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The silk and lace felt soft and a little ticklish on Jimin's skin, just like he remembered it from his shopping tour, and he could not stop himself from posing in front of the long mirror in his private room's bathroom. Their employer had gotten a beautiful room for him with a view all over the city.

But right now, the only view he cared about was his figure hugged by lace and black silken stockings. He had gone for plain stockings with an unadorned rim, which felt weird on his hairless skin, almost as if everything hugged him closer than before, but the simple stockings only made his filigree-patterned panties more enticing. It was a peculiar sight with the feminine underwear on a very male body, but he could not deny that it held a certain thrill. He felt sexy in a different way than he was used to, maybe also a little vulnerable.

However, he could not stand here all night and fall in love with himself. Everyone else was waiting for him to prepare him for his first encounter with Choi, because Jin had told them that the man visited the club every Thursday night. So, Jimin pulled out the long black dress from the closet and slipped it on. It was a long-sleeved tunic dress with a neckline that reached almost down to his belly button and a filigree silver belt around his waist. But what Jimin had liked most about it was the slit along the right side, that revealed his leg while walking.

For a moment he enjoyed how the crinkled silken fabric fell around his figure, but then he turned towards the sink where the rest of his masquerade was waiting, the blond wig and the makeup. For the last four days, Tae and he had (apart from walking in heels) practiced how to do his makeup (the artist had been quite talented), but now that the show was about to go down, Jimin was one hell of nervous. His hands were shaking so bad, that he could not do more than put on the wig properly. The rest was up to Tae.

Hastily, he put on some earrings, grabbed the makeup and some of his favorite rings from the sink and got the small handback, or clutch how Namjoon had called it, with the silver chain from the nightstand and headed out for the thieves' room. His high heels were still there, and Taehyung would do his makeup way better than he could.

So, ignoring the confused looks of the people he met on his way down, he found the right door and knocked softly.

"Welco- holy moly," Taehyung stumbled out when he opened the door for him and saw him in women's clothing for the first time.

"Hi," Jimin mumbled and giggled nervously.

"You look gorgeous," the artist said with an adoring smile and gestured him inside. "But where's the makeup?"

Jimin held out his hand to show his friend how much he was shaking and gained a pitiful look from the coffee eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll do it," the other said and placed him on the chair in front of the table.

When Jimin heard a gasp, he turned his head to the sound and found an open-mouthed Suga on the bed closest to the window.

"Hi," he said awkwardly and waved at the wide-eyed hacker.

"I was right about this," was all the other said and a grin slipped onto the pale face.

Another gasp made Jimin look away and towards the bathroom door where a half-naked Namjoon was standing in pajama pants and staring at him like he had seen a unicorn.

Taehyung chuckled. "Well, now that we all had our little shock moment, why don't we carry on with the magic?"

Jimin looked back at the artist and took a slow breath. He never had seen himself completely dolled up. He had either worn the outfit or done the makeup, he had never seen both and he was more than eager to finally see himself transformed.

Ten minutes later, his fake hair was woven into a loose braid over his left shoulder and the redhead had placed the last stroke of eyeliner on his face, so Jimin opened his eyes and met a beaming smile.

"Look at him!" Taehyung cheered happily and Suga and Namjoon turned towards them and fell into shock for a second time.

"Can I take a look, too?" Jimin asked shyly, and in the next second, he was dragged into the bathroom by the artist and positioned in front of the full body mirror.

The only word he had for himself was ethereal. What had made him look soft as a man, made him look so unbelievably beautiful as a woman that it was overwhelming. His pouty cheeks no longer looked like baby fat, but like a young woman's soft features, and the mat red lipstick was making his lips look even more plump. And whatever Taehyung had done to his eyes, it looked stunning.

"Wait a sec," the artist said and left the room.

But in the blink of an eye he was back with the heels, the handbag and the two other men in tow.

"Put those on," the artist instructed Jimin and kneeled in front of him to help him into the three-inch ankle-breakers.

When Namjoon opened his mouth for the first time, his voice was slightly hoarse. "You look amazing, Jimin."

"A real Cinderella now," Suga added jokingly and chuckled at the ex-cop's spaced out look. "Let's hope, he doesn't lose a shoe, or else the prince might find us."

And reality was back.

A little peeved from the cruel reminder why he was wearing this, Jimin turned around and strode out of the bathroom, leaving three staring men and a whisper of 'that ass' behind. He would enjoy this night, no matter what his job was.

