WELCOME TO THE CLUB

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Seokjin got up from his seat, pulling Jungkook into the room. Shutting the door behind him, a smile spread on his face as he pushed Jungkook in front of him.

"This is the guy I was talking about! The one who came back to ask me about our club!" Seokjin rubbed Jungkook's brown hair, messing it up. Jungkook bowed slightly before observing the rest of the boys in the room. There was a Mint Green Boy, Blue Boy, Red Boy, Pink Boy and Silver Boy. What was all of these special hair colours? Mint Green Boy, who was using his phone, was sitting next to Red Boy, who had shades on. Blue Boy was at the table in the middle of the room, sitting across Pink Boy and Silver Boy. They were holding Uno cards and it looked like Silver Boy had one card left.

"My name is Namjoon," Silver Boy said, eyes not leaving his one card left. Glancing at it, he laid it on the stack of uno cards, a smug look forming on his face. Blue Boy and Pink Boy groaned simultaneously.

"Yoongi, also Third Year." Mint Green Boy slurred his words, eyes not looking away from his phone.

"I'm Jimin, Second Year!" Pink Boy said, jumping to his feet. "Thank you for joining us!" He gently picked up the discarded Uno cards and began to pack them.

"Taehyung here. I'm also a Second Year. Jimin, sit back down, you're scaring the newbie." Blue Boy said, throwing his cards on the table, which earned a glare from Jimin.

"The newbie has a name, Taehyung, don't be so rude." Seokjin gave Taehyung a thumbs down, earning a middle finger from the other.

"Speaking of rude, Hoseok hasn't introduced himself yet. Give him a thumbs down." Taehyung stuck out his tongue towards Seokjin, pointing at Red Boy.

"You already did." Red Boy used a finger to lift his sunglasses, revealing piercing black eyes behind the shades. "Second Year."

"Why are even wearing sunglasses indoors? What an asshole thing to do." Seokjin gave Hoseok a thumbs down. Hoseok rolled his eyes before pushing his shades back into place.

"Erm, my name is Jungkook," he stepped away from Seokjin, rearranging his hair. "I look forward to working with you all."

"Working with us?" Yoongi put aside his phone, eyebrow raised. "We work solo."

"Oh, I forgot to mention. We're not really good with teamwork, you know?" Seokjin shrugged his shoulders. "It's hard to decide how the money is split between all of us, so we just take individual tasks."

"Money?" Jungkook's head tilted slightly to the left. "Y'all get paid?"

"Hell yeah," Taehyung pulled back the left sleeve on his jacket, revealing a shiny Gucci watch. "I get to flex everyday with the cash I get. It's awesome."

"How much do you get paid?"

"This boy asked too many questions, I say we kill him." Hoseok rose from the couch where he was lying down on, pulling out a  knife from behind his back. Jungkook let out a shout, jumping behind Seokjin.

"Hey, no killing in the Clubroom! You know how hard I have to scrub those bloodstains off!" Seokjin quickly snatched Hoseok's knife from his grip, turning the handle towards Hoseok. He muttered under his breath, taking back his knife grudgingly.

"Seriously, hyung? You're gonna scare the newbie," Taehyung slammed his hands on the table. "You're always like this, acting like a total douche and a crackhead."

Hoseok twirled his knife in his hands, before pointing it at Taehyung.

"The fuck you call me, Blueberry Bitch?"

"I didn't know you were deaf, Raw Asshole."

"I think raw assholes are pink," Yoongi perked up, leaning into the couch. Jimin turned his body towards Yoongi, crossing his arms. Pouting, he flung an Uno card at his direction. Yoongi tilted his head, dodging it. The card dug itself into the wall behind him.