Hearts on the line

Chapter 17 : The Plan

It was a Saturday morning, two days after the incident, and the tension in the room was thick enough to cut through with a knife. They were all gathered at Jimin's house. Hoseok, alongside his girlfriend Min Yoonji, had arrived earlier, and now the group was settling in the cramped yet cozy room.

Yoongi and Taehyung lounged on one sofa, looking unbothered but with a dangerous gleam in their eyes. Yoonji and Hoseok were on another sofa, their hands intertwined, looking serious. On the bed, Jin and Namjoon sat, Jin taking up most of the space like he owned it-because he pretty much did.

Jungkook and Jimin, however, stood in the middle of the room, the two of them practically radiating an evil aura that sent chills down everyone's spine. The room went silent as Jungkook spoke, his voice low but firm, cutting through the tension like a blade.

"So, listen up, everyone. We're going to the Richie Rich Club tonight," Jungkook said, his eyes narrowing in on each person in the room.

Yoongi raised an eyebrow. "Why there?"

Jimin leaned forward, his usual playful smirk replaced by something much darker. "We've gathered all the information we need." He shared a look with Jungkook, their eyes locking for a brief moment as if they were already reveling in what was about to happen. The two of them shared a chilling smile, as if they were about to make something beautiful and terrifying happen.

The air in the room seemed to grow heavier, the others leaning in slightly as Jimin continued. "The three guys who harassed Jungkook-Jack, Leo, and Jan-will all be at the club tonight. But it's Jan who we're focusing on. He's the one who put Jungkook in this state. The bastard deserves to pay for it."

The mention of Jan's name sparked a fire in everyone. Hoseok clenched his fist, Yoongi looked ready to tear someone apart, and even Namjoon and Yoonji seemed to tense up. Jin's gaze darkened, and Taehyung's lips thinned into a hard line, his posture stiffening in response to the growing anger in the room.

Jungkook, his eyes locked onto Jimin's, finished the statement. "They'll be there at 10 p.m. sharp. So when we arrive, everyone will have a role to play. You'll be assigned a task."

The tension in the room was palpable, as if everyone had already started imagining what they'd do when the time came.

Namjoon, always the cautious one, furrowed his brows, his voice laced with concern. "Are you sure about this? Is it... really okay to do this?"

Jimin shot Namjoon a glance, his expression turning colder. "It doesn't matter, Namjoon. They've had it coming for a long time. Those fuckers deserve everything that's coming to them."

Yoongi chimed in, his tone unwavering, almost like a vow. "They crossed the line, and we're not just going to sit back and let them get away with it."

Jin stood up from the bed, the seriousness in his eyes matching the rest of the group's. "Tonight, we make them regret ever crossing Jungkook." His voice was calm but loaded with a promise of destruction.

Jungkook's lips curled into a small, sinister smile. "Exactly. And we'll make sure they know exactly who we are when it's over."

The atmosphere shifted. The plan wasn't just some petty revenge anymore-it was going to be a statement, something that would make the bullies wish they'd never even thought about messing with Jungkook.

As everyone exchanged looks, the air around them seemed to crackle with anticipation. This wasn't just about payback anymore. This was going to be personal. And tonight, it would all go down at the Richie Rich Club.

The plan was set. And nothing would stop them.

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It was around 9:30 p.m., and the atmosphere inside the cars was electric with anticipation. Jin was at the wheel of one car, Namjoon beside him, while Hoseok and Yoonji sat in the back, all dressed to the nines for the night ahead. In the other car, Yoongi drove, Taehyung beside him in the passenger seat. In the back, Jimin and Jungkook sat together, all of them clad in beautiful, high-end clothes, perfect for a night at the Richie Rich Club. The tension in both cars was palpable-an unspoken agreement that tonight, revenge was on the agenda.