{Two hours before you.}

A large smile made it's way to Park Jimin's face as he sat across from the man he had come here to see...

Mr. Chang sat with his legs crossed in a cocky manner, his eyes focused on the numerous women that were currently dancing on the stage and dangling off the poles. Chang licked his lips lustfully as he watched them, taking a swing of the whiskey that was in the glass in front of him.

Jimin resisted the urge to roll his eyes, his hands intertwining together as he leaned forward.

"Mr. Chang." Jimin's steady voice grasped the older man's attention, a smug smile making its way onto his features.

"Park." He smiled widely. "I'm so pleased that you agreed to meet me here on such short notice."

Jimin sat back in his chair, running a hand through his raven-colored locks, his dark eyes fixated on the man before him.

"Well, you didn't exactly give me much of a choice, did you?"

Chang smirked, raising his glass to his lips once again.

"Sorry about that," He chuckled. "You know how business is."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, adjusting his diamond cuff links.

"Right." He ground out. "Business."

The older man turned his body back to face the dancers on the stage, completely ignoring Jimin's presence.

The black-haired gangster forced himself to take a deep breath.

A few more minutes.

A few more minutes and he could finally kill him.

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{ One hour and forty-five minutes before you.}

Namjoon let out a contented hum as his eyes took in the grand decor of the place in which he now sat.

It was elegant, and clean..it reminded him more of a palace than a strip club, not that he minded, he quite enjoyed being pampered when the occasion called for it...and with the night he's had to far...it definitely called for it.

After his little spat with his former whore, he needed something to take his mind off of his anger...watching half naked women dance would probably help...besides..he needed a new slut now and this was the perfect place to find one.

He bit his lip as he watched the stage from his table in the VIP section.

This was going to be an interesting night.

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{One hour and thirty minutes before you.}

"Find him and kill him."

Seokjin's voice was deep and breathy as he spoke to his men who followed closely behind him, pistols hiding in each one of their black suit coats.

Jin came prepared for battle.

He wasn't going to let his brother leave alive.

Not this time.

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{One hour and fifteen minutes before you.}

Kim Taehyung stared at his older brother from afar off, his kelly green eyes watching Jin's every move from the booth he sat in.

Taehyung had to resist the urge to shoot his brother then and there, as he had promised Jungkook that he wouldn't cause any trouble until the younger male had a chance to land a girl for the night..

Taehyung always kept his promises.

The younger Kim sibling was smarter than Jin.

He picked the perfect spot to conceal himself from his brother, at least until he wanted him to see him...

When the timing was right..he would emerge from the shadows and kill Kim Seokjin.

And he wouldn't even think twice about it.

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{One hour before you.}

Yoongi's chest heaved in anger as he pushed his way through the large crowds of people, occasionally flashing his gun if someone would talk to him or try to distract him from his course of action.

He was on a war path.

The young assassin was determined to find the scumbag who tried to force you to strip.

He was angry-livid. Whoever thought about getting you up on that stage with the rest of those attention-seeking sluts was going to pay.

Hopefully, no one would give him any problems.

If they did...

Well, let's just say that Yoongi wouldn't mind putting them in their place.

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{Forty-five minutes before you.}

Hoseok sighed heavily as he stared at the man before him, his hand running through his red locks.

"What?" He spat, closing his eyes in frustration.

The man in front of him swallowed hard before repeating himself.

"One of the employees claimed to have seen Min Yoongi entering the club, sir."

Hoseok let out an annoyed growl, pulling on his fiery hair.

"Was he carrying a weapon?"

The man nodded.

"A pistol, sir."

The red-head slammed his hands down on his desk angrily, jumping to his feet.

"Find him and bring him to me." He spat. "I'm not going to let him go shooting anyone in my club."

His guard nodded his head once again before exiting the room.

Well... there was a trained assassin on the premises

What could possibly go wrong?

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{Thirty minutes before you.}

A silent huff left Jungkook's lips as he plopped down beside his close friend, a glass of vodka resting comfortably in his hand.

"You're late." Taehyung spat annoyed, his green eyes staring at his brother who stood on the other side of the room.

Jungkook shrugged his shoulders.

"Sorry." He popped. "I just needed a drink."

Taehyung rolled his eyes, hands tapping against the material of his black slacks.

"I can't wait to put a bullet into his skull."

A chuckle sounded from the silver-haired man beside him, his hand moving to rest of Taehyung's shoulders.

"Relax man." Jungkook said. "You have all night to kill him, but for now..let's just enjoy the show."

Taehyung nodded, moving his gaze onto the stage, his body still tense.

Jungkook laughed, shaking his head at his friends childish actions.

He also turned to watch the dancers, but a flash of blue caught his attention briefly.

