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Minho got out of the car and took a deep breath. He raised his head and looked at the three stories high end club. The blue glass that it was made off, was serving as a mirror, a poor attempt of camouflage.

He looked so small compared to the building. He was exactly that. A small boy with broken dreams, barely any hope left. His heart was hammering inside his chest, the little thump, thump sound echoed in his ears, threatening to burst out of his chest the longer he stayed there.

The name of the club stood proudly above the entrance, glistening in pink neon lights, almost mocking him. "Lie". Wasn't that ironic? Everything that went down behind the entrance, was nothing but a lie. The girls that danced naked on a stage, sold the illusion of desire and beauty, arousal and need. The prostitutes that kept their beds warm behind the closed doors on second floor, were nothing but a mirage of sex, love and fake passion. The drugs he sold, were a bridge that served as a way to trade one reality with another one. Using money as means to possess, wreak, and appear something you were not or never could be. A king to a made up world.

Lie. Yes. It was all a lie. It was quite poetic if you'd look the other way.

Minho shook his head. He had a job to do. His own life, Jimin's life, literally depended on him. It was their ticket to freedom. One mistake could cost him so much it terrified him.

He took a deep breath and forced his legs to move. He had to do this, as hard as it may be. As fearful he might get.

With a nod of his head, he greeted the security men that were standing at the entrance. Two big, buffed guys, with guns resting in the holsters on their hips.

The pristine carpets and nicely done paint job hid a lot of dirt filth, maybe that's why they were black.

The smoke immediately filled his nostrils. He scrunched his nose in distaste. He didn't miss this. Smoke and alcohol and sex. The club was unusually empty, maybe because it was still too early. Or it could be the famous Doll's absence. Whatever it was, Minho couldn't care less.

There was a girl on the stage, wearing some glittery shorts - really short with some traces of a bra that left nothing to the imagination, and some knee-high red boots in her legs. But what made him chuckle, and not in a good way, was the fact that she was trying to do her moves while a snake was wrapped around her waist slithering and hissing.

Doyun was really a bastard. Forcing the women to bow at his feet, and the poor girls were too scared to say no. Once you got in, you were trapped in for life. There was no other option, no escape, but to survive doing whatever was needed. Call it, survival instinct if you will.

Minho dragged his legs and sat on the velvety couch right next to the boss itself.

Doyun was sitting there, dressed in a dark pinstripe suit, a glass of his favorite drink, Bourbon, in his hand, while he was smirking at the dancer. Half of his face was visible by the stage light, the other half swallowed by the darkness. He looked exactly the monster that he was.

"Move those fucking legs, you filthy slut." He yelled. The girl shivered and tried her best to keep her composure.

"Where the fuck were you?" He turned his attention to his drug lord, pissed that he was M.I.A.

The question made Minho's heart lurch to his throat, however, Minho smiled and waved his hand towards a waitress. It was his way of ordering his drink, whiskey. He had to play cool. He needed a strong liquid to hold him down. Liquid courage.

Minho said nothing as he waited for his drink, once he had it, he took a sip and turned to face his boss. He almost laughed at the sentiment.

"I was targeted by the Cubes. I had to lay low." Minho muttered, praying to everyone above for Doyun to buy it.

"Hmmm..." Doyun hummed. He took a sip of his drink, while narrowing his eyes on the girl on the stage, that still hadn't mastered her dance moves. "And how did the Cubes know where to find you?" he raised an eyebrow as he questioned.

Minho shrugged casually. "Exactly how you know their every move. They have eyes."

"Touché." Doyun smirked and tilted his head slightly. "What did you find out? How much did you sell, and where are my fucking money?"

"I've split the ten kilos of cocaine on four of our territories. Tomorrow I'll personally go and collect their earnings." Minho drank the entire content of his glass, feeling on edge with the interrogation.

"Good. You do that." Suddenly he threw his glass to the stage, missing the girl by an inch of her head. The shattering sound echoed through the walls of the club.

"Get the fuck out of here. You're not dancing tonight. You'll be in room two."

"No." The girl cried out, falling on her knees. In room two were the nastiest clients. Violent psychopaths. One of her colleagues barely survived one client, but multiples was hell.

"Please. I'll be better. I swear." She wailed.

Doyun moved his hand, a security guy came and dragged the screaming girl out of the stage.

"That will teach her how to do her fucking job." He said through gritted teeth.

Minho shook his head. Unfortunately, it was nothing new. Doyun was a real nightmare to everyone.

He was about to say something when Yoonsung, the boss's right hand came smirking and whispered something to Doyun's ear. Due to the music being too loud, Minho couldn't hear anything.

"That's great." Doyun laughed and slapped his own thighs.

"Oh?" Minho raised his eyebrow. The malefic laughter sent shiver down his spine. Doyun would only laugh like a hyena when he was about to do something bad. Something really, really horrific.

"Did you know that foxes live in underground dens?" Doyun smirked, and spoke in a tone very sinister. His eyes dark and glistening with malicious intent.

"I didn't know you were interested in foxes. Do you by any chance, want to pet one?" Minho asked furrowing his eyebrows. There was something quite unsettling. Why would Doyun talk about foxes? What was his angle exactly? His ears perked up to listen more attentively to what was said.

"I wonder..." Doyun still smiled like a maniac, his grin from ear to ear, looking like a cheap copy of the Joker. "Do you think Fox can live in my basement?"

"Fox?" Minho asked again. By now, he was sure it had nothing to do with the animal itself. His inside twisted at the thought of what that could mean, he wanted to throw up but swallowed the bile rising up his throat.

Doyun winked and got up, just to leave with Yoonsung.

Minho gripped the glass tighter. Doyun's next victim was Fox. That much he knew. He also knew, he couldn't just get up and contact RM, he had to wait, at least until next day, when it will be relatively safer for him to call.

If Doyun kidnaps Fox, a bloody gang war would ensue. RM would stop at nothing to get his queen back. That meant innocent people caught in the crossfire. It meant Jimin being trapped, killed, no more. It meant... His end with Hobi. No. He refused to do it. He refused to sit idly and do nothing. Tomorrow he will contact RM. He needed Jimin safe. His Sun safe.

Everything was spiraling south and he sat there horrified at the possible outcomes.

Could fate play any nastier with him.

A/N 

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