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"Can you hear me?" the little Suga in his ear asked.

"Loud and clear," Jimin said and Jin looked at him slightly confused. Jimin just gestured at his ear, and the personal shopper nodded understandingly before he touched his own earpiece for the test.

They currently sat in a taxi of a private company, what was more comfortable and definitely more suitable for two people in evening wear than one of the raggedy red-white boxes tourists used, and the three others were somewhere behind them in a rented car with the receiver for his earpiece. Suga had said that it was a long-range transmitter, but he wanted to make sure that their contact would not break during the evening, so they had rented a car on Jin's name two days earlier and now were following the personal shopper and him to the gentlemen's club.

Suga summed up their plan once again. "We only need his phone and apartment number for now, nothing else. So, flirt a little and get us at least one of those. And remember, you're a tourist in Hongkong for two weeks, and a friend invited you into the club. Only introduce Jin if necessary."

"Understood," Jimin replied and rearranged his legs. The part that had taken him the longest to learn had been sitting like a woman. He could no longer spread his legs because that looked awful in a dress, but he had been so bad in remembering it that Tae in the end had bound his legs together, so that he had had no other choice but to keep them closed. It had been a drastic measure, but now he closed his legs almost subconsciously when he sat down.

"We're here," Jin announced when the taxi stopped, and he jumped out of the car to help Jimin like a gentleman. And a little softer, "Are you ready?"

Jimin nodded and took a last deep breath before they entered the golden door with the man in black in front of it. One glass door and a counter boy further, they stood in one of the most beautiful rooms he had ever seen. The warm golden shimmer and the soft Chinese tunes embraced them welcomingly, and Jimin felt how his body relaxed. When his gaze met the bar, that was hidden behind the wide stairs to the gallery, he was sure he could make it. A little glass of wine and he could convince everyone in this world to do anything.

"Is he already here?" he whispered towards Jin when they surrounded the marvelous basin with the golden stature.

Subtly the personal shopper's gaze wandered over the people until it reached the bar as well. A smile curled the plump lips. "Yes, indeed. He's the smoking gentleman in the yellow vest."

Jimin's eyes searched for the named target, and he gasped slightly when the man turned around on his bar stool to glance into the room. He was attractive. Very. The hard and manly kind of attractive that screamed confidence.

"See you later," he bid his goodbye to Jin and went straight for the bar. Less knees, more hips, he reminded himself when he walked past his target in those damn heels and sat down two stools away without giving the man a glance. It was hard not to stare, but he needed to stay in character and not be overwhelmed by his primitive longings.

"Red wine, please," he said in English. He could not speak English at all, but he knew the word for red wine in almost every East Asian language. He could easily have ordered in Chinese, Japanese, Thai or even Vietnamese, but English came to him as the most comfortable right now.

"Xièxiè," he thanked the bartender when a high glass with an almost circular shaped body was placed in front of him and filled with a wine that was a dark as the carpeting of this club. The heavy scent was perceptible even over the intense smell of smoke that wavered over from where Choi was sitting.

"A Korean beauty with an international tongue," a deep gravel voice said from behind him, and Jimin would have fallen off the stool had it not been for the strong hand on his lower back.

When he turned his head, he was staring right into the dark, almost black, eyes of Choi Seunghyun, and it was damn breathtaking to be so close to the guy. The mocking smile on those lips gave the whole man an aura of gentle cunningness.

"Wow, that voice," the Taehyung in his ear said and snapped him out of his trance.

"Uh, I'm not that international though. I just learned the basics every tourist should know," he mumbled, and Choi let go of him to sit down in the stool next to him.

"A tourist. So, you'll leave us again. Too bad," the tall man said, and his eyes wandered over Jimin curiously.

Slowly Jimin found his words again and smiled back at the other. "Not this soon. I just arrived and plan on staying for two weeks."

"I might have the chance to get to know you then," Choi said in a low tune that was slightly suggestive but not in the intrusive way Jimin had experienced so often. His target seemed genuinely interested in him and Jimin could only return those feelings. Something about this man was luring him in without a way to withstand his charm. Even Taehyung had been nothing against this.

"Yes, even if only for two weeks," Jimin replied with a soft smile in place and shyly looked back at his wine glass. He did not even need to act, he seriously was interested, and he would gladly spend his time here in this gentleman's presence.

"Choi Seunghyun," the other said and bowed politely.

"Park Jimin," he replied and smiled happily.

