"Hyung I have been thinking about when we can tell Namjoon hyung about us," Soobin said hesitantly, glancing at Yeonjun. "He's also a hybrid, so we can tell him, can't we?"
Yeonjun frowned, concern evident in his eyes. "How can you trust Joon hyung that much? We've never told this secret to anyone, so why are you ready to tell Joon hyung now?"
Soobin shifted uncomfortably, searching for the right words. "I don't know... It's just that, even though he lives with the other hyungs, he always looks lost to me. Like he needs help but can't bring himself to ask for it. Maybe if we tell him our secret, he'll feel safe enough to tell us his."
Yeonjun sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I get what you're saying, but it's a huge risk. What if he doesn't react well? What if he tells someone else?"
"I don't think he will," Soobin said softly. "I've watched him for a long time, hyung. There's something about the way he looks at the world, like he's carrying a burden he can't share. We might be able to help each other."
Yeonjun studied Soobin's face, noting the sincerity in his eyes. "You really believe that, don't you?"
Soobin nodded. "I do. And I think he might be more like us than we realize."
"That's another thing," Taehyun interjected, leaning forward. "We're not even sure if Namjoon hyung is a hybrid or not. We need to confirm that first."
"Taehyun is right, Soobin-ah," Beomgyu chimed in, nodding in agreement. "We need to be certain before we make any plans."
Soobin looked thoughtful, considering their words. "How do we confirm it then?"
Hueningkai, who had been quietly listening, suddenly spoke up. "That's easy. Just prick his finger, collect a bit of his blood, and mix it with ours. If it repels, then we'll know for sure."
Yeonjun raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "That could work. But we need to be really careful. We can't just go up to him and ask for his blood. We need to find the right moment."
"Exactly," Taehyun added. "We need to be subtle about it. Maybe during training or when we're hanging out. Something that won't make him suspicious."
Beomgyu grinned, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I can distract him. Maybe get him to play a game or something while one of you gets the sample."
Hueningkai nodded enthusiastically. "And once we have it, we'll know for sure. Then we can decide the best way to approach him."
Yeonjun looked around at his friends, seeing their determination. "Alright, let's do it. We'll wait for the right moment and carry out the plan. But remember, we have to be absolutely discreet. No one else can know about this."
The others nodded in agreement, a sense of unity binding them together. Soobin felt a surge of hope. "Thank you, everyone. I know this is risky, but I really believe it's the right thing to do." The others smile and nod at him.
The five boys were deep in their discussion, each contributing ideas and plans to subtly get close to Namjoon, when the door to their hideout suddenly burst open. They all turned in shock as Seokjin stumbled in, his clothes fully covered in blood. In his arms was an unconscious, pale Namjoon, blood dripping from a deep bloody wound on his chest and shoulder, leaving a crimson trail behind them.
The five boys were frozen in their spots when they saw Namjoon laid on the sofa, showing no signs of movement. Terror gripped them as they anxiously awaited what their hyungs would say.
"Hyung... What happened? What happened to Namjoon hyung?" Soobin asked, mustering the courage despite his fear of learning the truth.
Seokjin, looking utterly drained, whispered, "Dead... He is dead. He died protecting the people who wanted to kill him."
The five boys were shocked to the core. They stood there, unable to move or say anything, as tears welled up in their eyes. The bond they had been trying to build with Namjoon was shattered before it even began.
Yoongi's voice trembled as he spoke, his guilt evident. "We were ambushed, and he died trying to protect us. We indirectly caused his death."
The room was filled with a heavy silence, broken only by the muffled sobs of the younger boys. Beomgyu's knees buckled, and he sank to the floor, covering his face with his hands. Taehyun clutched Hueningkai's arm, trying to steady himself as the weight of the loss crashed over them. Jungkook was hiding his face in Taehyung's neck while sobbing bitterly and hugging him tightly. Yoongi was staring at Namjoon like he lost his soul while Hoseok and Jimin were bawling while fisting their hands in anger blaming themselves for Joon's death.
"We... we didn't know," Hueningkai stammered, his voice choked with emotion. "If we had known where you went, this wouldn't have happened. We would have been there....to help you...."
Seokjin took a deep breath, trying to steady his own emotions. "Namjoon was always there for us, but we took him for granted. We were so caught up in our own struggles that we didn't see what we were doing to him. We pushed him to the point where he lost all his self-confidence and self-esteem."
