, refusing to move even an inch.

Ye Ji was about to open her mouth, face looking a little bit stressed, but soon her attention seemed to focus on the almost faded wounds on Yoongi's face.

She eyed him for a solid one minute, which Yoongi felt like ages, before she started to voice out the question that was floating around inside her head.

"Yoongi, it's only been a day. How.. How is it possible for your wounds to heal this fast?" she curiously asked, eyes still lingering all over Yoongi's face.

Yoongi opened his mouth to answer her question, only to close it back soon after, repeating the action a few times.

Furrowing his eyebrows, he then decided to shrug off her question and repeated his question for the third time.

Ye Ji was about to argue, but decided to give in with a long, loud sigh.

Massaging her aching temples before she landed her butt on the nearby bench in front of the room, she looked at Yoongi who was glaring at her, and with another deep, long sigh, she gave a small gesture for him to sit beside her.

Taking a deep breath while looking right into Yoongi's cautious eyes, she started to open her mouth, answering the question that he asked since yesterday.

"I.. I met your sister w-when.. when.. Goddamnit!" Ye Ji cursed under her breath, taking another deep breath and exhaled another long air, before she continued.

"She saved my life. I-I almost died.. b-but she saved me. She saved my life and I owe her my life. I'm trying to save yours now, hoping that.. that this is enough to repay all the good deeds she did to me. I... I..." Ye Ji stopped, choking on her own tears while her body started to tremble.

Yoongi was just about to comfort her, carefully leaning in to place his hand on her shoulder, when suddenly she abruptly stood up, bowing her head while muttering a slow sorry before she started to walk away.

Yoongi let out a long sigh, mindlessly letting his mind run free, thinking about all the problems he and his family are facing right now.

He then started to think about Ye Ji, the girl who suddenly came into their life, offering help just because she wanted to repay his sister's good deeds before.

Noona..

Where are you?

Do you eat and sleep well?

Are you happy right now?

I hope you are happy wherever you are...

"I miss you, noona..." Yoongi slowly whispered, now outside, head lifted to look at the fading stars in the sky, overshadowed by the lights from the buildings and streets.

He took his own sweet time to walk through hundreds, probably thousands of people, making the night seem alive and free.

A few drunkards tried to approach him, but he successfully dodged them by instinct due to his past experiences with people who tried to touch him.

He carefully observed the street while pulling his black sweater tighter around his body, seeing all kinds of people roaming in the street.

It's safe.

Yoongi feels safe because of all the people who are crowding the area he is walking in, loud booming noises coming from the nightclubs and bars along the street, cars honking once in awhile and the sound of giggles and rambling words coming from people who are drunk and already spending time with their future one night stands.

It's safe here.

At least safer than those dark and scary secluded alleys he had to use whenever he came back from work.

And this is safer than those houses they had to leave everytime those thugs successfully traced them down.

This feels safe,

but Yoongi never felt more scared and dejected.

It's scary..

Having no place to call home is scary..

What happened five days ago was frightening.

"I'm scared..." Yoongi whispered to himself, quickly wiping the tears that threatened to slide down his cheeks.

He remembers when he thought about killing himself, right after he convinced Hoseok and their mother to do the same, but it felt so wrong and he never hated himself that much before.

No..

We should live..

We should..

We should at least feel happy and free even just once.

Even.. Even if we only feel that for a short time..

Mom and Hoseok...

They have all the right to feel happy and blissful ..

To live without any fear..

We..

We have to survive.

Yoongi's train of thought was being interrupted when somebody accidentally bumped into his body, making him almost fall on the ground if the other man didn't catch him by his waist.

"Careful there!" said the man with a slightly annoyed tone, before he suddenly stopped the moment his eyes landed on Yoongi.

"Oh! I'm.. I'm sorry. Are you.. Are you one of The Sakura's angels?" the tall man with light brown hair asked, slightly flustered and a little bit agitated.

He quickly released his grip on Yoongi's waist, taking a few steps backwards so that he could give Yoongi some space.

Furrowing his eyebrows, slightly confused with the man's question, Yoongi just gaped, contemplating walking away from the man who was still staring at him.

"I don't know what you are talking about," Yoongi muttered, already turning his heels and starting to walk away.

"You're not?! I can't believe it!! You could be a very damn expensive and popular angel, you know?" the man shouted right after he turned his head left and right to make sure that there was nobody that heard him.

And his words were enough to make Yoongi abruptly stop from walking, quickly turning his body to face the man who was grinning at him.

"W-what exactly is.. is an angel? And.. and what is The.. The Sakura?" Yoongi carefully asked, slightly fidgeting when he realized that the guy was checking out his body.

"That.. well, we have Bell to do all the briefing. I'm just doing my part," the guy who Yoongi still doesn't know whether he should trust or not calmly answered, pushing his light brown locks away from his eyes.

Yoongi just nodded, still thinking whether it's a good idea or not to ask further about it.

He's interested; and Yoongi rarely easily feels interested this fast.

"H-how.. How much can a person get in a day?" he asked in a quiet tone, almost as if he's whispering his question.

"Come. Follow me. Don't be afraid. I'm Ong. I can't tell you my full name yet. Not until you are part of The Sakura. I'll tell you once you agree to join us," the man, who introduced himself as Ong explained, already holding Yoongi's hand and taking him toward the direction he came from earlier.

"Well, in The Sakura, depends on how popular you are but then again, when an angel is chosen to be exclusive to a specific master, which is our VVIP clients, then their incomes will be based on how much their masters want to give them, which is obviously alot!" Ong added, taking Yoongi's hand in between his hands before he squeezed for a few seconds.

"And as for the virgin petals-"

"Virgin petals?" Yoongi interjects, raising his eyebrows in full curiousity.

He let Ong drag him down the road, mind already trying to weight the pros and cons in agreeing to take the offer.

"Virgin petals are those virgins who want to be a part of The Sakura. We will hold an auction session, usually once in a fortnight, which means the next session will be in two days," Ong explained, looking over his shoulder to look at Yoongi once before he looked straight back on the road.

"Does it.. Does it mean t-that.. that they are selling their.. their virginity?" Yoongi gulped, feeling a huge lump already blocking his airway.

He eyed the man, Ong, who was still guiding him with gentle fingers wrapped around his wrist.

"Yup," that was all he answered before he took both of them to the left, entering a street that was filled with colourful lights on both sides of the road.

Goosebumps fell all over his body the moment he heard Ong's response.

Yoongi felt his hair stand straight up the moment he realized what place they were going to now.

And those feelings, the goosebumps were not good ones - it's the complete opposite of pleasing ones;

The ones he felt whenever he thought about those thugs who were hunting them;

The ones whenever he felt like he's going to lose his family, his only little world who gave him the strength to keep on living.

