WELCOME TO THE CLUB

dieciocho

Hoseok stood in front of the fire exit with a big letter B. Twirling his knife in his right hand, he knocked on the door two times.

"Who is it?" A muffled voice came from behind.

"Erm, it's Jaebeom," Hoseok shrugged to himself, rolling his eyes.

No one is that stupid, Hoseok thought to himself.

The door swung open, revealing a female student staring at him.

"Holy shit, it actually worked," Hoseok exclaimed.

Her eyes widen, her eyes shifting from the knife in his hand to the blood on his clothes.

"Y-you're not Jaebeom," she stuttered. She reached out to close the door but Hoseok quickly stuck a foot out, preventing her from doing so. She spun around to cry out for help but Hoseok plunged the knife deep into her back, blood splurting onto his face. A ear piercing scream echoed down the staircase as her body fell to the ground. Whimpering, she tried to push herself away from Hoseok, tears flowing from her eyes.

"P-Please, spare me," she pleaded, grabbing onto Hoseok's shoes. Kicking her against the wall, he pulled out a second knife from his left sock and drove it straight into her throat. Her eyes bulged out as her trembling hands reached towards her neck. Blood filled her mouth and her words became a gurgling mess.

Hoseok left her there, making his way down the staircase. Hearing numerous heavy footsteps coming up towards him, a sinister grin creeped up his face.

"It's been a while since I had a good killing spree."

...

Namjoon and Jimin found Seokjin's car, but to their surprise, Seokjin was gone. Yoongi was fast asleep at the back, curling into a ball, snoring slightly.

"Yoongi hyung looks adorable when he sleeps, doesn't he?" Jimin remarked, watching him from outside the car. Namjoon was calling Seokjin again, looking around his surroundings.

"Hey-"

"Where are you, Kim Seokjin? You asked us to meet you but you disappear on your own!"

"Calm down Joonie, I'm going back to JungHwa, I think Hoseok needs backup."

"Hoseok? Backup? Those two words do not belong together."

"Doesn't matter, I'm still going to shoot some fuckers down."

"Okay, so what do we do while waiting for you two to finish partying around?"

"I don't know, check on Jungkook and Taehyung?"

"You're right, call me when you two are done."

Namjoon hung up the phone, tucking it into his pocket. Going into the driver's seat, he beckoned Jimin to get into the car.

"Come on, we have to get him back to school."

...

Hoseok wiped the blood of his knife on the clothes of the last student, dropping her to the ground. He looked behind him, admiring the pile of bodies he left still bleeding out from their numerous cuts and stabs. Walking further down, he came to another door, a sign in with big red bold letters written on it.

PRINCIPAL

"So much for being secretive," Hoseok muttered, pushing the door open. He quickly dodges the bullet that wizzed past his left ear, nipping it slightly. The principal, a middle aged woman in her late thirties, Hoseok presumes, had a revolver aimed at Hoseok's head.

"Stay back!" She shouts, loading another bullet. Hoseok doesn't move. He raised his hands up slowly, his knife hanging from his thumbs.

Another bullet whizzes past Hoseok, this time from behind. It hit her in the chest, blood staining her dress. She cried out in pain, dropping the revolver in her hand. Clutching onto her chest, her blood poured out everywhere, her cool demeanour gone and her body shaking in fear.

"Seokjin," Hoseok whined, throwing his hands up in the air. "I thought you said you'll let me handle it."

Without a single word, he shoots another bullet into her stomach, and another into her leg.

"Goddamn, what did she do to you?" Hoseok placed a hand on Seokjin's gun, lowering away from the principal, who was on the ground. Her wounds bled profusely, a puddle already forming beneath her.

"It's alright, my spy should already be in place, you will all die anyway," she muttered. "My death shall mark the downfall of your miserable Killing Club."

"Did she just say spy?" Hoseok raised an eyebrow. He flung the knife in his hand at her, landing perfectly between her eyebrows. Her body slumped back onto the floor, dead.

"Shit, I think she did," Seokjin waved his gun in the air, cooling the barrel. "Who could it be though?"

"I don't think it's us-" Hoseok had a look of realisation wash over him. "Holy shit, it's the new kid."

"The new kid? You mean Jungkook?"

"He's the fucking spy! And he's with Taehyung right now!" Hoseok sprinted up the stairs at full speed. Lifting up his shirt, he revealed another curved knife, spinning it in his hand.

"I'll tell Namjoon about this right away," Seokjin whipped out his phone. " You go kill that son of a bitch!"

...

Taehyung stood outside the Principal's office, his eyes as wide as china plates.

Jimin said the Principal was dead, yet he was alive and well, and even talking to Jungkook. He pulled out his gun, about to load it.

"Taehyung, you don't have to do that!" The principal's voice called out to him, giving him a fright. "Come in."

Taehyung stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. His eyes shifted from Jungkook to the Principal, then back to Jungkook.

"Mr Aw, how are you still alive?"

"Call me Comet, Taehyung, and I'm alive because I want to be."

Taehyung felt something strange about the Principal, the way he talked, the way he moved, it was unfamiliar, almost like a stranger.

"What's going on?" Taehyung lowered his gun, however his guard was still up.

"Nothing really, we're just discussing how your story ends," Jungkook replied.

"Story? What story?"

"Your story, Kim Taehyung. You see, I didn't join this club just for fun, not like why the book says i did."

"The book?"

"Just listen to me. I came here for one reason, to destroy The Killing Club."