Vengeance

CHAPTER: 3 THE MASTER PLAN

A Week Later

Yoongi's perspective

The room reeked of ambition and the lingering scent of our impending deal with the Thai drug dealer. Ketamine, the elusive golden ticket in the drug market, promised to be our stairway to heaven-or hell, depending on your perspective. Namjoon and I, architects of our illicit empire, huddled over plans that would elevate us to the upper echelons of the underworld.

But let me tell you, cutting a deal with a Thai drug dealer is not a sweet little tea party. It's a delicate waltz on the cliff of danger, with manipulation, persuasion, and a sprinkle of seduction. Enter Jimin, our secret weapon - innocence personified, wrapped in a lethal package. His charm was more dangerous than a loaded gun, and angels wept at the mere sight of his captivating face.

As I wrapped up a conversation about the impending drug delivery at the port, a knock shattered the room's dark atmosphere. Namjoon, without batting an eye, summoned the messenger inside. A shady figure entered, delivering an envelope that held the promise of valuable information. My curiosity sparked like a matchstick, and I demanded to know the secrets within.

Namjoon unveiled a picture - a snapshot of the girl he'd mentioned a week earlier, flanked by her formidable friends who looked like they could give Chuck Norris a run for his money. "I thought it might be helpful if we recruit them as our fighters," Namjoon explained, presenting another image of a boy and a girl who probably had black belts in kicking ass.