Yoongi shook his head, trying not to think about all the dark thoughts he was having.

He decided he should focus on the street, trying his best to observe the walk as much as he could with the new views he had never seen before.

Yoongi noticed there were many luxurious cars entering and exiting the place, and many kinds of motorcycles filling the streets.

He observed the surroundings, nothing creepy nor scary there except now they were walking in front of a very huge casino.

With slightly parted lips, Yoongi just stared at the building, interested to know everything that was happening in the casino.

He's not into gambling - his life is already filled with nothing but bad luck, but something about the casino just flicked some interest in him.

"We are not going there now. Probably in the future when your master wants to bring you along, you can go there. Soon. I promise," Ong winked, a cheeky smirk plastered on his already sweet face.

Yoongi didn't react nor answer. He simply just looked at the beautiful surroundings.

Funny.

How can a place that probably is filled with every single sin that a human can do can be this breathtakingly beautiful.

"How much can a virgin petal earn from selling their virginity?" Yoongi suddenly asked the moment he realized he hadn't asked the most important question yet.

Ong just shrugged, rubbing his chin with his fingers before he turned his face towards Yoongi.

"Well, minimum would be somewhere around 11 million won-"

"11 million won?!!" Yoongi shrieked, almost screaming his lungs out. He dumbly gaped at Ong, trying to process the information he just got from the latter.

"That's the minimum price. We can go up to a billion won. Depends on how much those people want to offer during the auction."

"B-billion.." Yoongi repeated in a very hushed tone, frowning his face to decide what's the best thing he should do right now.

A very pleasing and alluring odor suddenly attacked his smell receptors, making him lift his head to look at the source of the very wonderful smell.

The smell that was filled with lust and desire.

His eyes caught a huge sign, proud and bold cursive letters spelling, The Sakura, with a sakura flower at the end of the letters decorating the huge entrance of the building.

In another meter or two, they already had arrived at the place.

The exclusive brothel based on what Ong had told him.

A brothel.

A whorehouse that they upgraded so that people who seek pleasure and lust will see it as their heaven.

It's pathetic.

But Yoongi is pathetic himself - a very desperate one to be blunt.

"We're here! The Sakura, the heaven that many people can only dream about." Ong beamed, slightly excited.

Yoongi just slowly nodded his head, eyes still trailing every single inch of the building.

He then rolled his eyes to look at the long line towards the entrance, where all the people from every background, gender and social status, were lined up to enter the place.

It's amusing, how these kinds of people could possibly kill each other when they are outside of this place, but now can peacefully stand close to each other.

"It's.. It definitely l-looks like a very exclusive p-place," Yoongi started with a hushed voice.

"I told ya. This is the place where people call their heaven," Ong nodded, a wide smile still plastered on his face.

They were silent for awhile, with Yoongi carefully observing the surroundings while Ong was quietly looking at Yoongi.

"So..." Ong started, squeezing Yoongi's wrist to get his attention.

With a kind smile on his face when he saw Yoongi was looking at him, he continued. "Are you interested in joining us?"

Yoongi was baffled with the sudden question, before his terrified and nervous eyes turned into determined ones.

He took a look at the brothel one more time, feeling all the debts that his family owed heavily pressed onto his shoulders.

You just have to be here until you pay that damn ten billion won they've been asking for since forever..

You can do this Yoongi.

You can.

Mom and Hoseok are counting on you.

They are your responsibilities now.

"I have to do this..."

"Hmm?"

Yoongi took a very deep, long breath. He took it as if he wouldn't have the chance to breathe like that anymore.

With a shaking voice, a slightly trembling body and a terrified heart, Yoongi tightened his fist, digging into his skin to ease his nerves.

He took another long breath, before he looked straight into Ong's bright eyes.

"L-let's do this. Bring me to the person who I'm supposed to meet with now."

And with a small jump, Ong gently wrapped his hand back around Yoongi's pale wrist, leading him to the place where all lust and sexual desires meet.

The ever so exclusive brothel,

The one they claim as heaven on earth.

The one and only,

The Sakura, who belongs to none other than Park Jimin.

Chapter Text

"Come on! Don't be scared. We won't bite," Ong stated with a slight teasing voice, offering his hand for Yoongi to hold as he guided him.

He was a bit hesitant, glancing at the two bodyguards who were guarding the second main entrance, as Yoongi and Ong easily passed by the first one.

He didn't take the man's hand, only slowly nodded his head before he motioned to Ong to keep on walking.

"Is Bell still here?" Ong asked. He seemed in friendly terms with the two bodyguards by the way he talked with them; very friendly and relaxed, and not intimidated by how huge and frightening they were.

"Yes. She's with her girl in her office. Sarang came two hours ago. They should be about finished with whatever shit they are doing inside," one of the bodyguards, who looked a lot younger and taller than the other one, answered with a straight face.

Yoongi mentally observed and started taking mental notes about his surroundings, assuming that Bell is someone whom everyone in the brothel fears or respects - or probably both.

He noticed the bodyguards right away, then didn't look back again, after seeing both of them eyeing him up and down several times, then noticed how Ong looked at them while shaking his head and grinning.

"Who's this? Never seen him before. If he's one of the angels, I'm pretty sure I would remember this one," the older bodyguard remarked, eyes expectantly looking at the still grinning Ong.

"Told you that you are that pretty to be our angel," Ong said, as he quickly turned his head and winked at Yoongi, only making the boy flinch with a scowl on his face.

"Yes, he's new fresh meat. Gonna ask them to confirm whether he is really qualified to be a virgin petal. Though there is no doubt in my mind about this virgin, I mean," Ong just shrugged, confidently responding to the question without even considering that Yoongi was just half a meter behind him.

The two bodyguards were now eyeing Yoongi again, scanning his features without any words, and that was enough to make Yoongi feel slightly sick and intimidated.

"How much longer do we have to stand here?" Yoongi asked while wrapping his black sweater tighter around his small body, glaring at the two bodyguards who were still lustfully staring at him.

"Your future angel here is definitely gonna be one of the exclusive ones. Guess those expensive angels here in The Sakura are gonna have a new rival soon," the older bodyguard chuckled before he swiped Ong's card on the sensor to open the door.

"I know right? I always bring the best!" Ong smugly replied, doing his overdramatic bow before he opened his arms wide to welcome Yoongi as they entered the ever so grand and exclusive whorehouse.

Yoongi doesn't care. Whatever shit name the other people call this exclusive club - heaven, paradise, home, high classed brothel, even The Sakura itself, he still firmly knows that this is still just a glorified whorehouse.

