My mind was in a mental fuzz as I tried to brush his actions off and headed for my target. What the fuck was that?! Namjoon kissed me! I kissed Namjoon! My mind was screaming, but I tried to brush it off and remember what I was here for. I strode my way through the crowd to Big Pap. I had originally thought he was playing a game of poker or something, but he seemed to be eating a white substance in a very odd way.

I walked up beside him. "Sir, I don't recommend eating Sherbet through your nose." I advised, and I saw him and his men look up at me. "What did you say?" he questioned, intimidatingly as he glared at me, eyes raking over my body.

"You shouldn't eat sherbet through your nose." I repeated, and watched as the scowl on the man's face disappeared and was replaced by a loud guffaw, which was copied by all the men around him. "Oh, little woman, you are so cute." He giggled, wiping tears out of his eyes as he gained back his composure, looking slightly more interested in me now than what he originally did. "What is your name?" He asked.

I knew it probably wasn't wise to tell him my name, as it would eventually rat me out, so I said the only thing that came to mind. "J-Move."

"Sorry, Beige?" He asked confused as he leaned closer so he could hear me over the music.

"J-Move." I repeated.

"J-Boo?"

"Move!!" I gritted, annoyed at his lack of hearing.

"Poop?"

"Move under the moon!" I insisted, irritated.

He gave me an odd look. "J-Move?"

I nodded, and he shrugged. "J-Move it is then." He motioned for me to sit down beside him. "Come sit down, J-Move." He tapped his lap and I cringed and reminded myself it was for the mission before I sat down. He brushed my hair off my shoulder. "Would you like a drink?" He asked. I nodded, hoping he didn't intend to do to me what I was supposed to be doing to him.

I looked over to Namjoon and found him huffing on a cigarette, throwing me a thumbs up. Oblivious to me doing this, Big Pap called over one of his men and asked him to get some sort of alcoholic drink that I couldn't repeat the name of. He then turned back to me and ran his fingers gently through my hair. "You're very beautiful, darling. What made you find interest in an old man like me?" He asked, sounding almost lonely. "I like mature men." I simply said, trying my best to keep up the appearance.

I felt awkward, so I once again looked over to Namjoon to find him talking with some girls. A pang hit my heart, and I wasn't sure why. I must admit, I felt slightly jealous, I thought maybe he found me attractive, but reminded myself that the man was a flirt, so it was natural for him. I was just another woman to play with to him. It may sound dumb, but for someone who was always rejected and tossed around because she was 'too ugly and fat', that kind of hurt.

When Big Pap's guy brought back the drinks and handed them to us, I chugged down my drink in a gulp, wiping my face with my arm and demanding more as I glared over at Namjoon. Big Pap looked at me surprised, but agreed to the man to go get me another glass. And so shot after shot kept coming in until I was smashed out beside Big Pap, who was equally as smashed, laughing and giggling away.

"And they were roommates." I slurred to him as I lay sideways on the couch with my head in his lap, and he looked surprised. "Oh my gosh, they were roommates." He whispered quietly. "Uh Huh." I mumbled, feeling myself dip from side to side as the room spun around me. Everything felt like it was on a big ferris wheel and I could barely stick to the same topic of conversation as I had forgotten what we had been talking about anyway. I began singing randomly. "If your name is Big Pap, and you're really handsome, come and raise your hand!" I sung, and the men sang along with me as Big Pap sheepishly raised his hand with a coy smile.

I looked over at Namjoon again and found him looking over at me with a confused face, and that's when I realised what I was even doing here in the first place. I was meant to be seducing the guy, not singing with him! I looked up at Big Pap's tilted head and reached up to grab his face, pulling his ear towards my mouth. "You wanna see my no-no square?" I whispered into it and he nodded profusely. He told the body guards to stay where they were as we got up from the couch and he led me upstairs to a room. As we walked in, he quickly shut the door behind us, and began pulling at his shirt. Oopp no. I quickly stopped him. "No, no. Not yet." I slurred, pulling his hands to his sides. "We need champagne to celebrate." He nodded, and quickly opened the door and ducked his head around it to order a staff member to get the drink.

He shut the door again and we sat in silence, him opening the door again to retrieve the drink and glasses when the staff member came knocking. Remembering that I was supposed to be putting the powder into it, I hurriedly took it away from him. "I'll pour." I slurred and he nodded eagerly, passing me the drink and making his way to the bed.

While I had him focused on resting against the bed head, I turned with my back towards him and threw down the drinks and glasses on the small complementary table that came with the room. I quickly got the packet out of my hand and noticed that the stupid screen had come up again.

It read:

You have two choices. (One may get you killed.)

1. Spike the drink

2. Don't spike the drink.

I rolled my eyes and muttered something incoherent under my breath as I pressed the first option. It then came to my attention the presence beside me. "Don't mess this up." Yoongi huffed. "And don't you ever touch me again."

I turned to him, my drunken mind rattling at the man's audacity to turn up now. "Oh, so now you appear! Just come and go as you choose, fairy god mother!" I exasperated at the mint haired man. "You wanted to be a pendejo earlier today because i touched you, but now you want to come help me?" I hissed. "Well I gotta newsflash for you." I pointed at him, "I don't need your help."

I quickly pulled the packet between my teeth, ripping it open. I pulled the rip open further, attempting to pour it into one of the cups, but unfortunately, my eyes couldn't really see where it was as it kept spinning around. "Sit still, stupid cup!" I hissed to it as I tried to pour the substance into the spinning cup, inevitably ending with all of it on the table. "Ah Shit!" I huffed and I could hear Yoongi exclaim idiot.

I gave him a glare, telling him he was no help, before an idea popped into my mind. I quickly put the cup underneath the edge of the table, and used my hand to sweep as much of the powder from the table as I could into the cup before filling it up with the drink. I made my way over to Big Paps as Yoongi disappeared and was distraught to find the old man stripping down. "I don't want to see your boobies!" I screamed as I attempted to stop him, but to no use as my hands were occupied with the glasses of champagne.

On a quick and impulsive thought to stall the man, I take a big gulp of his spiked drink from my hand, attempting not to swallow it, before dropping both glasses on the floor and grabbing the man's face between my now empty hands. Cringing on the maximum, I lowered my mouth to his quickly and as he opened his mouth in shock I expelled the drink quickly into it, pulling away as soon as my mouth was empty.

Big Pap stared at me with wide eyes. "You drugged me!" He accused. "Yeah, I did, old man. Whatya gonna do about it?" I mocked as I watched him sit there limply, knowing the mixture was already taking effect. But weirdly enough I could feel myself slump as well. Did I accidentally ingest it? I guessed so as I felt myself hit the ground with a crash, hearing someone sigh above me before everything went black.

Well fuck you too, Yoongi

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