WELCOME TO THE CLUB

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"You're born in Busan too? That's amazing!" Jimin hugged Jungkook tightly, jumping on the spot. Jungkook stood still, staring straight ahead.

"Is Yoongi still smoking? We're having a meeting for the newbie in like 10 minutes, and he has to go kill that guy in like 3 hours." Taehyung tapped his fingers on the table, impatient.

"I call him over! I know where he usually goes to smoke!" Jimin pranced cheerfully out of the room.

"Is he always this happy?" Jungkook asked.

"Nah, he has many different faces. I like the face he makes when I ram my-" Hoseok smirked but was stopped by a chop on his head by Seokjin.

"Anyway, take a seat, Jungkook." Namjoon gestured at nothing. "We'll start when Jimin brings Yoongi back."

Jungkook made his way to the couch and was about to sit when Taehyung quickly pulled him away, causing him to sit on his lap.

"What the heck?" Jungkook spluttered, embarrassed. He was indeed sitting on a boy's lap. Being so close to Taehyung, he noticed some features he didn't notice before, such as how his eyelids were lopsided and he had a mole on the underneath of his nose.

"That's Yoongi's seat. He'll burn anyone who sits on it. Trust me, I learnt it the hard way." Taehyung explained. "Huh, you're pretty cute."

Jungkook felt his ears go red.

"Enough flirting, let's start." Hoseok groaned, pushing Seokjin off him. He finally moved, pulling up a chair and sitting next to Namjoon. Hoseok took a few deep breaths, clutching his ribs.

"I'm back!" Jimin burst into the room, holding Yoongi's wrist. "And I brought Little Meow Meow!"

"Don't call me that!" Yoongi shook Jimin's hand off his wrist, walking to the couch and plunging into his seat.

"Okay, let's just jump into it." Namjoon tugged the whiteboard to him and uncapped a marker. He began writing on its surface, the marker squeaking.

"Yoongi, you're in charge of killing Mr Kim Junmyeon and destroying his apartment, and make sure he's in before you do that. You can make it seem like an electrical fire or anything, it's your call. Do it before he leaves for work tomorrow." Namjoon passed Yoongi a map, who folded it, shoving it in his pocket.

"Kim Junmyeon, the Minister of Home Affairs," Jungkook said. "Why would the school or government want him dead?"

Yoongi shrugged his shoulders, twirling his lighter in his fingers.

"Anyways, that's done. Now, let's set up a welcome party to our newest member, Jung Jungkook!"

Jimin jumped up from his seat, clapping hard.

"It's Jeon, sir, not Jung." Jungkook sighed slightly.

"Sorry about that, Jeon Jungkook and don't call me sir. Call me Namjoon."

"Why do we have to plan a party for the newbie? I didn't get a party when I first came here." Taehyung leaned back into his chair, hands behind his head and legs propped on the table.

"Because, he's different. You joined due to the anger management programme, like the most of you. He signed up on his accord." Namjoon glared at Taehyung, who slowly lowered his legs.

"That's great! A party's always fun!" Jimin exclaimed, grabbing Jungkook's hands. Jungkook laughed awkwardly, staring at his hands that were held by Jimin's tiny ones. Hoseok scoffed.

"Stop hitting on the new guy, Jimin. He's already uncomfortable enough." Hoseok took off his shades and folded them. Sliding them into his pocket, he stared at Jimin with his piercing raven eyes. Jimin let go of Jungkook, raising his hands up.

"The party should have lots of balloons, and decorations!" Jimin got up from his chair, gesturing to the walls of the room. "We can buy balloons which spell WELCOME and hang it here! What flavour of cake do you like?"

"Vanilla's cool."

"Vanilla's lame," Taehyung cut in. "I vote for chocolate."

"It's Jungkook's party, Tae." Jimin pouted. "Vanilla it is." Taehyung sighed, resting his head on the table.

"We can get a cake using our budget, but the balloons are a no-no." Seokjin informed Jimin, pressing on a calculator. "If we get those balloons, we wouldn't have enough cash to get me that new scope I applied for last year."

"Your scope can wait, hyung," Jimin retorted.

"I- I don't need the balloons, Jimin." Jungkook rested a hand on his shoulder. "Seokjin may need that scope anyway."

"Okay, if you say so." Jimin's eyes were fixated on Jungkook's hand, which was quickly returned to his side.

"So, it's decided. A vanilla cake to celebrate our newest member. Seokjin, I hope you don't mind getting it for us." Namjoon gave him a weak smile. Seokjin nodded in response. Pushing himself of the couch, he stood in front of the whiteboard. Taking the marker from Namjoon, he began to write.

DA RULES

1. No Killing In The ClubRoom
2. No Swearing In The ClubRoom
3. No Fighting In The ClubRoom
4. No Stealing Of Targets
5. No Sabotaging Of Members
6. No Snitching On Members
7. No Withholding Pay Of Members
8. No Killing Mr Choi
9. No Killing The Principal
10. No Killing Of Members' Families
11. No Sexual Intercourse In the ClubRoom

"Let's just go over the rules of The Killing Club, for Jungkook's sake. And it seems that some has forgotten them anyways." Seokjin directed the last few words at Hoseok, giving him a thumbs down.

"Number 1, No Killing in The Club Room. Simple, everyone follows that. It's hard to scrub blood of these walls." Seokjin explained. "I tried to scrub blood off my bedroom floor and it took about a whole day."

"The second rule is useless," Hoseok argued. "All I get is thumbs down from Seokjin after I say something like fuck."

Seokjin frowned.

"It's because you're not worth my middle finger."

"Damn, I got to admit, that stings," Hoseok said, clutching his chest.

"Anyways, the rest of the rules probably don't need explaination. Just follow them and we're good."

"What's with the last rule? That's new," Jimin asked, raising his hand.

"I found a used condom last week, and I do not, I repeat, DO NOT want to see that again." Seokjin banged his fist on the whiteboard. "Do you know how much cum stinks after it's been exposed to air for a long time? It freaking stinks!"

"Oops," Hoseok muttered under his breath.

"Speaking of Mr Choi, is it true that he is in charge of our club?" Jungkook raised a question. He personally didn't mind him, he was a nice teacher who let Jungkook sleep during class, but there was something about him which tickled his spider sense.

"Ah, Mr Choi. Every club needs to have a teacher in charge, and Mr Choi just happened to be available. He doesn't participate in our activities, he just signs stuff and passes Namjoon our salary from the higher ups. All the adult stuff, ya know?" Seokjin explained it for Jungkook.  "It's nice to have questions, so you won't be confused later on."

"Alright! Let's begin!" Jimin clasped his hands together, excitedly.

"Begin what?" Jungkook felt an odd chill down his spine.

"The Ritual."