Except, this is a very luxurious environment and has a first class quality to it, only for the elite, and worth the time and every dollar that is spent just to experience this place.

And Yoongi is so sure that what he calls whores inside, are never, ever referred to as whores themselves.

People worship them, showing nothing but adoration and love, and obviously are lusted after. They treat the petals and angels of The Sakura as goddesses, spending huge amounts of money, begging to have their consent to touch and hold them.

Yoongi has just stepped inside for only less than three minutes, but within that short period he could understand it all - he read how things worked inside this exclusive brothel, just by glancing at the main area where both customers and the brothel's workers mingled around to fulfill each other's desires.

And he could see clientele wearing very expensive suits and jewelry, showing that they were definitely the elite.

He was about to sneak a look at the performance in the middle of the huge area before him, but quickly tensed when he felt someone poking his arm.

"I know it's interesting here, the main playground, but we have to continue on to do what we have to do first. Bell is next. She needs to give us a green light, then maybe later when you are established you can watch those performances as long as you want to," Ong explained, still in his friendly manner. He offered his hand for Yoongi to hold, again, but Yoongi just nodded his head before he quickly shoved both hands inside his sweater pockets.

"You really act like The Aphrodite themself, huh? Not like I'd ever met them before, but I've heard words about them from those who've met or seen them before," Ong shrugged, still with a warm smile on his face before he started to walk.

"T-them? What.. Who is The Aphrodite?" Yoongi cautiously asked, eyes already looking at everything that had caught his eyes - from the beautiful chandelier hanging down from the ceiling, to the huge, cherry red marble bar nearby, almost looking like it was made with crystal.

He glanced at a few beautiful boys and girls who wore revealing and scandalizing clothes as they walked past them, with a wink and smile on their faces when they met Ong's eyes.

"Ah, nothing. That's not what you need to know now or should worry about. Now, come, follow me."

Yoongi just obediently followed him from behind, quietly walking towards a secluded hallway at the right side of the brothel. Ong then swiped his card on the scanner at the right side of an elevator, before the doors opened wide to welcome them in.

Ong then pressed his card again on the other scanner inside the elevator. He was about to press his password when suddenly he stopped, twisting his neck to look at Yoongi.

"Can you please just turn your body away for a minute. This is confidential," he sweetly asked, smiling wide when Yoongi said nothing but obey the request.

The keypad didn't make any sound to avoid anyone from figuring out the employees' passwords without directly looking at it, and that's when Yoongi realized that this place is perfect - this place is the safest place for him to presently be.

He just needs to figure out where to hide his mom and Hoseok for awhile, before he can fully pay the money to the thugs who keep hunting and torturing all of them.

"Yoongi? Come. Let's go," Ong softly called, guiding the increasingly tense Yoongi to the left side of the hallway.

The hallway itself..

It looked very exclusive and chic. The wall was painted glittering black, almost like a million stars adorning every step in the hallway.

The lights here were white, unlike the red, purple and pink lights downstairs which created the atmosphere to build up the already present lusts among their customers.

But nothing was as extravagant as the floor that they were stepping on now. It was transparent. Yoongi could see everything through the floor that was happening downstairs in the main playground, that was earlier described by Ong.

He tried to remember whether he could see the upper floor when he was looking at the chandelier while downstairs, only to realize that this had to be a one sided-mirror floor, where everything was visible looking down and through.

And Yoongi raised his eyebrows while trying to suppress a smile, admiring how cool, yet pretty, the view of this floor was, before he bit his lips the moment he noticed Ong was about to turn around.

"Quick. Pull your hoodie up over your head. I want to make her gasp the moment she lands her eyes on you," Ong said with a wider grin, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Yoongi internally wondered whether this man was always happy, or was it just a facade to hide his hurt, while pulling his hoodie over his head.

"Now let's show her how you really look like The Sakura's future angel," Ong excitedly added with small claps, before he knocked on the huge, dark brown Mahogany door.

"Hwa- Bell!" he corrected himself after he cleared his throat, knocking the door a few times until they heard a muffled female voice from behind the door.

It only took a few seconds for the door to be opened and Yoongi was slightly taken aback when he realized that no one was standing in front of them.

"It's.. an automatic door," Ong cheekily winked, when he realized Yoongi was still gaping, before he jutted out his chin to silently ask Yoongi to follow him from behind.

"Hey Ong," a lazy, sultry female voice greeted them, before a giggling voice, belonging to another girl, echoed soon after.

"Hello Ong," the girl with a dark bob with fringed hair, who was sitting on the other's lap, was still giggling as she waved her hand from behind the huge wooden table made from Mahogany.

"Did I interrupt anything?" Ong asked, although he sounded nonchalant about it, already making a beeline to sit on the cherry red leather couch inside the medium sized office.

And the office screamed chic and feminine, along with luxury and power.

Yoongi secretly looked around the office, noticing there were a few tall shelves made with snakewood filled with files, probably confidential information about the club itself. The wall was painted with dark red and gold to match the black marble floor that has half covered with a huge faux fur rug in soft beige.

"Nope. We're already done and fully satisfied," the bob haired girl answered with a wink, before she tilted her head to look at Yoongi who was awkwardly standing in front of the already closed door.

"Ah! Right" Ong snapped his fingers, before he stood up and quickly wrapped his fingers around Yoongi's wrist to pull him forward.

"Bell, look what I've brought for you!" the guy was slightly bouncing on his feet, anticipating his boss's reaction once she landed her eyes on Yoongi.

"Babe, I need you to move now. Need to take a good look at that beauty over there," the woman with long, dark brown hair remarked, landing a kiss on her girlfriend's cheek, making the girl giggle again before she stood up from the other's lap.

The woman, whom Ong called Bell, stood up and confidently, while wearing her silver platform heels, walked directly toward Yoongi, who was silently staring at her.

She crossed her arms as soon as she stood before Yoongi, tapping her own chin while eyeing Yoongi up and down for a good minute.

Bell hummed, glancing at Ong who was excitedly waiting for her response, before she took another look at Yoongi.

And with a smile that reached her eyes, she nodded just as soon as she started voicing out her thoughts.

"Beautiful. As beautiful as our exclusive angels. Where did you find him?" she turned her head to look at Ong, before she looked back at Yoongi.

"On the streets?" Ong replied, more like a question, and chuckled when he noticed that Hwasa was raising an eyebrow at him; probably thinking that Ong just wanted to lie some shit as a joke.

"Now is not the right time, boy," she rolled her eyes, before she walked around Yoongi's figure, still scanning every inch of his body.