The silver-haired man t snapped his eyes to find the source of the odd color, but when he saw nothing, he merely shrugged his shoulders.

His mind must have been playing tricks on him.

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A loud laugh left your lips as you dashed through the VIP section, your legs carrying you as fast as they could away from your worried best friend who was currently chasing after you.

Once you felt like it was safe, you pulled down the hem of your blue dress and fluffed your hair, a large smile presenting itself on your features as you walked towards the bar-

Actually...it was more like stumbling.

You see, you had already had more than a few drinks. Your employee badge got you a big discount off the booze and you may have taken advantage of that.

But who could blame you?

You were just here to have fun and party.

But, of course, Ruthie wanted to ruin that.

The two of you were having a great time, until about thirty minutes ago when Ruthie swore that she saw a man with blue hair carrying a gun.

You laughed in her face, telling her it was just her over-active imagination, but she was relentless. She wanted to go home...

But you were only beginning to have fun.

You walked her to the employee exit and gave her cash for a cab back to the apartment, but she demanded that you come with her, saying that it was too dangerous for you to be in a place like this all alone.

You shook her off and bolted back for the door..and that's how you ended up here.

Back at the bar with another drink in your hand.

You usually weren't much for alcohol, you always said that it was dangerous and would rot your liver, but tonight was different.

You were hurt and you were angry.

Working at "Wings" wasn't perfect. You were constantly hit on and groped, but it paid great and you managed to put yourself through college with this job..

How were you going to do that now?

You had poured your heart and soul into working here, and you never even got so much as a thank you, but you decline an offer to take your clothes off and your fired like you never even mattered?

You were frustrated.

They had absolutely no right to fire you! You were a hard worker and you were a great bartender, but because you chose to keep your clothes on they tossed you like week-old garbage.

Your hazed eyes slowly moved to look at the now empty stage that numerous dancers had occupied only moments ago. You assumed it was their break now.

A drunken smile plastered it's way onto your face as an idea popped into your clouded mind.

"They want a stripper?" You whispered to yourself, wobbling to your feet. "I'll give them a stripper."

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"Mr. Chang." Jimin ground out, annoyed at the lack of attention he was receiving. "We came here to discuss business, but all you are doing is drinking yourself into a stupor."

The older man finally turned to face him, an arrogant glint in his eyes.

The music had died down since the dancers were now off the stage, which meant that now Jimin would not be forced to yell over the loud booming sound of the bass.

"Mr. Park," Chang beamed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you weren't having any fun."

"Fun?" Jimin growled. "You think sitting here trying to get your attention for two hours is fun?!"

Mr. Chang shrugged.

"By the tone of your voice, I'd guess..no?"

That was it.

The last thread of Park Jimin's patience.

Without another word, Jimin's hand found the handle of his pistol that was concealed in the waist band if his slack, his hands pointing the weapon directly at the drunken man before him.

Chang's eyes widened in terror, his hands raising in surrender instantly as he stared down the barrel of the gun.

"I've been waiting all night to do this."

Jimin pulled back the hammer of the gun, his finger beginning to squeeze the trig-

The loud sound of the pounding bass suddenly filled his ears again, causing him to groan, his brows still furrowed in anger.

The show wasn't supposed to begin again for another ten minutes.

With a loud growl, he moved his dark eyes to the stage, wanting to give a death glare to whatever slut had just ruined his moment-

His breath hitched in his throat the instant his gaze fell onto her.

She was beautiful.

Park Jimin couldn't take his eyes off of the stranger that sway back and forth on the stage, her body moving seductively.

She wasn't dressed like any of the other girls he had seen so far.

She wore a simple, blue cocktail dress that hugged her curves just enough to leave his imagination wondering. Her hair fell in loose waves that framed her face. Her bright eyes sparkled underneath the numerous spotlights that shone down on her.

Jimin had been here for two hours.

He had watched every single woman that had gone on that stage,

But this one was the only one that caught his attention...She was graceful and she was..sexy.

Swallowing hard, Jimin tore his gaze away from her and back to the man in front of him.

"Who is that?!" Jimin barked, nodding his head towards the woman on the stage.

Mr. Chang's eyes widened at the odd question.

"Who is she?!" Jimin repeated, shoving the gun to his temple.

"I-I don't know!" Change pleaded. "But-But I can find out. Just-Just let me go and I'll find out!"

Jimin hesitated for a brief moment, considering his options before he moved his gaze back to her, watching as she giggled to herself.

The sound of her laughter was enough to confirm Jimin's decision.

He wanted to be the reason she laughed.

The dark-eyed man removed his gun from Chang's temple, causing the older man to sigh in relief.

"You find out who she is." Jimin said, moving his gaze back to her. "And when you do,

bring her to me."

