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Warning: The following chapter contains an attempt at rape. If you are not comfortable with such content, please scroll down until you see ***, which will indicate that the above stated content is over.

"P-please, Sir."

"Please what, kitten? You want me? I can give you so much more than that bitchy master you have can. Why not leave him and come with me?" He starts to suck on Yoongi's neck and Yoongi furiously tries to push him off to no avail. "Oh, kitten, don't be like that. I know you want me." Changhyun flips Yoongi over so that his front is on the wall. Having pinned Yoongi to the wall with his body, Changhyun unties the silk collar from his neck and uses it to tie his arms behind his back. He then attacks Yoongi's neck again, this time harshly nipping at it. Yoongi does his best to contain his moans.

"You like that, don't you, kitten?" Yoongi shakes his head and tries to get him to stop again.

"P-please, no." Changhyun ignores Yoongi and continues with his activities.

After a moment, he pulls away to see a bruise forming on the boy's pale skin. Smirking in satisfaction, Changhyun grips the back of Yoongi's shirt, flips him, and pushes him onto the nearest sofa. Yoongi hits the rough material of the sofa with a soft thud. Changhyun walks around the side of the sofa and comes to rest sitting atop Yoongi's abdomen, bent over with his thighs hugging Yoongi's sides and his hands pressing into the space beside Yoongi's head.

"Such a pretty little kitten." Changhyun reaches down and rips open Yoongi's shirt, leaving his pale chest and stomach open and exposed for Changhyun to delve in. He holds a hand to Yoongi's neck, just as Jimin did earlier but with a softer touch, to keep the boy from moving. With his free hand, Changhyun lets his fingers softly drift over Yoongi's exposed skin, making him shudder.

Changhyun's fingers draw soft shapes into Yoongi's stomach and makes circles around his nipples. After a moment, his fingers drift away and dare to travel lower. Changhyun adjusts his position so that Yoongi's legs are slightly spread apart. Yoongi stiffens as Changhyun's hand glides over his inner thighs, coming dangerously close to his manhood.

"S-sir." This time, Yoongi is not ignored.

Just as Jimin did earlier, Changhyun slaps Yoongi across the cheek, a second red handprint coming to form over the one Jimin made earlier.

"Did I say you could talk, kitten?"

"N-no, sir."

"Then why are you talking?"

"I-I'm sorry, S-Sir." Changhyun slaps him again.

"Just shut up, you little bitch." Yoongi remains quiet.

"Good. Now, let us continue, shall we?" Yoongi says nothing, nor does he make any movement of acknowledgment.

"You know, it's rude to ignore people." Changhyun then leans down and bites furiously at one of Yoongi's nipples, causing the man to gasp and arch his back. Changhyun's tongue licks at the abused nipple and Yoongi can no longer hold in his moans.

Changhyun smirks.

"You like that, don't you, kitten?" he repeats. This time, not even a simple shake of the head is given from Yoongi.

Angered by Yoongi's lack of reaction, Changhyun attacks Yoongi's lips and furiously kisses him, easily gaining dominance as his hand removes itself from Yoongi's neck. Changhyun repositions himself once again so that he can support himself without his hands, which have drifted down and begun to unbuckled Yoongi's belt.

Meanwhile, Yoongi has, without Changhyun noticing, sent Jimin his location from a small device attached to the back of his pants. Down on the main floor of the club, Jimin checks his phone after feeling the vibration signifying a text. He sees Yoongi's position and smirks, knowing where he is. He puts his phone down, unbothered, and apologizes to the people trying to strike up conversation around him.

"I'm sorry, but I really must be going. It seems that my pet has gotten into some trouble with Mr. Lee." Immediately, offers of accompaniment ring out from multiple people. Jimin waves them all off and proceed to make his way to Changhyun's office.

Back in the office, Changhyun has just unbuckled Yoongi's pants and is starting to pull down to tight fabric. Yoongi squirms where he lays as Changhyun continues to abuse his mouth. After feeling a soft vibration signifying that Jimin's on his way on his back, Yoongi makes his move.

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Putting as much force as he can into his motion, Yoongi lifts up one of his legs and knees Changhyun square in his manhood. Changhyun falls over and off the sofa, groaning and massaging the throb in his lower pelvis. Yoongi lifts his legs up and brings his arms out from behind his back and over his legs. Once his arms are before him, he unties the silk fabric around his wrists and tosses it to the side. After standing and shrugging off his destroyed shirt, Yoongi buckles his pants, picks up his belt, and puts it on again. He looks down at Changhyun in disdain.

As Jimin did to him in the club lobby, Yoongi steps a foot on Changhyun's chest and leans down.

"Kitten, huh? Funny. That's something quite a lot of people have called me before. I hate to break it to you, but, newsflash!" he leans down so that his mouth is right above Changhyun's ear. Changhyun shivers from the hot breath.

"I'm a tiger."

In the next moment, multiple things happen.

A, Yoongi whips out a knife from his back pocket and stabs it straight into the man's heart.

B, Changhyun screams and falls limp, lifeless.

C, Jimin opens the door, whistling, just in time to witness it all.

Yoongi whips his head up to look at Jimin when he hears the man clapping.

"Well done, Yoongi." He scans Yoongi's bare chest and lets out a low whistle. "I mean, at least his last sight was of your gorgeous bod." Yoongi scowls and stands.

"Shut up. I had to do all the hard work while you were downstairs fraternizing and grabbing drinks." Jimin shrugs and tosses Yoongi a small bottle of gasoline.

"Can't go wrong with that. Seriously though. It took you that long to take out him?" Yoongi scowls again as he pours a ring of gasoline over the office. He takes Changhyun's dead body, props it against a sofa, plucks his knife out of its chest, and dumps the rest of the gasoline on the body. He holds his hand out and Jimin passes him a lighter.

"I haven't taken up a contract in five years, idiot. Besides, I bet it would take you longer. I'm the one that does all of the field work." Jimin shrugs again and Yoongi sets fire to Changhyun's body. The two stare at the flames for a moment before they decide they need to get going.

With the bloody knife that was used to kill Changhyun, Yoongi carves a large but intricate A onto the floor beside Changhyun's body. He passes the knife to Jimin and he does the same, except instead of an A, Jimin draws a C. The two stand back and admire their work for a moment.

With one last satisfied nod, the duo jumps out of the window, not before Yoongi tosses the lighter to one of the gasoline-soaked patches and the room bursts into beautiful fiery flames.

The office was on only the third story, so their survival of the fall is no great feat. Jimin shrugs off his suit jacket and hands it to Yoongi, who accepts is gratefully. They walk away from the scene and are as good as gone before even the first fire alarm is set off in the club.

"Man, I've forgotten how awesome the thrill of a contract feels."

"You sure you're not just aroused by what you and Lee were doing?"

"Shuddup, bitch."

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A long chapter for you guys after a short chapter 20. >^<

Chapter 20 word count: 505

Chapter 21 word count: 1283

Thank you to my new collaborator, @Wendellynebenjamin, for feeding me brilliant ideas for this chapter and new ones to follow. <33333333333333333333333333333333333333333333333332