"It's true! Right Yoongi?" Ong suddenly asked the still quiet Yoongi, making the pale skinned boy turn his head to look at Ong who was already looking at him with wide eyes.

"Y-yeah," Yoongi answered in a hushed voice, almost inaudible, before he looked at the woman whose alias was Bell, who was already standing before him.

"Which brothels have you worked at before?" Hwasa curiously asked, eyes looking straight into Yoongi's sparkling ones. She noticed as his cat like eyes widened in shock.

"N-no-"

"He's fresh meat, noona. The freshest of meat. Can't wait to know who's gonna be the one to hit the jackpot this Saturday night," Ong interfered, cutting in on Yoongi's words before the guy could even finish his answer.

"Virgin Petal?" Hwasa raised an eyebrow, looking back at Yoongi for a few seconds before she turned her head to look at Ong.

"But you told me you met him on the streets, though?"

"We.. I accidentally bumped into him earlier, when I was searching for new petals around the city. Guess I'm always lucky. Fate really loves me like that," Ong shrugged, smugly smirking when he saw how Hwasa was looking at him.

"Yeah, yeah. Even I know you always bring the best - besides Chungha and Dae Hwi, of course," Sarang interjected out of the blue. The Sakura calls Sarang, Hwasa's girlfriend. She rested her chin on Hwasa's shoulder while she winked at the already annoyed Ong.

"Don't remind me of my closest rival, please and thank you," Ong huffed, already landing his butt on the couch, as he rolled his eyes for the second time at Sarang who was still teasingly grinning at him.

"Hello Yoongi. I'm Sar- Wheein, Hwasa's favorite girl," she introduced herself, offering her hand for Yoongi to shake. She ignored the way Hwasa was looking at her, knowing really well that she didn't agree with revealing their real name to strangers.

"Babe-"

"He doesn't look dangerous. Relax," Wheein winked, landing her lips on Hwasa's cheekbone, before she ping-ponged her eyes to look at Yoongi and her own extended hand.

"Come on, pretty boy. I won't hurt you. Except if you are planning to fuck with the club.. Then, I might be the one to kill you myself," Wheein grinned, taking Yoongi's cold hand for a handshake, before she doubled over to laugh at her own joke.

And Hwasa knows really well that Wheein was not joking. This bitch really is one of the best snipers she ever met and the fact that they are now lovers is something that she sometimes finds amusing.

"Wheein, stop it. Don't scare him like that," Hwasa warned, shooing the still laughing girl to sit on the couch, before she invited Yoongi to sit beside Ong who was already drinking a glass of champagne.

"So, you are a virgin?" Hwasa simply asked, watching the pretty boy who was uncomfortably squirming in his seat.

"It's okay. We are.. good people. We always protect each other, so don't worry," Hwasa added, even though her words really didn't help Yoongi at all.

Yoongi was glaring at his own lap, mind already filling with terrifying thoughts.

W-what if..

What if this is all wrong?

W-what if..

What if this is not the right thing to do?

W-what will mom and Hoseok think of me when they know what I'm doing right now?

Yoongi internally slapped himself, only to shoot a glance when he felt Ong poking at his cheek.

"Yoongi?"

"Huh?"

Yoongi gaped, looking at the other three who were staring at him.

He saw how Wheein was cheekily smiling at him, already telling Hwasa how confident she was about him still being a virgin. Hwasa just hummed, making circles on Wheein's thigh with her beautifully manicured thumb, eyes warmly staring at the still fidgeting Yoongi.

"Y-yeah," Yoongi whispered his answer, eyes still glued on the floor.

"Hmm?" Hwasa asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I'm.. I'm still.. still a virgin."

Hwasa hummed again, tapping her index finger on her chin before she asked her next question.

"And why is a virgin like you suddenly wanting to sell your virginity here? You don't seem like someone who wouldn't want to do it if you're not desperate enough. May I know why?" Hwasa asked, already spreading her arms on the backrest.

And the moment he heard the question, Yoongi slightly tensed. He tried his best not to react to the question, afraid that the club wouldn't accept someone with huge problems like him - someone who is already being hunted by a gang, someone who is always in danger.

Think.

Think.

Think, Yoongi!

Yoongi gulped, eyes already looking at Hwasa and Wheein who were staring at him, patiently waiting for his answer.

"Well..." Yoongi started with a gulp, already feeling a lump in his throat.

"I.. I have financial problems... M-money issues... I-I have to pay for.. for my mother's hospital bills, m-my college fees and.. and my brother's art school as well," Yoongi half lied without telling the full truth.

He really needs the money to pay for the hospital fees and the cash borrowed from the girl he doesn't even know. Being in more debt is the last thing he needs right now.

After all the shit he and his family had to face, trusting someone that easily really doesn't really sit well with him - not when he knows that people might take advantage of their desperation and vulnerability.

Hwasa only stared at him, didn't comment anything more at the answer he gave her, just silently scanned his features once more before she nodded her head.

"Oh, very well then. Well, we just have to go through some basic procedures and The Sakura's policy just to confirm whether you are qualified to be a virgin petal or not. It's something we do whenever we accept anyone who wants to offer themselves as virgin petals during our monthly auctions," Hwasa explained, not directly looking at Yoongi as she busied herself tapping on her phone.

They offered Yoongi a drink, even a snack, but the boy quickly declined, not fully trusting them yet, afraid that they might have some wicked plan for him - and Yoongi really didn't need that right now, not when he's presently in a very secluded and private area of the club.

Five minutes later, two guys, looking extremely beautiful and young, probably around Yoongi's age or younger, entered the room right after they knocked on the door.

"Vernon, Wooshin, come. Need you to confirm something for me," Hwasa greeted, jutting her chin towards Yoongi who was already looking at them.

"Fresh meat? Beautiful. Who scored this? Ong hyung?" the man who seemed like a foreigner asked, already approaching Yoongi.

"I think someone like him should be called a virgin petal instead of fresh meat. Don't you think so?" the other guy who just came suggested, glancing at Yoongi with a smirk on his face.

And Yoongi swore he saw the other guy's eyes suddenly transform into sparkling black for a few seconds, before they changed back into normal human eyes.

"W-what are you.. What are you doing?" Yoongi asked the moment he realized that both guys were already crowding him, faces coming closer to his throat.

He flinched in mortification, face scowling in a mixture of discomfort and distaste, quickly pushing both guys to move away from him when he felt wet, warm tongues licking his neck.

"We've got a new virgin petal here, boss. Smells and tastes extremely delicious too. I wonder who will be the lucky one who will throw a huge amount of cash to earn this prize," the guy who looked like a foreigner smirked, winking at Yoongi the moment he moved away from him.