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Kim Namjoon sat straight up in his chair, his posture suddenly becoming perfect as he watched the strange woman begin to dance on the shining stage.

His eyes raked over her body from head to toe, taking in her shapely curves and thick eyelashes.

He couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of the delicious creature in front of him.

She looked so pure and innocent even though her body moved so seductively....it made him crave her even more.

He was honestly beginning to loose hope.

He had seen girl after girl on that stage and he decided that none of them were worth his precious time...but her? Dear god, she was perfect.

"Damon." Namjoon's deep voice called out for his head guard.

The black-haired man approached Namjoon, nodding his head.

"Sir?"

Namjoon motioned towards the stage, his eyes never once leaving her.

"I want her."

Those three words were all Damon needed to hear. He instantly shot into action, gathering up a small group of men and leaving Namjoon alone in the VIP booth.

Namjoon couldn't stop himself from smirking.

"Looks like I've found my new toy."

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"You still haven't found him!?" Seokjin roared, his anger peaking as he pulled at his purple locks. "We've been searching forever. How dense are you!? He had to be here! Find hi-"

His words were cut off as loud music began to plat all around him.

Kim Seokjin let out an angry yell before turning to eye the stage.

"Wow."

His voice came out breathless and raspy, his eyes softening instantly as they landed upon the woman-the goddess that just walked onto the stage in front of him.

His heart began to beat rapidly as he watched her body move fluidly, the spotlights shining down on her and making her appear even more angelic.

In that moment, all thoughts of his brother faded away, his mind slowly filling with numerous ways he could spoil her and make her his.

Dear god, this woman was breathtaking.

Screw Taehyung. She was his main priority now.

Jin turned to the man he had previously been yelling at, a love-struck smile now present on his features.

"Get her."

The guard nodded his head, instantly darting off in an unknown direction.

Seokjin was totally unaware of the two star-struck men that stood only a few yards away, one of which held a gun that was previously trained on the back of Jin's head.

Taehyung had grown tired of waiting and was ready to finally finish his brother, but the second the music started playing, all of his attention was focused solely on her, the angel who now sway back and forth on the stage.

Taehyung's mouth watered at the sight of her, his hands loosening around the gun he held, all thoughts of killing Jin now pushed aside.

"Oh my god."

Those were the only words Taehyung's mind could form at that moment, this woman had left him speechless...which was very uncommon.

Meanwhile, Jungkook's eyes darkened over in lust, his tongue darting out to wet his suddenly dry lips as his eyes watched her dance and move so effortlessly.

It was like she was born to dance like this..Like she was born to dance for him.

At the beginning of the night, Jungkook was content to leave the club with the first woman he could get his hands on...but now?

Now he got sick just thinking about being with anyone other than the beautiful creature before him.

He wanted her.

And he was going to get her.

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"Now, Yoongi-"

Hoseok's words were cut off instantly by the blue-haired man.

"Yoongi" nothing, Jung!" He roared. "One of your men disrespected her and I'm going to find out who it is and I'm going to kill him!"

Hoseok sighed heavily.

"Why don't you just tell me her name and I can ask around?"

Yoongi shook his head fervently, cocking his gun.

"I'm not going to risk her safety by giving her name to you."

The red-head frowned.

"I won't hurt her." He stated. "It's not like I even care about-"

Both men's heads snapped towards the stage at the sound of loud music that suddenly filled their ears.

"What are they doing?" Hoseok spat. "The next show isn't for another ten minutes!"

Angry and frustrated, Hoseok turned to march towards the stage, only to be stopped in his tracks by the familiar woman that filled his vision.

Holy mother of all things good.

His chest heaved and his eyes widened as his gaze trailed down your legs.

He knew she would be a great stripper.

Hoseok subconsciously took a step forward, fists clenching at his sides as he bit his lip gaze darkening.

Yoongi was stunned for a few moments, his heart rate increasing substantially.

He never thought he would see the day when you would get up on a stage and dance so...seductively.

It was like you had put him in a trance with your movements. He couldn't look away-not that he wanted to.

A sudden flash of movement, caused Yoongi's gaze to tear away from your body, his hazel eyes widening instantly at the sight.

Numerous men marched towards the stage on both sides. He recognized some of them as Kim Namjoon's men and some as Kim Seokjin's...They all shoved their way through the crowds mercilessly.

Under normal conditions, Yoongi wouldn't get involved in gang matters like this, but when his eyes met Kim Namjoon's..he knew exactly what was happening.

Namjoon wanted you...

And Yoongi was certain that Kim Namjoon wasn't the only one.

A/N,

I know it was long and kinda boring, but I really hoped you liked it!

I hope you're not confused. I tried to make everything connect easily.

This is by far the longest chapter in this book, but I had fun writing it.

Bye babies!!

-Max