The blonde haired man turned to us in his chair, all villain like, setting his hooded eyes past Jimin and unto me. "Y/N." He said simply, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs in a very sexually appeasing way. I gave a tight lipped smile in response, feeling quite out of place. Taehyung turned to Jimin and gave him a quick nod, "Back to work." He ordered, and the brunette gave a curt bow before disappearing out the door.

I watched as he left, wishing him to come back as the man in front of me was quite intimidating. In a stupid fanfiction way. "After extensive research into your background we discovered you have a few skills that are very convenient to us, as you may have already known." Taehyung spoke in the silence, and I whipped around my head to look at him, finding him now standing, leaning his hip against his desk. He continued, "You were surprisingly good at piloting a helicopter," - My eye twitched at just the word 'helicopter. Don't remind me. I moaned internally. "And sharpshooting." Who's gonna tell him. He paused for a second to look at me. "But there was also another skill you have." At that statement, I could hear Steve Carrell screaming "NOOOOOOO" in my head rent free as I tried to maintain my calm composure and not scream along with him.

Taehyungs eyebrows furrowed. "Apparently you are a black belt in Karate." What in the fucking Neo is this? Flying helicopters? Sharpshooting? Karate? The fuck Y/N? "U-Uh yeah. I'm a whole Bruce Lee." I laughed nervously and Taehyung gave me a perplexed look. "I believe Bruce Lee specialized in Kung Fu." He corrected.

"Oh."

Good Job, Briar.

"Anyway, I would like to test you on this ability." He informed me and I wanted to sink in my seat so far that it would sink through the floor and save me from this torture. He walked beside me and ushered for me to get up to stand in front of him. Getting up from the chair I laughed nervously. "So do you know Karate or something?" He nodded. "I require all my men to be skilled in at least one form of martial arts." He explained. "My father made me learn both Karate and Tae kwon do from a young age." He added.

Of course he's a pro. I groaned mentally. He gave me a blank look as he stood like a Sims character, beckoning for me to hit him. Before I could, however the options screen came up and time froze.

You have one choice.

1. Hit Taehyung

Once again, the option choice little screen thing was a useless piece of garbage. I gave a quick look around. Where the fuck was Yoongi? When I couldn't find him, I became skeptical. Was he giving me the cold shoulder because of what happened that morning? Dickhead.

I pressed the first option and time unfroze; A impatient looking Taehyung was watching me. Slowly, I put my hand in a 'mums about to smack your butt' sort of open hand style before sending a weird karate chop into his chest with an awkward "Kaya!" Totally offending everybody who had actually done martial arts, ever. What I didn't expect was Taehyung, as quick as a flash of lightning, to grab my wrist, pulling me around so that my back was to his chest as he twisted my arm around my back between us.

"That was awful." He said breathily in my ear. I gulped a massive lot of saliva down my throat. "I paid the teacher off?" I excused, laughing nervously. He hummed with a frown before releasing me. I rubbed my red wrist as I glared up at him. I should have done the Chinese burn on him instead. "Seeing how you're an expert in the other things, I'll let you go." He remarked, before continuing, "We have a new mission coming up tonight." He looked at me skeptically before continuing. "Someone on our hit list is going to be at a certain club tonight. He's highly susceptible to female charms, and although you're not very attractive, with a bit of makeup and fancy dress, you should do the trick."

"What trick? What do I need to do?" I asked, confused.

"Its simple," He explained, "All you need to do is seduce him. It's not too hard. Whisper a few things in his ear here and there, and you'll have him hook, line, and sinker. Then lead him up to a room. There you'll offer him a glass of wine. We'll make sure to give you a little something to put in there for him so he's not an issue. Then we'll do the rest. Easy." He clarified.

It was then that I remembered this part from the original fanfiction. So far this was the only part I could remember. Y/N was somehow (even though she was a virgin who had never done anything with a man) able to shake her booty a bit for this other mafia gang member guy to get a little too excited and they went to his room where she perfectly carried out spiking his drink and impressed Taehyung.