"Ah.. Tastes delicious? You rarely say that, Vernon. You never have said that before," Hwasa commented, pointing her index finger to make her point clearer.

"He really does. I think even our Aphrodite would agree if only he was here now," the other guy, who Yoongi knows by now as Wooshin retorted, looking at Yoongi before he glanced back at Hwasa.

Yoongi just silently observed and listened to their conversation, feeling slightly uncomfortable with how they commented about how he smells and tastes as if he's not even in the same room as them.

He wiped the spit off of his neck with his sleeve, scowling his face in disgust when he realized that both of them just licked his neck without asking for his permission.

"Sorry. They're just like that. They don't think too much as long as they do their job. They didn't mean any harm," Ong softly whispered, giving Yoongi a small smile.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Y-you don't seem to even like people touching you. You know that you have to sleep with whoever bids the most during the auction, right?" Ong added, voice still low, ignoring the fact that there was another discussion going on just a few meters away from them.

Yoongi just stared at him, scanning his face to search for any facade, but all he saw was nothing but sincerity.

I have to.

I don't want to do it, I never wanted to do it at all...

But I have to...

Yoongi nodded once, full of determination, before he answered back with a hushed tone.

"It's okay. I.. I can do it. I just.. just have to be prepared."

Ong was about to say something when suddenly Hwasa's voice beamed inside the room, already looking at them.

"Ong, bring Yoongi to the special room for our virgin petals. Vernon and Wooshin will go with you while we are waiting for Jennie and Nayeon to come. I've already called them. They'll be there in ten," Hwasa informed, quickly dismissing all of them out from her room before she fished out her phone and started to search for a specific name from her contacts.

"Already found what you were looking for?" Wheein suddenly asked, smirking before she dragged on her cigarette, chuckling when Hwasa only answered with a wink.

Taking the cigarette in between her girlfriend's fingers, she took a long drag herself, smoking it the moment the certain person answered her call.

With a smug grin on her face, she quickly talked without even properly greeting the person.

"Prince, I've found the perfect person for you this time. Just come and join the bidding during the auction this Saturday. It will be fun and thrilling, as always," Hwasa explained, kissing her lover's lips as she listened to Prince's response.

-----MiniMini-----

"Hey, handsome," Hwasa winked, the moment Prince and his usual assistants, Jungkook and Beomgyu entered the club. Her right arm was securely placed around Wheein's waist, while the other hand was holding her glass of champagne. Her girlfriend was always eager to watch the auction, especially this one, since she knows that one of the virgin petals would definitely catch their boss's attention.

Jimin just nodded, although his face didn't seem interested enough for today's auction.

He was still remembering when Hwasa suddenly called him, while he was having a meeting with his hackers to search for that imposter Jimin, the bastard who dared to use his name and did the deal with Nam Ki Woo about the Sapphire.

Jimin's mind was still thinking about the matter, even now, especially when his highly gifted and skillful team of hackers still to this day can't seem to trace anything about that mysterious person.

Hell, they don't even have any clue about who they are trying to trace now.

"Prince, trust me, this is worth it," Hwasa suddenly spoke, pulling Jimin away from his busy mind.

"Better be worth it. You called me during my meeting just to convince me to join today's auction, and I still have work to do, but again, you were so forceful for me to join tonight," Jimin replied with a little bit of venom in his tone, eyes coldly glaring at the two lovers who dared to pull their arrogant grins at him.

"I saw that beautiful boy myself. I'd join today's bidding for him myself if I wasn't already a woman with a commitment. But it's okay, boss. You can choose to ditch tonight's auction now, but don't come for our necks when you realize how regretful you'll be once he is in bed with someone else. And trust me, whoever fucks him tonight will surely take him as their exclusive angel," Wheein teased, smirking when she sees how Prince is still mockingly scoffing at her words before he chugs his whiskey in one go.

"How beautiful is he?" Beomgyu suddenly asked, starting to feel curious about this virgin petal they were talking about. He swirled his own alcohol in his glass, eyes wandering to look at the two girls who stood behind the bar.

"As beautiful as The Aphrodite?" this time Jungkook added, eager to learn about the boy whom they claimed to be extremely attractive.

Hwasa cheekily smiled, pressing her lips against her champagne's glass before she answered in a tease.

"That's up to Prince to decide. But whether he's interested or not, I'm sure we're gonna score big cash today. So no one's losing anything tonight," Hwasa shrugged, glancing at her employees who were responsible to take charge in preparing the hall for the auction.

"Who's gonna be the host for tonight's auction?" Jimin suddenly asked while scrolling his phone, shoving it back into his back pocket and motioning to the girls to pour him another glass of whiskey.

"Yohan, our newest kid. He's not really that new, though. Already worked from behind the scenes but he's been doing the hosting for three sessions now," Hwasa explained, pouring the liquor into Jimin's empty glass.

Jimin just hummed, remembering the fact that he hadn't joined a bidding session for awhile now, having so much to do with his family business, both legally and illegally.

Plus, Hwasa told him that the new virgin petals they received for those past months he didn't participate in were not his type, not good enough for her to drag him into joining the auction.

That's why he's here now, half-heartedly forcing himself to join the auction, tempted enough to have a little bit of curiosity about what the new virgin petal looks like, because Hwasa kept on calling him to remind him about tonight's bidding session.

Jimin started to trail his eyes around the club, glancing at the people who entered one by one from the entrance.

He scoffed when he saw some familiar faces, some of them were politicians and CEOs of big companies, even popular celebrities already taking steps toward the auction hall.

Of course, none of them are interested enough to play in the main playground on the ground floor, or having fun in the upper floors with the angels, even the exclusive and expensive ones.

Not when they get the chance to taste the fresh, new meat; the virgin petals once they win their bids tonight.

Deep down inside, Jimin knows that probably some of them are gang leaders, close nemesis' from rival gangs, but they never reveal their faces, always making sure to have their dogs do the dirty work.

"Prince," Jungkook slowly whispered, eyes flicking fast to silently motion toward a person who caught his attention.

Jimin, knowing what Jungkook is trying to do, slightly turned his head to look at the person, raising an eyebrow when he noticed a group who was entering the auction hall.

"The Kim's?" he calmly asked, rolling his eyes to look at Hwasa who was also glancing at the same person.

"I guess so? Weird. They don't usually send their underdogs to join the auction," Hwasa shrugged, sipping her champagne while still glancing at their guests who started to fill in the auction hall.

"What do you mean? They're regulars now? Why didn't I know about this?" Jimin frowned, almost annoyed at the fact that no one told him about his closest enemies visiting the club.

