𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐒

19; 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙮

warning: prostitution (IWEJJDNSIA IM SORRY)

"ready, bitch?" minghao asks, crossing his arms as he watched vernon test out the twin guns. "if something goes wrong, retreat immediately. 'kay? don't lose your camera."

"yes." vernon replied, placing the guns in their respective straps. he makes his hair messier, rolling his shoulders after to warm up a little. "i can do it."

"i mean, if you're not confident about it, we can ask joshua hyung to do it since he can speak fluently in english too. but no, you're way more suitable for this since joshua hyung is married." minghao says, dusting invisible dust away from vernon's 'sugar daddy' suit. "jihoon?"

"alright. just hold my hand and close your eyes." jihoon says, standing up from a stool. "ready?"

vernon nodded, grasping jihoon's hand. everyone else watched, on the edge of their seats. they knew this particular mission won't be fast, making the others even more anxious. who knows what could happen?

anywho, vernon wasn't very anxious as much as the others were. he was in strip clubs a lot, most of them involving prostitution since pledis mafia's boss has, well, an increased libido. back then, after successful missions, he's going to be dragged in a strip club with other mafiosos to celebrate.

jihoon used his insane speed to drop vernon in front of the strip club that was involved in vernon's mission. after, jihoon ran back in the building of pyxis, watching vernon's live body camera footage with the others.

"i haven't killed anyone in a while! i'll test it out on these guards if i still have my magic." vernon mumbles, taking a deep breath as he headed towards the entrance.

even if they wanted to, not all of them could go inside the strip club. it was exclusive for 'vip' customers only, and vernon was a known hotelier in los angeles. he'd get in easily; yep, so does some of the other seventeen members—but vernon could speak english very good, and sending joshua in a strip club would result to setting a crazy yandere loose(yes, that's jeonghan).

"shua-hyung?" vernon pressed into his earpiece.

"understood." joshua types away into a computer, editing the current cctv footages of the club into showing the footages from a week ago. that way, vernon won't be seen performing 'sorcery'.

"hey guys." vernon smirked at the two (huge) guards, raising his arms up for them to check if he has weapons.

as they checked, vernon turned his ability on and said, "i have guns. and well, an ability." after then, the two guards collapsed on the floor.

vernon wipes the smirk off his face and walked inside the strip club. there were lots of other guards in here, but they didn't seem to be alarmed by vernon. they clearly haven't noticed what he'd done to the two outside.

it was dark, but vernon could make out the contents of the club with the help of the disco lights that turn off and on every second. there were circular tables scattered in the middle, some couches at the side. it's filled with rich old men and women, rich young bachelors and ladies. reeking of liquor. the stage on the front was still unused.

"i'll go straight to the backstage." vernon told himself, subtly touching the five guards he passed by as he headed backstage. "that should make a commotion. delay the show for maybe ten minutes?"

"yeah, go find chan now." jihoon interrupts through the earpiece. vernon heard about three voices scolding jihoon, making vernon chuckle a little. "i think that's the door. alright, hoshino-san?"

"stop fucking calling me by my japanese name. and we're not on first name basis." soonyoung says through the earpiece, standing from his table. he walks through the other drunken people making out and pouring liquor into their stomach. goodluck to their livers.

"okay then, akaashi-san."

"are you trying to provoke me?!" soonyoung says, as he reached where vernon was. vernon nods brusquely at him, before turning the knob of the backstage door. he opens it wide for soonyoung to enter first. vernon came in next.
"okay, i corrupted them. they won't mind us being in here now, because they think that we're not here at all." soonyoung says.

"how?! you weren't able to control several minds at once before!" seokmin asks through the earpiece.

"i hate my previous fuckass workmates. if there's a will, there's a way."

on the backstage, there were young men like chan who were topless, only in these tight fit boxers. their faces had cakey makeup, accompanied with a scared expression. there were women in bikinis, too. then, a fully dressed man came in.

"fix yourselves. if you try to escape again, we're going to...you know what we did to klaude, right? that. we're going to do that to you. so, any fuckups, you're done for. understood?" the old man said, while the young, scared men and women nodded. "don't try to be rude to our customers. you are sluts."

vernon can't even watch. he tells soonyoung to disable his ability before walking out of the backstage. "hyung, i'm going to the vip section now. please don't leave yet, i may need you." vernon told soonyoung.

"okay."

"hey, bitch, that was chan?! he's not like that! he will fight back if there's something wrong! why is he a slave there, what happened?!" jeonghan shouts through the earpiece, surprised at what he just saw. nobody answered him, since they were just as baffled and frustrated as jeonghan.

vernon walks upstairs, entering one of the rooms for the vip customers. it was very cold inside, and it featured a king sized bed with red walls. there were sex toys on the table beside the bed. condoms, too. vernon wasn't able to inspect everything, though, a waiter came in right after he did. "hello sir. would you like a dr—"

"i would like jung rijan. now." vernon glared at the waiter, throwing his black card to the poor waiter's face. he could hear seventeen's comments in his earpiece.

"POP OFF LUV!"

"i never thought i'd see you do that."

"we're getting another minghao. be prepared guys."

"what the fuck do you mean by 'another minghao'?!"

"sollie oh my god i'm ready. throw your black card to my face."

"seungkwan has a degrading kink, as it appears."

"everything turns sexual, jesus christ!"

"joshuji, me too. i want some in my—"

"jeonghan!"

the waiter nodded, immediately exiting as he picked up vernon's card. vernon was suppressing his laugh, meanwhile.

the show wasn't starting yet, probably due to what vernon did to the guards. though, there were moans and spanks that vernon could hear nearby. goddamnit. if vernon tunes in on them, he might need a little trip to the bathroom.

"s-sir," the same waiter came, holding out vernon's black card. vernon took it. "here is rijan. his specialty is blo—"

"shut up, get out, bring him in." vernon demanded, crossing his arms. he places his black card in his wallet, waiting for chan to come in.

"okay, sir." the waiter gulped, pulling 'jung rijan' inside vernon's room. he bows, before getting out of the room, as instructed.

lee chan gave vernon a tired smile, waving a little at his best friend. he pointed to his boxers, with a questioning look that probably meant 'should i take this off?' but vernon shook his head. never in a million years would he buy his own bestfriend for an hour or two for his body.

"channie?" vernon asked. "why aren't you speaking?"