"So, Park Jimin," the Choi said and paused for a moment to taste the name on his tongue, "How do you know about this club? As far as I'm concerned, you can't find this place with Naver."

Jimin chuckled softly. "No, I don't think so. A friend invited me to Hongkong and also brought me here today," he explained and looked up at the other with big innocent eyes.

"And he left you alone at the bar?" Choi asked with risen eyebrows as if he could not believe such rudeness.

Jimin chuckled again at the lovely concern. "No, he came here to talk to someone, and I said it would be okay to leave me alone for some time," he defended Jin's non-existent motive.

Choi furrowed his brows, but a crooked little smile came back to his lips. "Lucky me then for finding you alone, Park Jimin."

"Just Jimin is fine," he said and played nervously with the silver chain of his clutch that hung down from the bar counter.

"Well, Jimin, I must say you look exquisite tonight," Choi said matter-of-factly and made Jimin feel slightly more self-aware than he already felt in his dress. "Not as awfully spent as I."

Jimin was confused as to how this man could talk badly of himself. "I find you quite enticing, Mr. Choi," he said honestly.

The other snorted amused. "Yes, a work outfit makes quite a nice appearance."

Jimin just shrugged. He liked what he saw. The man was confident enough to wear color, and that was undoubtedly attractive.

"I like what I see," he said bluntly and took a sip from his wine. It was perfect; a deep and warm heaviness with a fruity note that still lingered on his tongue when the alcohol already burned down his throat. A hum of appreciation slipped from his lips and Choi looked at him interested.

"A wine connoisseur?" he asked.

"Not quite," Jimin replied with a soft chuckle, "Only experience gathered over the years."

"But still a knowing tongue," Choi said quietly and an unguarded smile made it onto those hard lips. "I tend to call myself an expert on that field, but maybe I'm just a fanatic collector who thinks he knows something about taste."

Jimin giggled at the humble self-praise. "Whatever it is, as long as your collection is respectable, you have me hooked," he flirted back.

"Quite straight forward, aren't we?" the man asked amazed and turned even further towards Jimin, making their knees brush. And only now Jimin realized that this was their first body contact apart from the hand that had stopped him from falling. Choi was refreshingly slow and relaxed in his approach, none of the intrusive touches Jimin received in clubs and bars in Korea.

"I'm on vacation, Mr. Choi. I try to enjoy myself as much as I can, and I definitely enjoy your company," he flirted his way into the other man's bedroom, because that was where he wanted to end up when his job was over.

"You can come here and see me as often as you'd like," the other rejected him politely and moved so that their knees were no longer touching. But if Jimin was correct, this was not a total rejection, just a temporary, given by the fact that he was a complete stranger and someone as powerful as Choi sure would be cautious about whom he let into his realm.

So, Jimin decided to smile and act on. "I'd like that," he said softly and took another sip of his wine. "But I can only come here when my friend decides to come as well."

"Didn't he tell you about the visitor membership?" Choi asked with raised eyebrows.

Jimin looked back at the other with wide eyes. "No, he didn't."

"Well, then," Choi said with a cheeky smile and stood up, "You know where to find me."

And with that he turned to leave.

"Wait," Jimin tried to stop the man, but the broad back in the golden-yellow vest already was past the stairs and the black-haired head did not turn at his call. He felt like their roles had reversed. Choi was Cinderella now, and he was the prince who had to find him.

"Jimin?" the Suga in his ear asked. "Let him go. With that visitor membership you can come back another time. He's a wary man. We won't catch him at first try."

Jimin sighed and watched the yellow back when it left the club. Then he turned around to his wine again. Well, the evening had not been too bad. He had gained the man's attention, so all he needed to do was gaining his trust.

"I need to introduce Jin next time," he whispered behind his hand so as not to catch unwanted attention.

"Why?" Namjoon's voice came through the earpiece. Apparently, all three had been listening to him and Choi flirting.

But before Jimin could answer, another man who was dressed up as a woman sat down beside him and ruined his chances for an undisturbed chat with the team. But even if he had wanted to, he would not have been able to talk, because the man he was looking at was a sight without comparison. Long blond hair fell over his back, and a leather outfit that looked like it belonged into a rocker club rather than into this gentlemen's club hugged his feminine frame. The long leather frays of the jacket swayed with every soft movement, and his legs were bare below the skintight hot pants until the point where long black socks and a pair of massive leather boots hugged his calves.

[Yes, this is GD.]