He glared at Jungkook and Beomgyu who were now tense in their seats, before he rolled his eyes to look at Hwasa who was still standing behind the bar. Wheein already left a few minutes ago when she spotted her friends entering the club.

"The Aphrodite will take care of it-"

"He knows?"

"He'll deal with them if they start to act fishy or do something that can threaten The Sakura," Hwasa added, face full of confidence and fully assured.

"The Aphrodite knows about this?" Jimin repeated his question, feeling angrier than before. He clenched his fists, trying so hard not to burst in anger, not wanting to make a scene and gain attention from everyone who was already inside his brothel.

Not when he knows that most of them are still trying to figure out who is the powerful man behind this most exclusive and expensive whorehouse, knowing very well that this is not the only dirty deal he has in his possession.

"Of course he knows," Hwasa replied with a frown, confused with the man's question.

"He owns half The Sakura, remember? He protects everything in The Sakura, from the bodyguards out there," she pointed her index finger toward the entrance, "to the petals and angels, even all the employees here, including me," she ended with her nail digging into her chest, before she used the same hand to hold her glass again.

"Eagle," Prince called, voice stern and filled with rage and anger.

"The Aphrodite contacted me to warn him not to tell you or else," Hwasa interjected, gulping down her dry throat the moment she met with Prince's cold eyes.

"He dares to threaten me now?" Jimin asked, trying so hard not to break the glass that was still in his grip.

"No. NO! Prince, why are we even discussing about this here? You know it's not safe to talk about such things in public, right?" Hwasa carefully replied, feeling every single hair on her body stand up the moment her eyes met with Jimin's since a few minutes ago.

"You know why we can talk about this here. I know no one can hear us now, Hwasa. Not when you put down that invisible glass in this room. That's why no one is even glancing at us now. I know this place like the back of my hand. I own this place, remember?"

The girl kept silent for awhile, looking at Prince through her eyelashes, before she let out a defeated sigh.

Massaging her temples with one hand, she slightly slumped forward and started to mutter her words.

"He's not trying to ruin The Sakura, Prince. You know The Aphrodite will do everything to keep this place safe. I didn't ask for his decision to allow The Kim's here. I'm still his subordinate, remember? Yours too. But I'm sure he did it with good reasons. Good ones."

"He still should have asked me first. I still own 65% of this place, not half," Jimin gritted his teeth, eyes still glaring daggers at the three of them.

"Eagle, Bird, I thought both of you would at least be loyal to me. Should I doubt you now?" he spat, waiting for any of them to respond to his question.

"We are. All of us are loyal to you. Hwasa noona told me that The Aphrodite is doing this to keep this place safer-"

"And shouldn't you ask me that first before you make the decision to keep quiet about it yourself?" Jimin snapped, almost growling, interrupting Jungkook mid sentence.

"I'm sorry," the younger softly mumbled, hanging his head low, not daring to look at Prince's face.

"P-prince.. It's.. It's my fault-" Hwasa tried, but soon stopped when Jimin snapped his head to glare at her.

"I don't fucking care who's fault it is, but make sure none of you guys ever do this again. Whatever happens in this fucking brothel, update me!" Jimin warned, eyes trailing to all three of them with rage.

The other three just nodded, all looking everywhere but at Jimin.

It was intensely cold for a few minutes, air thick with tension in the room, when suddenly Beomgyu slowly lifted his eyes to look at Jimin under his lashes.

"Prince hyung, you... you know I love you, right? I really do. I really, really, really.."

Jimin scowled, looking at Beomgyu who was looking at him with puppy eyes, before he opened his mouth with disgust.

"Urgh, Beomgyu. Sorry to disappoint you, but you know I can't fuck you, right? It's unprofessional. You're pretty, but nope. Need to keep one of my best hitman with me. Sorry, again to disappoint you," Jimin spat, trying his best to suppress his urge to laugh, but he did it anyway when he saw how the youngest's face scrunched in disgust.

And that made the other three erupt in laughter, doubling over when the boy's face turned beet red.

"That's not what I meant, hyung!"

Still laughing with his whole body, Jimin took a deep breath, wiping the tears from his eyes after his hard laughter.

"That's a good one, kid. Thanks for making me laugh. I haven't had a good laugh for a long time."

Hwasa and Jungkook were glancing at each other, silently telling each other to say something to Jimin who seemed to be in a better mood than before.

"Prince, you know we're sorry, right?" Hwasa softly asked, half scared to look directly at Jimin who was sipping his whiskey.

"Don't do it again. Never, ever keep things from me again. I mean it," he sternly warned, without the same rage he had before.

"I won't. We won't. We promise," Jungkook replied, as quickly as he could, face full of determination.

Jimin flicked his eyes to look at Hwasa and Beomgyu, seeing the same determinations in their faces.

"Promise!" all three of them said simultaneously, smiling at Jimin when they saw a small smile on his lips.

"Hwasa, open my viewing box now. Gotta prepare to throw some cash around for the pretty boy you have been gushing about for two whole days," Jimin ordered, already standing up from his seat.

Hwasa nodded, quickly tapping to order her subordinate to open the viewing box.

Looking at Jimin who was already fully standing beside his chair, Hwasa smirked, cheekily winking at him before she opened her bright, red lips.

"Have fun, Prince. Tonight, it's gonna be one of the most memorable nights for you at The Sakura."

With that same smirk on his face, Jimin scoffed, starting his pace and walking toward his private box for the bidding.

-----MiniMini-----

"Yoongi?" a girl wearing a short, dark pink asymmetrical dress gently called, making the boy who was in a trance quickly snap his head to look at her.

"I have to shampoo your hair now. Just wanted to let you know so that you won't freak out," she explained with a kind smile, before she slowly poured a good amount of shampoo on top of Yoongi's already wet hair.

"I.. You don't have to help me with this. I.. I can do it myself-" Yoongi then stopped, furrowing his eyebrows, trying so hard to remember her name.

"Jennie. I'm Jennie. Make sure you remember my name because Nayeon and I are gonna take care of you now, just to make sure you will look as pretty and desirable as possible," she replied, gently massaging the boy's soft, black hair.

Yoongi just weakly nodded his head, trying his best not to turn bright red, slowly dipping his body lower into the huge bath tub.

He scrunched his face, staring at the rose petals that were floating on the water, along with the alluring smell that came from the scented oil they put earlier into the bathtub.

It's strange he thinks, because he's being treated like a king now, only to end up as a slave to someone who will buy his virginity only two hours from now.

Another girl, who he already remembers as Nayeon, just entered the bathroom with a giddy smile, as she waved around two medium sized balls in her hands.

"We're gonna have some fun now, Yoongi! Look! Bath bombs!" she quickly informed, before she threw the blue and pink balls into the water, making the colors beautifully spread inside the huge bathtub.

