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As the boys riled out of there car, Namjoon dismissed Taehyung to go behind the club, letting him go alone.

Taehyung walked around the corner of the club, stopping when he got to the end, seeing a old fat man sitting there. He has a crusty beard, shabby and sharp, the old man wearing a white tank top shirt, stained with achohal that smelled terrible. He is also wearing grey shorts, to small to really fit on him, but were also covered in achohal stains.

"Your not the girl I was supposed to meet! Your not even a girl! Are you trying to trick me?!"
The man got up, yelling at Taehyung.

Taehyung just rolled his eyes. He'd been in this situation before, he wasn't stupid on what to do.

"No sir. I'm here in her replace"
He firmly told the old man, who just scoffed.

"I'm not giving the money. She should just be happy that I didn't rape her ugly ass!"
He yelled, laughing at his last sentence.

Taehyung just looked at him petrified. How can somebody make such a joke and be proud of it? It utterly disgusted Taehyung.

"Look sir. I didn't come for trouble. But if you don't hand over that money and stop getting into such private business, than this ain't going to work out"
Taehyung calmly said, the man not believing a word that spit out of Taehyungs mouth.

"Trouble? Oh trouble?"
The man roared with laughter.
"Oh baby. There won't be much trouble~ just get that perky ass with me in bed and get all the money you want"
He smirked.

Taehyung was now even more disgusted. But before the man could make another disgusting comment about Taehyungs body, Taehyung had slapped the mans face, not giving any damn about keeping things peaceful- he is in a gang for all sake?!

The mans eyes went wide, and soon filled with anger.
"You shouldn't have done that baby"
The man laughed, grabbing onto Taehyungs wrist.

Taehyung, still petrified and disgusted. Taehyung couldn't even believe he didn't drop kick this man after laying a finger on him

"Come on baby boy~ you deserve a long rough punishment~"
The man coed and laughed, dragging Taehyung.

But Taehyung took none of it, taking the mans hand off his wrist, and flipping him over on his back. The man had hit the floor, roaring with pain.

While this was going on, Seokjin was walking around the streets of Seoul, wanting to get some decent fresh air, but stopped when he heard a blood curling scream come from behind the club.

"Should I go see if there okay?"
Seokjin whispered to himself.
"But it's behind a club! What if someone's fucking there or something!"
Seokjin argued with himself.

He would be so very embarrassed if he were to walk in on some kind of couple or one nightstand. But Seokjins thoughts got the better of him, making him walk along the club, on the outside, waking along the corners.

The man had gotten back on his feet, giving out a punch at Taehyung, but Taehyung dodging it instantly.

The old man had cought onto Taehyungs skirt, trying to pull it down, but making Taehyung fall instead, his skirt still tight on his torso.

But the man didn't care if his skirt wasnt pulled, now Taehyung was on the floor, a even better place for the man to be on top.

"Hey! Get off me you old fart!"
Taehyung yelled, trying to bash the mans head.

Seokjin heard a scream, and a yell that sounded deep but soft, but also very worrying, because they sounded in trouble.

"Hey! Get off me you old fart!"
Seokjin heard someone scream.

Seokjin ran around the corner, seeing that a 'girl' was straddled under a scruffy looking old man, the 'girl' obviously struggling.

Seokjin looked around quickly, seeing that the only weapon he had was his hands, so be it.
Seokjin ran over, punching the back of the mans head, a bit too forced, and making the man pass out on the 'girl'.

Taehyung got up, kicking the old man off him, and looking at Seokjin. Now this is a man that he would call his type.

The man in front of Taehyung had black jet hair, parted a bit at the right side of his forehead. He also has wide shoulders, a deep eyes, that Taehyung wanted to cry at, but Taehyung just straightened up himself, bending down to grab the wallet out of the old mans pocket.

While Seokjin saw the 'girl' get up, he realized it wasn't a girl. It was just a feminine boy. Seokjin watched the boys featured, about to ask if he was okay, if the old man tried to harass him or so, thinking this boy was a victim of the old man.

Taehyung picked at the old mans pocket.
"You owe her.. $1,450.. and owe me for that unpleasant suprise...hmm I'll take a few hundreds"
Taehyung smirked, throwing the empty wallet at the old man who just groaned on the floor.
"Take that you ugly piece of shit"

Seokjin was astonished. Wait, the old man is a victim of the little boy? Not the other way around? Now Seokjin was confused.

"Hey? Are you okay?"
Seokjin asked, taking a step closer to Taehyung, who just rolled his eyes.

"Yea pretty boy. I had it handled before you came"
Taehyung scoffed.

Seokjin just gasped, a bit angry.
"Got that handled? He was on top of you kid!"

Taehyung rolled his eyes, grabbing out a hundred dollar bill and stuffing it into Seokjins chest.

"Just take this and get out of my face. But who knows, you probably were already born with a silver spoon and don't need this"
Taehyung said, not giving any attention to seokjin, and wanting to just get out of there and wash his hands off the filth from the old man, and get to clubbing and partying.

"I was not from a silver spoon! You have no idea what I've been through!"
Seokjin was starting to get riled up. He saved this boy from a filthy old man, just to not even be thanked.

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