WELCOME TO THE CLUB

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Jungkook sat in the clubroom on the sofa, tapping his foot on the floor. The rest of the members went to rescue Yoongi, however they didn't want Jungkook to follow as it was "dangerous".

"If it's so dangerous, why did they leave you behind?" Jungkook turned to Taehyung, crossing his arms. Taehyung raised his arms and placed it behind his head.

"Because I'm useless in these kind of situations. I barely know hand to hand combat and I'm only good at infiltrations using my good charms and looks." Taehyung replied, a proud smirk on his face.

"Charms and looks?" Jungkook scoffed. "Don't make me vomit all over you."

"You're not hot stuff, either." Taehyung scowled, leaning in closer to Jungkook. "You just have a pretty face and that's it. You're not special."

"Damn, who hurt you?" Jungkook got up from the sofa, walking away.

"Hey, where are you going? Namjoon said we're not supposed to leave."

"I'm going to talk to the principal."

"He's dead, remember?"

Jungkook paused. He blinked at Taehyung, raising his eyebrows. Suddenly, a look of realisation washed over his face and he waved his hand away.

"You probably don't know yet, it's fine. Just stay here." Jungkook said, leaving the room. Taehyung stared at him as he closed the door behind him.

"What does that even mean?" Taehyung muttered to himself. "I'm on babysitting duties anyway, I guess I'll follow him."

Taehyung walked over to Seokjin's locker and unlocked it easily. Taking out a brand new pistol, he slipped it into the back of his pants and left the room, following Jungkook.

....

Seokjin stood over the dead bodies on the floor as blood pooled on the floor.

"I think that's enough for today," Seokjin called out. Hoseok came out from a classroom, holding someone by the collar.

"Just one more?" Hoseok placed his blood drenched knife to the man's neck.

"No, just interrogate him." Seokjin walked away, carefully avoiding the bodies and the blood. "I'll find the others."

Hoseok clicked his tongue, throwing the man aside. Squatting down, he slid the knife down the man's body slowly, taunting him with it. Tapping on the name tag, Hoseok used his knife to cut it away and get a closer look at it.

"So, Jaebeom, is that your name?" Hoseok asked. The man nodded, scared for his life.

"Do you happen to know a friend of mine, Min Yoongi? I heard your school's Student Council took him." Hoseok crossed his arms, the knife still aimed at Jaebeom.

"I...I don't know any Yoongi," Jaebeom answered, his lips quivering in fear.

"Anything you can tell me about your Student Council then? Be careful what you say next, it will decide if you'll be the only survivor of this massacre of mine, or you'll be joining your friends in Hell."

"Our Student Council... they said your school k-killed one of them, so... they were going to do the same."

"Where can I find them?"

"Basement."

"You guys have a basement? The principal must have invested a lot in this Student Council."

Jaebeom nodded silently.

"Where can I find him?"

"His office, which is also in the basement."

"You're doing great, now tell me how to go there."

"There's a s-secret passage that looks like a fire exit but it's really the way down. It has a big B on the door. It's j-just down the hallway."

Hoseok got up, smiling.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation," Hoseok said. He extended his hand, offering to help Jaebeom up.

Jaebeom took it and got up when suddenly Hoseok pulled him closer and plunged the knife into his abdomen.

Blood spilled from Jaebeom's lips as he held his stomach in pain. Stepping back, he stared at Hoseok with wide eyes as his body trembled weakly.

"W-Why? You said-" Jaebeom collapsed, joining the rest of the dead bodies on the floor.

Hoseok sniffed, before spitting on the bodies.

"You took one of us, now die."