"Don't be scared. We won't hurt you. And we won't touch you in any inappropriate places. We promised you, yeah? And see, we didn't even touch you, right?" Nayeon said with a smile, knowing so well that the boy is scared and uncomfortable with what is going to happen to him in a few hours.

She knows, and she also is aware that Jennie, her partner knows.

They know because they have already been doing this job for four long years now.

"And we'll make sure you look beautiful tonight, as beautiful as an angel should be, yeah?" Jennie added, still massaging the boy's scalp. She smiled at Nayeon who was already smiling at her.

"You're gonna be here for.. another ten or fifteen minutes more and then we need you to go under a quick shower to clean your.. umm.. hole? Just to make sure it's clean, yeah? That part, you have to do yourself, okay?" Nayeon, who was already sitting beside the bathtub cautiously explained, trying her best not to make the boy freak out even more.

"Yoongi, it's okay to be scared but.. We promise, all the customers here, especially those who are joining the auction as the bidders, have been into thorough background checks. They are not good people, most of them are gang leaders and mobsters, but they always treat their angels nicely. Our Aphrodite always makes sure everyone in The Sakura are safe and protected, we promise you that," Jennie added when she noticed Yoongi didn't talk much, only responding to their words with nods.

"P-promise?" Yoongi asked with a hushed tone, looking nervous and scared. He didn't look directly at the girls' faces, but they didn't comment about it, only offering him their very warm and sweet smiles.

"Promise," the girls said simultaneously, offering their pinky fingers to Yoongi with a giggle.

Yoongi just stared at their well manicured nails for awhile, before he interlinked theirs with his, feeling a little bit calmer and relaxed.

"Thank you," he added, right after Jennie continued to wash his hair. He offered a smile when he felt Nayeon's hand gently squeeze his hand before she told him that she's going to prepare the clothes he's going to wear.

"I'm done with the hair conditioner as well. Now, I'm going to wait for you outside. Just take a quick shower to clean your cute butt then we're going to apply some body lotion for you, yeah? You don't have to go out naked. There, I've already prepare your bathrobe. Now, hurry up, yeah?" Jenny explained with care, patting his still wet hair before she walked out from the huge bathroom.

Yoongi softly sighed, standing up from the bathtub before he quickly headed toward the shower right beside the bathtub.

"A-are you.. are you guys sure I.. I should wear this?" Yoongi hesitantly asked, frowning his face while glaring at his own reflection in the mirror.

He is wearing a very loose, white silk shirt, with a few upper bottons unbuttoned to reveal his left shoulder and collarbone, after Jennie gave him a very long, convincing speech.

Nayeon matched the white silk shirt with a pair of black, tight hotpants and fishnets, laughing out loud when Yoongi shrieked in mortification.

"W-why.. Can't I wear.. Can't we choose something decent?" Yoongi asked, pulling the hotpants down, hoping they would at least reach his knees.

"Don't! Stop! What are you trying to do Yoongi? The pants won't be longer, you know?" Nayeon laughed , swatting his hands away, before she wrapped a white lacy choker around Yoongi's milky white neck.

"Awwww... so pretty! As beautiful as an angel, yet adorable as a fresh petal," Jennie beamed, giddily bouncing on her heels, before she did a little touch up on Yoongi's face.

She applied a thin layer of lip gloss on Yoongi's pouty lips, and a little bit of light pink blush on his pale white cheeks. She rechecked his eyeshadow, nodding in approval when she saw that the dark brown makeup set beautifully on his eyelids.

"Can I have something else to wear-"

Yoongi stopped the moment he heard one of the girls' phone ring, biting his bottom lip with a thin line appearing in between his brows.

"Okay. We're going out now. Y-yeah, yes Bell! He looks ethereal, I promise. Okay, bye," Nayeon ended the phone call, before she turned her body to look at Yoongi, as Jennie was fixing Yoongi's hair.

"Okay, Yoongi. It's time for you to shine! We'll watch you from the screen here. Lots of lucky lucks!" Nayeon beamed, gently wrapping her fingers around Yoongi's wrist and pulling him toward the stage.

Yohan offered a smile when Yoongi slowly walked towards the center of the stage.

"Stay calm, okay?" he softly whispered after he leaned closer towards their last virgin petal for the night, squeezing his hand before he let go and moved him toward the podium.

Yohan took a glance at Hwasa who was already resetting her laptop screen for their finale's bidding session, offering a smile when the woman nodded her head in approval.

"Okay, now, let's welcome Suga, our last beautiful virgin petal for tonight!" Yohan started the introduction, his right arm opened wide to show Yoongi, who was fidgeting on the stage.

The pale skinned boy didn't even look up, eyes fixed downwards to dig a hole into the black marble floor with his mind wondering at the moment, when did they decide on his nickname? - Suga.

"Have you planned on your nickname yet, Yoongi?" Ong gently asked, pouring him a glass of apple juice before he sat down beside Yoongi.

"N-nickname?" the boy frowned his face in confusion, observing the drink for a while before he took a small sip, eyes still glancing at Ong who was already looking at him.

The guy nodded his head with raised eyebrows, interlacing his fingers before he slouched forward to rest his elbows on his thighs.

"You need to have a nickname here, Yoongi. Mine is Ong. I'll tell you my real name when you work here for real. We can't reveal our real names here, Yoongi. So, have you thought about any nickname yet?"

The boy pouted, eyebrows knitted closer together. He tried to think of any ideas, trying to be a little bit creative so he won't end up with a lame nickname, before he slowly starts shaking his head.

"Baby! How about Baby?" Jennie suddenly beamed out of nowhere, jumping up and down in excitement while dragging Nayeon with her to enter the room specially prepared for The Sakura's virgin petals.

"We already have plenty named Baby in this club, Jennie," Nayeon explained while rolling her eyes, but soon she scrunched her nose to offer a smile the moment she saw the other girl was already pouting at her.

"Honey? How about Honey?" Nayeon offered her idea, taking Jennie's hand in hers to pull her toward the couch.

"Honey is also common, honey," Ong retorted with a little bit of sass, smirking when he saw the girl was scowling.

A thin line appeared in between Yoongi's brows, trying to comprehend what the others were talking about.

"S-so, we.. we should.. we should choose s-something catchy, r-right?" Yoongi suddenly asked, gaining the other three's attention on him.

"C-can.. Can we u-use.. Is it okay if we use Gloss?"

"Gloss? That's.. That's a bit flashy, Yoongi," Nayeon quickly replied, offering a small smile.