"You should be careful whom you're talking to," the woman -no- man said with a voice as flat as the water in the basin behind them. It was a voice raspy from smoking but without much variation, so that it almost sounded empty. There was nothing of the warmth Jimin had found so attractive in Choi's voice, what made a great contrast to the attentive auburn eyes that were staring him down.

"What do you mean?" he asked slightly scared by the scrutinizing look he received.

"Choi Seunghyun is not who you might expect him to be," the blonde said and lit up a cigarette, eyes never leaving him. "He's too dangerous to engage with for someone as oblivious as you."

Jimin furrowed his brows. The good mood from before had completely vanished.

A rustle from the ear piece, then, "Run a search on Choi. I'll take over," he heard Tae but ignored it.

"Thank you very much for your concern, but I found him to be a very kind man with great manners whose company I enjoyed very much," Jimin said slightly pissed and took a big sip from his wine. "How do you know him anyway?"

Slowly, the blonde breathed out the smoke through his nose before he answered flatly, "He owns me. I'm his property."

Jimin was speechless for a moment. "How do you mean-"

"You met a two-faced man, little girl. The Choi you saw tonight was the Yang, the Yin you'll hopefully never meet." The intense stare of the blonde was almost unbearable had it not been for the soft curl of one of the corners of his mouth.

"I can't believe you," Jimin tried to defend the man he had met tonight and was smitten by, "So, excuse me." This was becoming too weird. This guy could be anyone and by the way he talked he was high or something, so Jimin would not engage in this bullshit.

"Say, little friend," the flat voice and a cold hand on his arm held him back, "I'm sure you have heard of people owing the triads." Jimin felt a cold shiver running over his body, and he was not sure whether it came from the cold hand or the changing atmosphere in the room. "But have you ever heard of the triads owing a man?"

"Shit," the Taehyung in his ear hissed, but Jimin did not hear it. He had shaken off the hand and hastily headed towards the exit, ignoring the counter boy's goodbye and stumbling onto the dark street rather inelegantly. He needed to leave this place.

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"This was so creepy," Jimin whined when he stumbled into the thieves' car and straight into Taehyung's arms who embraced him tightly.

"I know. You're safe now," the low voice of the artist calmed him down while Jin closed the door behind them and leaned forward in his seat to meet Yoongi's eyes.

"I had no idea," the personal shopper said in a stern tone, but only received a growl from the hacker who started the engine.

"It's not the end of the job," Taehyung said over Jimin's head and pulled down the blond wig to stroke through his brown strands. Jimin stayed in his friend's arms more because of exhaustion than out of real fear. Those long artist fingers felt too good to make them stop.

"What do you mean?" Namjoon intervened coldly from the passenger seat. "We're talking about robbing someone with connections to the triads. If he finds his jewelry gone, he'll hunt us down." The ex-cop sounded seriously concerned.

"Yes, but what if the piece is not missing?" Taehyung asked, and Jimin could physically feel the silence in the car. "You know I'm good at what I'm doing. I just need some things from back home and no one will be able to distinguish which is the real one without destroying or exposing it. And we know exposure is unlikely because it's already stolen."

Some seconds passed before Suga spoke from the driver seat. "We can't leave any traces. If we're going to forge this thing, the break-in has to be perfect. No fingerprints, no video footage, no scratches, nothing!"

Jimin could feel Taehyung nodding.

"Anyone who's strictly against this idea?" the hacker asked into the round, but no one answered him. Why would they stop now when they had come so far? It would be a waste of their efforts. And their money, because their employer sure would not pay a simple vacation without getting what he wanted.

But, of course, the ex-cop needed to interfere. "I'll decide when Taehyung is done with the piece," he announced, voice tight with disapproval. Had the two thieves not shown what they were capable of? Why was this man still doubting them?

"Tae's Eungno is displayed in the MMCA," Jimin said to make a point. "I trust you."

Taehyung chuckled happily and ruffled through his hair.

"Good," the hacker said and Jimin could hear the mischievous smile in the man's voice. "Then let's sum up what we have to do next."

Taehyung answered something, but Jimin was slowly dosing off with their soothing voices and the car engine lulling him into sleep. All he understood was that they spoke about some diamond polishing set and a keycard cloner, whatever that might be, and at some point Jungkook's name was mentioned, but he was too far off into the world of dreams to listen attentively. He just wanted his bed. His feet were hurting from the heels and the makeup felt sticky on his face.

"You'll have to share your room with Jeon, Jimin," were the last words he heard from Tae before he drifted off completely. That was not so bad, he decided.

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