Aka the part where it was day one of their love quest of two days.

Once again, the choice option came up.

You have two choices. One choice may get you killed.

1. Reject

2. Accept

Wow finally a second option. I was tempted to press the first option, but I could already feel the wrath of Min Yoongi leering over me, so I pressed the second, much to my sadness.

Time unfroze and I let Taehyung know that I had accepted his offer. "Wonderful." He said in his villain like menacing voice. "I'll have Jimin arrange your clothing and make up for tonight. You'll meet Namjoon, Hoseok, and I at the front door at exactly 5pm."

And so it was then that I was practically told to get lost since he had business to do, and I spent the most of the day cooking and playing with Jin, who made me wish he was the male lead instead of Taehyung. But alas, at around 4pm, it was all over when Jimin came and I was dragged back up the stairs to Jin's room. He pointed to some clothes and shoes lying on the bed. "Pick one." He curtly instructed before walking out the door. Before I could make a choice, what could pop up in front of my eyes like a 'beautiful Asian girls in your area' ad except my choice option screen thing?

Clothes Jimin picked for you

"No, No, and hell no." I said, dying inside at the look of each outfit. "Does Jimin think we're going to Tinkerbells masquerade party or something?"

I was relieved when I found a custom option. Pressing it, I thought aloud, "We're going to the club and I need to look like a hot hoe." Immediately, I felt a tinkle around my body as my clothes had been changed. Looking across from me, in the mirror, I liked what I saw.

I was dressed in a black silk slip dress with a V-neck which complimented my non-existent boobs tremendously, and although I was usually insecure about my little pouchy gut when wearing these dresses, this dress seemed like it complimented my curves and hugged my stomach in a non-intrusive way. I also sported some gold hoop earrings, a gold necklace tight enough to be a choker, and some black heels. My dark hair had been done into loose curls that cascaded down my back, and the nude lip stick matched my outfit perfectly.

The outfit was simple, but quite amazing, and I was unsure I had ever looked this good in my life.

Confident enough in my usually insecure self, I made my way downstairs, ready to kiss up some ugly mafia guy ass. The first person I was to engage in eye contact at the bottom of the stairs was Jimin, who sat there, his jaw practically fallen off his face. "W-What did you do with the clothes I gave you?!" He stuttered. "Where d-did you even get that?"

That was a good question. "I found it." I said simply, sweating and hoping he wouldn't say anything back, as I could tell he was going to, before a mesmerized Jin stepped in. "Oh my gosh, Y/N, ya know if you ever want to-" He said lustfully before he was interrupted by a loud sound of someone clearing their throat.

Taehyung had made his way into the room, his blonde hair swept back from his forehead; clad up in a suit that made him look like a snack. His eyes were practically glued to me, trailing from my curled hair to the very tips of my shoes and back up to my eyes before he quickly made his way to the door, hastily leaving us as a barely visible pink hue beginning to show on the tips of his ears.

"What's up with the boss today?" Jin asked, quizzically as he watched the man flee. He didn't get an answer before he ordered Jimin to find Hoseok and Namjoon. Before Jimin left he gave me one last suspicious glare, brushing past me up the stairs as he left. Jin rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about Jimin, he has girl issues." He assured me before grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles softly. "You look absolutely stunning, by the way." He licked his lips and looked into my eyes. "I wish I was the target now, to be honest, because you've already succeeded in seducing me." He purred smoothly, and I could feel butterflies playing tag in my stomach.

I had second male lead syndrome and boy was I relishing in it.

A/N: Thats right guys, an update. Thank you to everyone who has actually voted and read this story. You mean a lot to me:) Weirdly enough, this is literally my most hated story out of all my stories. I would say Stay at Home is the most liked. Most of this book feels like its super rushed and yeah, just seems like crap. Also I think my next book is gonna be a Jin ff because I be feeling somethings for that man lately.

Like he can do everything: Cook, clean, look handsome, be kind, funny....*Sighs* Hes just amazing.

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