It wasn't long before I was in the gang's silver Cherokee jeep, sandwiched between Hoseok and Namjoon while Tae and Jin, who was driving, whispered quietly about my clothing choice as if they thought I couldn't hear. "Jin, I asked for her to seduce one guy, not all of them." Taehyung leaned over his arm rest to hiss quietly at the brunette man beside him.

I could see Jin roll his eyes in the review mirror. "What are you talking about, Boss? She looks great." He insisted. "It's not going to be great when she's got the attention of every man there." Tae remarked, frustrated. "That's why I chose Jimin to get her clothes. He was meant to pick out cute, innocent clothes. Not raunchy dresses that s-show off her f-figure." He looked back at me with a scowl before turning to Jin again.

"She's going to distract everybody there!" He quietly complained.

Although I was offended at the man's complaints, I knew, from previous wattpad reading that he was acting like this because he was interested in me, and not to be a Jin, but I felt a surge of pride. I guessed that Jin picked up on the Taehyung's behaviour as well as he giggled from his seat in the front.

"You mean you'll get distracted?" He scoffed, jokingly. He hit the nail on the head. "N-no!" Taehyung insisted, and Jin gave him a smirk. "Are you sure? Because I think you're blushing right now."

"I am not!" The blonde man hissed back.

"Are to."

"Am not!"

"Are to." Jin laughed back. Suddenly Taehyung quickly grabbed out his gun and pushed the cold metal against Jin's head, his teeth gritting against each other. "The conversation has ENDED. Shut up or I'll shoot." He growled. Jin laughed again, as if holding someone at gun point was normal. "Whatever you say, boss." He grinned, the playfulness still twinkling in his eyes. He then looked up at me through the review mirror though. "But my oh my is Miss Y/N looking lovely tonight." He said wistfully, and I could see the blonde man seethe in anger.

"Ya know, Y/N, after this mission, maybe we can do a little math. Me plus you, minus that dress." He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows. Taehyung shot him a burning death glare while Namjoon groaned from beside me. "Jin, that was the worse pickup line, for fucks sakes, man."

"Love you too, Namjoon." Jin called. "The girl's don't love you though."

"What are you even talking about?! Girls adore me." Namjoon huffed arrogantly.

Feeling tired of the conversation between the two men, I looked over beside me and found Hoseok, with a concentrated face, shuffling cards from one of his hands and making them disappear as the fell on the other. "Wow, how do you do that?" I asked, and he grinned as he looked over at me. "A magician can never reveal his secrets." He teased, before his expression became sultry and he leaned forward to whisper in my ear. "But feel free to swing past my room sometime and I'll show you some other secrets." He whispered raspily, and I felt my face heat up. I felt his cold fingers brush behind my ear before he sat back again, holding a single red rose between his fingers. "Found this behind those beautiful little fairy ears of yours." He said, handing me the rose. It had come out of nowhere, but, of course, he was going to say it came from behind my ear.

I sat there, red in the face for the rest of the trip because of this man.

Hoseok is sunshine, everyone said.

Hoseok is so sweet, everyone said.

Hoseok is so innocent, everyone said.

No. Hoseok is an evil {very sexy man} in a sun costume. At least this version of him was.

Finally Jin parked up beside the entrance to the massive high-class neon lit club, exiting the car and giving his keys over to a staff member to park elsewhere. Taehyung stomped his way out of the car, and Hoseok got out and lit himself a cigarette, leaving me and Namjoon in the car. The blonde man swiftly slid out of the backseat of the car and reached out for my hand to help me out, a pearly dimpled smile on his face. I gave him a small smile as my face heated up and I accepted his outstretched hand, allowing him to help me out of the car.

Namjoon ushered me over to the entrance, where the rest of the members had gone in before us, where we were met with the bouncer. The big muscular man, who looked between his forties and fifties, gave Namjoon a nod and allowed him through without any hesitation. As soon as we entered, I could smell the sweat and mixed perfume. The lights were flashing all around us in different colours; the surroundings dark and seedy as people were brushing up against each other on the dance floor, others drinking and smoking by the tables.

Namjoon escorted me over to a table, and sat me down. It was little over a second before three women approached him. One of them, a blonde, model looking girl, sultrily sauntered her way into his personal space, right up in his face, trailing her manicured finger along the opening of his shirt along his exposed collar bone. I felt slightly insecure now, looking at her Paris Hilton wannabe look, matching perfectly with the man who had just escorted me inside. "Look at this specimen." She purred, her hooded eyes peering into his. "Whatchya say we get to know each other?" Contrary to how I thought he would react, Namjoon shook his head with a disgusted sneer, pinching her finger between his as he pulled it away from his chest. "Fuck off." He spat into her face, causing it to twist into a scowl.

"Dickhead." She muttered before walking away, her friends trailing behind her.

He gave a snigger before turning to me again. "Why didn't you go with her? She was quite pretty." I asked, confused as to why a man as handsome as this man would not want to be with a woman as pretty as her. He shrugged. "Can't deny that she's pretty," he started as I watched him pull out a chair beside me, sitting down. "But I've been with girls like her before. Clingy, daddy issues, cheat a lot; think that just because they're pretty they can get away with it." He said in an indifferent manner. "And no judgements; we all have our issues, but therapy would be more productive than sleeping around to erase their issues." He added.

"That sounds rich coming from you." I scoffed. He looked surprised for a moment, but the surprise turned into an amused snort. "I suppose so, but anyway," He grabbed something out of the pocket of his suit before handing it to me. It was a small packet with some white powdery substance in it. "This is the sleeping powder. You pour it into Big Pap's drink when you get him into a room." He explained, and pointed over to a man, about fifty or so, barely visible in the darkness, sitting on a couch around a table with other men. "That's Big Pap. Just wander over to him and talk to him. He'll be entranced by you within a second." He instructed.

"Ok." Was the only thing I said as I got up from my chair, planning to make my way over to the man. "Wait a sec." Namjoon curtly said before he grasped my arm and pulled me down to be face to face with him. I didn't have time to think before he gave me a quick peck and let me go. I looked at him in shock and confusion, but he gave me no other emotion besides a wink. "A good luck kiss."

A/N: Double update:))))) Love to all the readers out there