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The intensity rises thickly in the space of the long hallway, not escaping through the hard walls even if they tried to create a hole through it. The time ticks anxiously by as the three males wait patiently outside the mahogany large double door - All of them standing up straight in confidence with Jungkook in front, the one who will do the talking, while Jimin and Karma stands slightly back.

Karma would do it if it wasn't for the attention and voice. They would figure it out in an instant that it's him the second he opens his mouth and most likely kill him or call the leader of Shadows. They have prepared three days for this, analyzing carefully how they would go about to deal with this mere pimp.

However, the slight nerves that this may turn out horribly wrong still lingers to the back of their minds.

"Are you sure you know what to say?" Karma asks the ravenette, who's surprisingly very calm as he waits for the door to swing open.

It's not like Karma doubts Jungkook's tongue when it comes to business, but he's more so cautious that they may get caught or that Jimin ran already his mouth like a little bitch and this is just a set up. At this point, Karma is ready to run out of bullets and use his knives scattered in different areas of his body to get out of here.

He just doesn't trust anyone so easily.

"Yeah, not hard making a business deal," Jungkook scoffs and holds the black briefcase tightly, "Just go in, state our price, and get out, simple."

If only it was that simple. Jimin is practically royalty here, so he's going to have to do a little more than just state his purpose and hope for the best.

Karma snickers and crosses his arms, "Maybe you need a little more experience."

"Is that fucking so?" Jungkook sneers and turns to face him, "Maybe you would like to do the honors to make this deal? Oh, right you can't because they will fucking shoot a bullet through your insensitive and dense he-"

The door swings open, making Jungkook whirl back around with a forced smile to come face to face with a man. Jungkook has seen various picture of this short male while doing his investigation on him. He may be a little rough around the edges with need for sexual attention and greed for money, but no doubt they can manage to convince him to let go of his precious treasure, perhaps with a bit more prodding.

The man in front of them is dressed in an ivory-colored suit with wide glasses stuck to the bridge of his greasy nose. Someone who prefers donuts as breakfast, lunch and dinner entrée, and that's not even a false claim.

This should be interesting.

"Well hello! You must be the businessmen Gold Kitten was flattering about!" Mr. Lee gleams, dark eyes instantly finding Jimin's train of gaze. As if he's been quietly summoned indirectly, the blonde male behind Jungkook moves past him and lets Mr. Lee roam his eyes over his body.

Karma places his own hands behind his back, squeezing tightly to stop himself from moving.

Jimin's only wearing a black lace robe, just bare below his ass cheeks with a red thong, being the perfect eye-catching tempter for any male or female, no matter of their sexual orientation. The two males now behind him had to fight back every urge to not cringe when Mr. Lee leans bites the sensitive skin on Jimin's neck roughly, forcing a flinch from Jimin - who forces a perfect smile as always through the pain.

"Gold Kitten always has had good businessmen come stepping through my doorstep, glorifying my ears with good deals," Mr. Lee mutters lustfully with intense eyes towards Jimin, slowly tearing his gaze from him and turns to the two, almost as if remembering they were there in the first place, "Well come in."

Jungkook and Karma steps inside the room and closes the door behind them. The room is small with the thick smell of cigars lingering the air, but nothing extravagant or new from what Karma has seen before. Mr. Lee sits on the chair behind his desk, patting his leg and instinctively made Jimin sit down with legs crossed; Creating a barrier if the man had an ulterior motive with his hands that both males in front of them won't be able to see from the other side.

Karma and Jungkook stare intently at Jimin as they sit down, making sure that he's okay - to which he gives a silent but stiff nod - before turning back to the man.

"So, what can I-"

"We want to buy Gold Kitten from your hands," Jungkook says instantly, not breaking a sweat, "Name your price, we'll pay it."

The man's fingers suddenly landed on Jimin's thigh from under the desk, making him instinctively tense up to the way he caresses his skin with the uttermost care.

As if he ever gave a shit.

"Is that so?" Mr. Lee drawls and turns to Jimin, "Do you want to leave me kitten? I've treated you so well."

"Hey buddy, up here," Karma snaps, making sure his voice is deeper behind the mask, causing the older man to lazily turn his head towards him, "Name your price."