"Yeah. We.. We want.. something to represent you. Something that will portray you as angelic and innocent. Something that The Sakura's angels should be." Ong interjects, sipping his glass of red wine while taking a glance at Yoongi.

"Suga. Let's name him Suga," Wooshin who appeared out of nowhere suddenly spoke, making Yoongi slightly jump in his seat.

"Suga?" Nayeon asked with a raised eyebrow, pingponging her gaze towards the two men who were leaning against the wall.

"Yup. Suga. He's as white and as sweet as sugar. And everyone always craves for sweets, don't you think so?" Wooshin added, his lips slightly twitched upwards to form a smug smile.

"He smells sweet, and tastes sweet. I've never meet anyone who is this attractive, even for creatures like us," Vernon, for the first time spoke, eyes already fixed to look at Yoongi who was turning his head to look at him.

"Suga. We should ca ll him Suga, just like sugar but without the R. Trust me, people at the auction will be head over heels for this one. Like, wildly crazy for him," Vernon added, winking his eyes at the still gaping Yoongi.

"One hundred million won!" Yohan beamed, raising his arm to ask for another bidder, flashing his smile to the guests who were raising their numbers.

Yoongi blinked a few times, slightly shaking his head for the first time, raising his head to look at the crowd.

And at that specific moment, he heard loud gasps coming from the bidders, before the hall started to turn chaotic and crazy with people starting to raise their voices to make higher bids to own the beautiful boy who was timidly standing on the stage.

Jimin tensed in his seat from the private upper box inside the auction hall, eyes widened the moment he saw the boy's beautiful face who was standing on the stage.

He heard Jungkook silently mumble a word, fucking beautiful to be exact, while Beomgyu hummed, agreeing with the older hitman.

Fuck!

Hwasa really wasn't playing when she said that she scored big time with this one.

Prince chuckled, an lustful smirk played on his beautiful, plump lips.

What a great boy to fuck today.

He brushed his bottom lip with his index finger that was beautifully adorned with two silver rings.

Jimin was about to press his bidding button, fully aware that the bidding is already at two billion won, when suddenly a specific face he saw a week ago in that secluded alley flashed inside his mind.

"P-Prince hyung," Beomgyu whispered, eyes still trailing on Suga, before he twisted his neck to look at Jimin who sat frozen on his spot.

"T-this.. this is the one. The one we met last week in the alley!" the youngest hissed, pingponging his eyes between the fidgeting boy on the stage to his boss who was already pressing his bidding button.

"Three point five billion won from our guest via online!" Yohan yelled, looking at Yoongi with a huge smile before he turned his face to look at Hwasa who was trying to suppress her own smile.

"Prince?" Beomgyu called, face already frowning in confusion. He blinked at another raised hand from a bidder downstairs, a young man with a well tailored suit, offering three point six billion won to own the boy for the night, before he snapped his neck at the sound of tsk coming from his boss.

The same facial expression also plastered on Jungkook's face, confused at Prince's annoyance at the new bidding.

He knows very well that Jimin loves to win during the auction, especially if the virgin petal they offer is beautiful enough, but he never sees his boss this intent to make a new bid.

A phone call came, ringing loudly inside the bidding arena. Hwasa answered the phone call, talking in a hushed voice as the deal was made, before she whispered the new offer to Yohan who was already leaning his body closer to her.

"A new bidder just made an offer. Four billion won from the bidder via a phone call! Anyone want to make a higher offer?" Yohan beamed, voice echoing, filling the hall.

Jimin's eyes fixed on the boy, Youngjae, as he remembers the name correctly, running his wet pink tongue along his lower lip, before he pressed another offer.

Seems like I'm such a fucking lucky guy, as always.

We meet again, angel.

He smugly smirked the moment Yohan was yelling his offer to the public.

"Five billion won coming from a bidder via online!" the guy who was hosting the auction was now jumping excitedly, fully aware that none of the virgin petals in The Sakura had ever reached this price.

Hwasa on the other hand was biting her bright red lips, trying to stop the urge to pull up her shit eating grin, knowing so well who was making the offer.

She supressed herself to look at the specific box upstairs, not wanting to risk revealing Jimin to the other bidders.

Yoongi froze at the center of the stage, body heavily shaking and trembling as he realized that the price kept on going up, higher and higher.

It's was almost unbelievable and totally crazy,

how his virginity could cost five billion won right now.

What kind of crazy person spends that amount of money just to take away someone's virginity?!

Yoongi internally asked himself, before he turned his head the moment Yohan continued to talk.

"Five billion going once! Five billion going twice! Five billion going.. thrice! Congratulations to our bidder!"

Loud cheers roared inside the huge room, along with clapping and laughter filling the area, making Yoongi start to hyperventilate.

This has now become scary.

What he dreamed would be just like his worst nightmare is finally happening soon, probably minutes from now by an unknown bidder.

He feels his gastric juices start to build up inside his stomach, feeling it rise toward his esophagus.

It doesn't feel good now because he knows this is really happening and he feels like he wants to puke.

A soft hand comes to pat his shoulder, helping him to ignore the nauseous feeling he now has.

A pair of eyes, warm and excited meet with his scared ones.

It's Hwasa. The girl who he met once two days ago.

He knows by now that she's one of the most powerful people in the brothel.

Taking a deep breath, he tried his best to carefully listen to the words she spoke.

"Suga, I'm going to take you to your room. Don't worry. When it's all over I'll take care of you tomorrow, okay?" she gently offered, probably trying her best to soothe his anxiety right now.

Yoongi just weakly nodded, realizing the sole reason why he has to do this in the first place.

Mom and Hoseok..

I have to save them..

I have to do this..

This.. This will end probably faster than you think, Yoongi.

Just do it.

Do it for mom and Hoseok..

For our free, happy lives in future..

With a new determination flashing in his eyes, he firmly nodded his head once, before he obediently followed Hwasa toward the backstage.

Jimin was smiling wide, his widest smile ever in his life.

It's almost ridiculous how his smile reaches his eyes.

Jungkook and Beomgyu just kept quiet, glancing at each other before Jungkook decided to ask the question that was playing inside his head.

"Prince?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you just make that offer? The final one?" he carefully asked, eyes wide looking at Prince who already stood up from the black sofa.

"Yes, I did."

"Why?"

"For no specific reason."

Jungkook frowned, trying his best to understand what the guy was trying to propose based on the words he said.

"I-"

"You guys can choose to stay and have fun, or go and continue with our work at the office, and find the bastard who used my name to do his job. We'll meet tomorrow to discuss about the Kim's. I want to know what The Aphrodite is trying to do here."

As Jimin sternly gave them orders, he didn't even look at the hitmen, being too filled with anticipation as he walked toward the door.