Canorous | BTS ff (Alternate Universe) [Sequel]

Sin City

Downtown Seoul, Wings. 03:15 AM.

Despite the silent alleys and vacant streets the city of Seoul wasn't one deemed to fall asleep.

A man of everyday hustle led a simple life. He worked hard through the day only to return home and help himself with a meal that he earned through his blood, sweat and tears.

There were many others like him, people who were bound by the strict corporate schedule.

These people were familiar with the surface world, or perhaps they tried their hardest to remain unaware of the co-existing third world.

A world that was filled with nothing, but empty promises, corrupted souls and greedy good doers.

The other side of Seoul was dangerous. Here, there were no censored curses, there were no honorifics and there was no humanity. It was pure business. Even if there was blood, it was still, business.

Apart from those who dreamt under a sky full of stars, there were others for whom sundown meant an opportunity to cave in to their desires.

And Wings was just the right place.

The city's only exclusive Elite Strip Club where neither rules nor any law could forbid the chaos from running wild.

While the building gave an impression of an earnest motel in reality, it was a paradise for lust.

Behind the modest french doorway the interior of the club led its guests through a dim passage. With RGB lights beaming over the mob of people, some pushed past the swarm while the others chugged down their cocktails.

The air was intoxicated with salacious pheromones. A crowd of sweaty bodies grinding into each other, hands brushing, muffled whispers promising a filthy and a messy hook up.

The VIP section offered its visitors their own personal show, however Yoongi wasn't much interested in the beautiful woman prancing around the pole in the middle of the room. His sprawl was nonchalant, fingers occasionally drumming over the old fashioned glass.

"Come in," The silver haired grunted.

A taller man dressed in a monochromatic black strode inside the room. Staring blatantly at the broad expanse of the bodyguard's uniformed back, the female licked her lips as she twirled down the metallic pole.

There was no doubt that she was immensely attracted to both of the handsome men in front of her, but a more practical part of her conscience knew that the young heir was off limits.

She gaped in silence at the wordless communication between the two as the raven head gave a curt nod to the older. It didn't help her raging hormones when the latter turned his feline gaze in her direction and chugged down his leftover negroni.

She felt her cheeks flush under his intense stare, Yoongi raised an amused brow at the fumbling brunette. He could see the wheels turning in her small head and if not that, the unconscious clench of her bare thighs gave away the reason behind her uncoordinated steps.

"Kill him." Yoongi's voice came out rather calmly. With that being said the second eldest of the seven stood up to grab his coat, his posture was abnormally casual, almost bored and the sight was unsettling.

A lazy smirk found its way on his face as he watched the young ecdysiast freeze in terror. It was all too amusing for him, the way her eyes widened at his words and the way her lips parted in a gasp when a battered man was pushed inside the room. His face was blotchy with tears, snot and blood running down his nostrils.

Unlike the rest of his brothers, Min Yoongi was a sadist.

He always enjoyed a bit of playfighting. He liked to be in control. No matter what the situation might turn out to be, he made sure that he always had an upper hand.