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.

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It was 9:23 pm, and Jungkook and Taehyung stood outside Club Cypher, a gay bar which was open all days of the week till late in the morning. Jungkook wasn't exactly supposed to leave the house without informing anyone, but it's not like anyone would go looking for him. The club was in a shady part of town, where a lot of murders happened.

(It's not like Taehyung or Jungkook were scared as Taehyung had a loaded handgun in his jacket.)

"C'mon, let's go." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded and followed him to the entrance of the dingy building with flashy lights on it. The man in the front asked them for their ID's, saw them, and let them in.

Jungkook was dressed up a little, wearing tight leather pants and a black t-shirt. Taehyung was in a nice shirt and skinnies, a bandana tying his hair back.

The club was crowded, filled with 'straight' men and drunk druggies. There was a boy on the stage, making spins around a pole while men crowded around the stage and threw money onto it, making him smirk.

"Is that him?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook shrugged.

"I don't know what he looks like." Jungkook said, and Taehyung groaned, because he didn't want this to be difficult. He just wanted to get this over with.

They both walked over to the bar, where a man was spinning drinks in metallic jars and pouring out fruity concoctions. He looked at Taehyung and Jungkook and became alert.

"Hi, how can I help?" He asked, relatively lively for such a dingy place.

"Do you know where we can find Park Jimin?" Taehyung asked, and the guy snickered.

"He's not performing today, man. His shows are only from Fridays to Sundays. And it's Wednesday." The dude said, and Taehyung sighed, looking away in annoyance.

"Is-is he here, though?" Jungkook asked, and the man blinked.

"Why, you want a lap dance or something?" The dude asked, looking at Jungkook, who's cheeks tinted a little.

"Um... yeah. Sure." Jungkook lied quickly, and the guy pursed his lips, probably scoffing internally.

"He's in the dressing room with the other strippers." The bartender said, and both the boys nodded, happy to get some information. They both had to find this Park Jimin dude and fucking murder him.

Once they walked away from the bar, Jungkook grabbed Taehyung's arm tentatively. "I-I don't want a lap dance!" Jungkook hissed, and Taehyung snickered.

"I'll get one for you." Taehyung said, and Jungkook rolled his eyes and huffed. Taehyung looked at Jungkook, a cocky grin on his face.

"Have you ever been to a strip club before? Or a.. nightclub?" Taehyung asked, and saw as Jungkook's cheeks tinted.

"I met you at one, idiot." Jungkook mumbled, and Taehyung snickered, and then placed his hand on Jungkook's lower back, as if leading him a certain way.

Jungkook flushed and tried to focus on finding the dressing room. They saw some of the boys dressed in thongs and such walking to a certain hallway when they got off stage, so Jungkook and Taehyung went up to one of the boys.

"Hey, can you tell us where the dressing room is?" Jungkook asked, and the boy looked at Jungkook and scoffed.

"Guests are not allowed to go in there. Strippers only," The guy said, and Jungkook cursed under his breath. Suddenly, the boy (who was in a pink thong and pink crop top) drifted his eyes over and caught Taehyung. The boy smirked.

"Can I help you with anything sir?" The boy asked, placing his hand on Taehyung's chest, giving him an obviously flirty look.

Taehyung's eyes widened, amused, and then he looked at Jungkook and gave him a look. Jungkook nodded, understanding what he was trying to say. Taehyung looked at the boy and smirked back.

"I think you can," Taehyung whispered, cornering the boy into the wall. The boy blushed and then began whispering into Taehyung's ear, who just smirked and bit his lip, pretending to be interested.

While Taehyung did that, Jungkook slipped past them and walked quickly towards the dressing room, walking past some sweaty men who gave him looks. He reached the dressing room, and then opened it slightly.

The humidity from the room instantly hit Jungkook in the face, and he coughed a little. God, the room was full of sweaty young boys in tight clothes, all laughing or yelling or something. One was snorting a line of coke. One was completely naked. Jungkook's sure he saw one dude just bent over a table, getting fucked by another dude.

"O-oh my god," Jungkook whispered to himself, suddenly feeling really timid and out of place. He'd feel more comfortable in a room full of murderers and guns, y'know, home.

He saw a boy, the only one looking a bit calm in this hectic place. He had blonde curly hair and big eyes, and was applying eyeshadow to his eyelids while staring at a small mirror, perched on a small seat.

"Excuse me?" Jungkook asked, and the boy slowly turned to him. "Do-do you know where I can find Park Jimin?"

The boy smiled, surprising Jungkook. First proper smile he's seen in this place. "That would be me!" The boy chirped.

The boy, Jimin, stood up, and Jungkook felt a little less embarrassed because he was in a big white shirt- at least some clothes.

"Are you the new stripper? Shit- I totally forgot you were coming today! I'm supposed to show you around-"

"No- um- I'm not. Can I talk to you outside?" Jungkook asked, and the boy looked confused but nodded. He walked outside the dressing room, and closed it behind him. Phew, thank god, finally some silence.