Mr. Lee narrows his eyes and trails his fingers up Jimin's thigh, by now making him panic to start to rise up in his chest, "Sorry boys, he's not for sale. The best I could do for you is three days, other than that, my princess stays here. Shit, I don't even know your names in order to make any deals with you."

Karma is growing more and more relentless in his seat, especially by Jimin's sudden pale complexion every passing minute when they suddenly made eye contact.

There's no time.

They have to act fast.

Jungkook purses his lips, and taps the briefcase on his lap, "We can offer you a great amount of fortune, as much as you'd like, all you have to do is say the price. You don't even have to worry about the names, we like keeping our business out of the radar."

The greedy fingers have trailed up to Jimin's pelvis now, caressing him in a constant circular motion. Jimin's body jolts tightly when the hand grasps him entirely and his eyes darts to the gun on his pimp's waistband back to the hand rubbing him, letting the calculations run wild in his head. There's only five seconds to retreat the gun, three seconds to remove the safety and one second to take the shot.

Nine seconds to do it all perfectly.

However, he needs a distraction, a good one.

What better one than himself?

So, he places a hand over the tatted pimp's hand, making Mr. Lee turn towards him abruptly, almost as if he called out to him. Jimin smiles sickly sweet and rubs his hand, "You want to keep me for yourself, huh honey?"

Mr. Lee's eyes practically bulged wide open, "O-Of course, you're my favorite boy."

Jungkook and Karma watch intently the scene with a firm glare in their eyes, not expecting for Jimin to even talk at all throughout this whole negotiation but that's not the reason for their sudden bubbling rage.

They now see what the man is doing to Jimin from under the desk, especially since Jimin scooted farther back to him in order to give them that view.

"Is that so?" Jimin whispers lowly, leaning to his face and trailing a hand down his chest and over his stomach, "However, there's just one tiny problem master."

"W-What?"

And Jimin smile replaces into a sadistic smirk, "I already have two favorite boys," and that's when it all happened, all too fast that neither of them expected this from the condescending man. Jimin with sudden speed snags the handle of the gun, removes the safety and aims it to Mr. Lee's temple.

Without hesitation, he pulls the trigger.

And that's when time just blurred out and froze.

All Jimin could hear is the loud thumping of his heartbeat raging through his body, pulses racing and the warm liquid of blood staining his skin from the dead man slump down on the chair before his eyes - With a fucking hole digging through his skull from one side to the other.

A perfect shot that any killer would gawk at in amazement, probably even fuck themselves over.

The adrenaline nearly felt more deafening through Jimin's ears, not hearing Jungkook and Karma's voice calling out to him until reality zooms back like cold bricks against Jimin's body.

"Jimin!"

The smaller blinks numbly at the man and snaps his eyes towards Jungkook and then to Karma, who stares at him cautiously since he still has a gun in his grasp. Jimin didn't even give them the time to ask him anything more, he throws the gun indifferently on the desk and gets off the dead man.

"Give me what I asked for, we have to get out. Hurry up."

The two males remain awestruck for a moment but then Karma hauls the briefcase on the desk and opens it. He grabs the black slacks, silk button up shirt with dressed shoes that was inside before settling it neatly on the table. While Jimin gets dressed in the clothes and cleans himself of the blood, Jungkook hacks into the computer system of the pimp, letting his eyes scan over to the bank accounts and transfers it to Karma's account.

Meanwhile Karma collected all the weapons that's hidden around the room and piles it inside the empty briefcase and closes it shut.

Jungkook blocked any trace to Karma's account from their successful transaction and shuts the computer off.

Jimin tucks in the shirt under the pants and combs his hair to the side neatly before hair spraying it entirely black.

And just like that, he fit right in.

Especially with the laced mask, that only concealed most of his face from around his eyes.

"All done?" Karma asks calmly, both Jimin and Jungkook coming to his side. He nods at them and straightens his posture, "Alright, let's go."

And the three wash away any distracting emotions with collected postures and walks out of the room, leaving an empty bank account, no weapons, and a dead body behind.

Exiting the club without anyone being aware that they took their most valuable treasure with them as well.

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A/N:
And so the Vminkook story begins.

Let's see how they interact with each other....

Hopefully it won't be too messy aha aha

I PURPLE YOU! <333