WELCOME TO THE CLUB

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Jungkook knocked on the Principal's door politely.

"Come in."

He opened the door, revealing The Principal sitting in his chair, sucking on a lollipop. Closing and locking the door behind him, he sat down in front of him, leaning into the back of the chair.

"So, you killed yourself? Why?" Jungkook asked.

"Because I can," The Principal replied with a smug look on his face. "Besides, it's crucial for a later part. Anyway, let's talk about why you're really here."

"Sure," Jungkook raised his eyebrows, crossing his arms across his chest. "Straight to the point. Mister Comet. Let's see, for starters, where is Yoongi?"

"Don't worry about him, Jimin and Namjoon are handling that side of the story as we speak."

"What about Hoseok and Seokjin?"

"Hoseok's probably hunting down the Student Council who's behind Yoongi's kidnapping. Seokjin's on his way to the other two, but, of course, something happens."

"Which is?"

"Read on to find out!"

...

Seokjin's shoes clicked noisily against the floor as he made his way out of the dead school. Pressing his phone to his ear, he tapped his right foot rapidly on the ground, his eyes shifting around.

"Kim Namjoon, what could be more important than my phone call? I've to make that one of the rules, always pick up the phone." Seokjin grumbled impatiently, his left arm akimbo on his waist.

"Hello?" Namjoon finally picked up the phone.

"Ah, finally. What took you so long to answer the phone?" Seokjin threw his hand up in the arm, annoyed.

"No time to explain. Jackson's alive and he's got Yoongi. I don't know where they're are, best guess is back to JungHwa. Are you there right now?"

"Yeah, Hoseok too. There's no one to go back to now, anyway."

"No one? Even the teachers? Principal?"

"Not sure about the Principal, but yep, Hoseok went off with that knife of his. I almost got blood on my pants. He can handle the Principal."

"But can you handle me?" A new voice suddenly rang from out, surprising. A barrel pressed against Seokjin's head from behind, causing him to drop the phone to the ground. He raised his hands up in the air, slowly turning around.

"You know, it's not nice to sneak up on people, let alone eavesdrop-"

Seokjin's voice froze in his throat.

He stared into Jackson's cold dead eyes.

"J-Jackson?" His voice trembled slightly, his hands shaking as well.

Yoongi was next to him, arm tightly gripped by Jackson.

"Hi, I'm here too," he said.

"Yeah, I noticed. But I noticed the guy who was supposed to be dead first. How the hell are you alive?" Seokjin scanned Jackson from head to toe. Everything looked normal. "What happened? Did they do some surgery on you? Do you have a metal arm?"

"I recommend you shut up about the metal arm and think about why is there a gun pointed at you." Jackson hissed, much to Seokjin's surprise. "Did you kill Jinyoung?"

"Who? I killed a lot of Jinyoungs in my life."

"The President. Of this school."

"Oh. Him. Yeah, I did. Shot him four times, one in the leg, one in the shoulder, one in the stomach and finally, one right here," Seokjin tapped on his forehead, smiling. He walked up to the barrel of the gun Jackson was holding, pressing his own forehead to it. "Go ahead, shoot me. I would love to die by a gun, how thrilling! The feeling of the bullet through my brain, oh what a rush!"

Jackson wrinkled his face in disgust and confusion, taking a step back. Suddenly, Seokjin grabbed the gun with his right hand, snatching it out of his hands. His left hand struck out, punching Jackson right on the jaw. Tumbling back, he let go of Yoongi as he fell back to the ground, dazed.

"Thanks," Yoongi quickly went to Seokjin's side. "Now, kill him."

"Why does he want to kill me though? Because I'm more handsome than him?"

"No, you dumbass. You killed his best friend or something."

"You killed my idol! My role model!" Jackson shouted, swinging his legs to knock Seokjin off his feet. Moving fast, Jackson leaped towards him, landing on top of him. His hands wrapped around his neck, choking him. Yoongi kicked Jackson's side, pushing him off Seokjin. Taking the gun from him, he pointed it at Jackson and squeezed the trigger.

"Did you seriously just fucking miss? At this range?" Seokjin coughed out. He got up and made some distance between him and Jackson. "Give me the fucking gun, there's a reason why you're an arsonist."

Yoongi grumbled silently to himself, tossing the gun to Seokjin, who caught it.

"Any last words, Jackson? I don't usually do this but we were friends once, so I'll spare you some final words." Seokjin cocked the gun, aiming it directly at Jackson's head.

"I hope you all burn in Hell."

"Nice choice."

Suddenly, Jackson grabbed the side of his neck, his eyes wide. Blood splurged through his fingers as he fell to his knees. Falling face first, his hand dropped to the side, revealing The King of Spades sticking out from his jugular.

"Oh come on! Jimin, that was my kill!" Seokjin kicked the ground, frustrated. "You know what, I'm just gonna shoot him once, just in case."

He fired, blasting a hole into the back of Jackson's head. Seokjin blew on the tip of his barrel, the smoke dancing in the air. Picking up his phone, he slipped it back into his pocket.

"So that's done." Yoongi said, his hands trembling. "Seokjin, catch me."

"Wh-"

Yoongi fell into Seokjin's arms, weak.

"Sorry, no energy. Tired," Yoongi explained, his eyes closing. "Pain. So much pain."

"You did well, Yoongi." Seokjin held him as he patted his head softly. "You did well. Rest now, I'll bring you back."

He lifted Yoongi easily, carrying him bridal style. Tucking the gun back into his waistband, he walked towards their car and placed him in the backseat. Taking out his phone, he dialled Jimin.

"Where are you?" Seokjin asked into the phone as Yoongi slept soundly on his lap.

"In the school, we're finding Hoseok."

"Did you really have to kill Jackson? I had him!"

"I wanted to test if I could snipe using a card. Turns out I can."

"How far were you anyway?"

"Not that far, but you guys didn't see me, so I say it's an impressive feat."

"Whatever loser, doesn't change the fact you stole my kill. Anyway, I got Yoongi, we're in the car. Just come back when y'all done."

"Alright."

Seokjin hung up, placing his phone back into his pocket. Looking at Yoongi, he noticed some bruises around his body, especially his neck.

"Oh dear," He whispered as his smile disappeared. A cold stare replaced his warm soft gaze as anger filled his chest.

"What on Earth did they do to you?"