"You look really young.. how old are you?" Jimin asked, and Jungkook scoffed mentally because he's the one who should ask that.

"I-I'm 18."

Jimin suddenly giggled, and Jungkook noticed how he was a little taller than him- but then realized he was wearing heels. "Aw, is it your birthday? Let me guess, you want a lap dance because you're finally an adult?" Jimin asked with a coy smirk, and Jungkook widened his eyes.

"Um. Yes." Jungkook said quickly, because he needed to get Jimin alone in a room (to, y'know, kill him) and he couldn't think of any other way.

Jimin smiled again, and gosh, his smile was really adorable. "C'mon, let's get a private room, yeah?" Jimin said, and Jungkook nodded, feeling really out of place. He had never done this before.

"Wait, let me just go call my.. um.. friend." Jungkook said, and Jimin nodded, and then his eyes got a little darker, probably putting on a lustrous front.

"Okay, I'll see you in there." Jimin whispered, leaning forward and mouthing his lips against Jungkook's ear (making him LOWKEY uncomfortable). Jungkook gave an awkward smile and then rushed off.

He found Taehyung with the same boy pinned against the wall, both making out roughly. Taehyung had his hands tightly on the boy's waist, and Jungkook rolled his eyes and then tapped Taehyung on the back.

Taehyung pulled away, panting, and saw Jungkook.

"I found him." Jungkook said softly, and Taehyung's eyes widened. He quickly turned to the boy who he was making out with, whispered something into his ear, and then the boy giggled and walked away.

"Cool. I was just- um- distracting that guy. Anyways, where is he?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook snickered.

"I got a private room with him. Aren't I great? So, when do you wanna kill him?" Jungkook asked, and Taehyung hummed.

"Sooner the better." Taehyung said, and Jungkook nodded. They both walked toward the private room where Jimin said he was and Jungkook entered. Jimin turned around when they came in, and smirked,

Taehyung's eyes widened a little. "Damn," Taehyung let out, seeing the blonde haired boy with his plump lips and rosy cheeks. Jungkook huffed and snacked his arm lightly, not liking that he kept getting sidetracked.

"Wow, your friend's cute too," Jimin said, and Taehyung smirked and walked up to him.

"Am I?" Taehyung whispered, and Jimin hummed, placing his hands on Taehyung's chest and tilting his head a little.

Jungkook rolled his eyes. Suddenly, a loud ringing sound filled the room.

Jimin took out his phone, which was ringing. Taehyung, meanwhile, stepped away from him and walked to Jungkook.

"He's cute." Taehyung whispered, and Jungkook cocked his eyebrow. "I think I'll shoot him in the stomach. Don't wanna ruin his pretty face."

Jungkook felt a little disgusted at those words, but just nodded, seeing Taehyung snicker like it was no big deal. Jungkook saw as Jimin let out a sorry and pressed his phone to his ear.

"Hi Grandma- can-can I call you later? I'm at work right now. It's alright, don't apologize, it's fine! Yes, I got your medicine. I'll give it to you tonight. Don't worry Gran. Love you." Jimin said, and then cut the phone, and looked at Taehyung and Jungkook.

Both of them had their eyes widened, faces paled. "Sorry for that- my grandma has Alzheimer's so she only calls sometimes, I hope that wasn't a problem." Jimin said, and Jungkook gulped.

"You.. live with your grandma?" Jungkook asked, rather fearfully.

"No no, she lived in an old age home. But I do give money so she can, y'know, live. Why else would I work at such a dingy place? Fuck, I'm venting to strangers. Sorry. Who wants to go first?" Jimin asked, pretending like he didn't just say the saddest shit Jungkook had heard.

"Um. Once sec, Jimin, I just need to talk to him for a sec." Jungkook squeaked, and then grabbed Taehyung's hand and lead him out of the room. The moment the door closed, Jungkook gasped.

"We can't kill him!" Jungkook hissed, and Taehyung pursed his lips.

"Don't tell me his little story about his grandma got you all sad?" Taehyung asked, and Jungkook gave him a look, and saw as Taehyung sighed and rubbed his face.

"Okay, that was sad. We-we won't kill him.. today. We'll kill him tomorrow or something. It's cool, we still have a week, right?" Taehyung said, and Jungkook sighed.

"Fine, fine. We'll.. kill him tomorrow. Unless we find another Park J-"

"We won't, Kook. I don't wanna waste my time over this, alright? He's the one we're killing, and that's final. Just.. not today. Tomorrow." Taehyung said, and Jungkook sighed.

"Fine."

"Fine."

Jungkook and Taehyung both looked at each other angrily for like, three seconds, and then Jungkook spoke up.

"We should go before he comes out and gives one of us a lap dance." Jungkook said, and Taehyung nodded.

"Yup." Taehyung said, and they both ran out of that place.

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