VENDETTA | VKOOK

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idk why yall cant comment every line wtff what is happenign ):

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"Here's what I've shortlisted. Drug addicts, depressed people, hookers, murders, or maybe some really racist dude." Jungkook said, and Taehyung sighed.

"There has to be one crackhead named Park J- something." Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook hummed in response and sat down beside him.

The two of them were in a small room in the basement of the house where there were many laptops to work with. They were currently in alone, everyone else being busy or something. Taehyung was typing away on a laptop, searching up rehab centers and such.

Jungkook watched as Taehyung typed, fingers moving quickly. He leaned forward and noticed black ink on Taehyung's arm.

"Ooh, you have a tattoo-" Jungkook pointed out, seeing numbers etched on his skin. They were just numbers, Jungkook tilted his head.

"What does it mean?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung gave him a look which indicated he wasn't in the mood.

"Don't you know how to mind your own business?" Taehyung snapped, and Jungkook pursed his lips and moved away, leaning back on his chair.

"Sorry." He mumbled out quickly, and Taehyung continued typing on the laptop.

"Ooh- there's a Park Jaehwa." Taehyung said, and Jungkook looked at the screen. It was some medical background of a rehab center.

"Ugh. He's 78 years old." Taehyung mumbled, and Jungkook sighed.

"Just pretend you slept with him," Jungkook said, and Taehyung cocked his eyebrow.

"Yeah, 'cause everyone will totally believe that. C'mon let's keep finding. We'll find someone." Taehyung said, and Jungkook hummed in response and opened another laptop.

He started searching up stuff on the dark web, about hookers and drug dealers and what not. After what seemed like hours, Jungkook finally found something and gasped.

"Found someone!" Jungkook said loudly, startling Taehyung. Taehyung turned to his screen and saw Jungkook click on some kind of strip club website(?) which displayed flashy words.

Fridays to Sundays : Special Performance by Park Jimin.

"Look- a stripper!" Jungkook said, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

"Strippers isn't the best choice, Jungkook. They have normal lives like the rest of us," Taehyung said, and Jungkook clicked more around the website, trying to get more information.

"Yeah, but this strip club's known for having broke ass strippers who end up selling their bodies anyway." Jungkook said, and Taehyung suddenly seemed a lot more interested.

"Oh, shit, really? Okay- what's his name? Jimin? How old is he?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook tried searching him up on social media but didn't find anything.

"Can't find anything." Jungkook said, and Taehyung placed his hand on Jungkook's thigh without realizing.

"Why don't we just go to the club tonight and try and find him? These hookers are always hooked onto crack and have terrible attitudes. It'll be easy to kill him behind the club. It's not like the owners care anyway." Taehyung said, and then looked at Jungkook, who's cheeks were tinted.

"Um- y-yeah okay." Jungkook said quickly, and Taehyung's eyes trailed to his hand on Jungkook's thigh, and quickly took his hand away.

"Cool. Be ready by 9 pm." Taehyung said, and then stood up and walked out of the room, leaving Jungkook a little flustered inside.