Taehyun stepped forward, his eyes filled with tears and regret. "We were wrong, and you were wrong and we all are so sorry. We need to be better, for Namjoon hyung and for each other
Beomgyu's voice was barely above a whisper as he added, "We have to make sure no one else suffers like Namjoon hyung did. We need to learn from this and change."
Yeonjun looked at the younger boys, his face pale with grief. "We have to honor Namjoon hyung's memory by being the best versions of ourselves. We owe him that much."
Seokjin shook his head, his expression a mixture of sorrow and self-loathing. "But what good does that do now? It's too late for Namjoon. We let him down, and we can never take that back. He died thinking we hated him, thinking he was worthless. How do we live with that?"
Yoongi nodded, his face twisted with remorse. "We can't undo the damage we've done. Namjoon is gone, and it's because of us. We have to live with that guilt, knowing we failed him."
The room remained heavy with grief and regret, the weight of their actions pressing down on them. There was no solace to be found, only the cold, harsh reality of their mistakes. They had wronged Namjoon, and no amount of remorse could ever change that.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the empty, big mansion.
"Are you sure you will be good to Namjoon after this?"
All the boys looked towards the source of the voice, revealing it to be Madam Hana.
"What does that mean? Can Namjoon hyung be revived again? How is that possible?" Soobin asked, clinging to a glimmer of hope in this dreadful situation.
"If he were a normal human, he would have been dead. But the perks of being a strong hybrid give him one more chance to revive back to life," said Hana with full confidence.
"Really? Can Namjoon be brought back to life? Really? No jokes?!" Seokjin, still on his knees, asked desperately.
The five boys were stunned upon hearing the word "hybrid." They had never expected, even in their wildest dreams, to learn the truth in a situation like this. From their first meeting with Namjoon, they had sensed a familiar fragrance emanating from him. But they had dared not bring it up due to insecurities and the risks involved. Now, they had the answer just as Namjoon lay dead before them.
Yoongi, his voice trembling, asked, "How can we be sure this will work? What is your plan? "
"I was also terrified when I saw the state of Namjoon. But then I remembered he still needs to revive back to his original form. And when that happens, any type of wounds will naturally be healed. And today is the full moon day, the day when he would have been revived fully. But due to these unexpected circumstances, he will wake up, but we don't know what side effects there will be," explained Hana.
"For real? That's great then. If he can wake up, it's fine. All is fine," said Jungkook, his cheeks red from crying.
"Original Namjoon?! What is this about?" asked Taehyun, confusion evident on his face.
"It was again because of me when he got hurt and almost died when I shot him when I first came to know that he was a hybrid, his body shifted into three different personalities. " confessed Seokjin, his voice heavy with guilt.
The five were stunned, dread filling their expressions. What would Seokjin do when he found out that the boys he had known for five years had deceived him?
"When will he transform into his original form? And he will be okay, right? No doubts on it. Right?" asked Jimin, still wary of how Namjoon could revive. He wouldn't be able to handle the disappointment after clinging to a small hope.
"Let me show you something," said Hana, opening the first two buttons of Namjoon's shirt. The bloody wound was clearly visible, but along with it, so was the dark black tattoo of a wolf.
"If a hybrid dies, this tattoo also disappears. Since it's still there, it means that Namjoon is in the process of reviving," explained Hana.
Hearing this confirmation, all of them heaved a sigh of relief, the weight of uncertainty lifting slightly from their shoulders.
The boys sat in front of Namjoon's lifeless body, their faces etched with worry and exhaustion. For two hours, they remained in the same position, dressed in the same clothes, their minds consumed with fear and uncertainty. Seokjin, in particular, refused to move or even wash himself to remove the blood that stained his clothes. He was too traumatized to listen to anyone, his gaze fixed on Namjoon's still form, his heart heavy with guilt.
As the minutes ticked by, tension hung in the air like a heavy fog. The boys held their breath, waiting for any sign of life from their fallen brother. And then, suddenly, it happened.
A soft glow enveloped Namjoon's body, casting a warm light throughout the room. His hair, once dark purple and tousled, began to change color, shifting into a beautiful cream-brown hue that seemed to shimmer in the light. The wounds that marred his skin disappeared before their eyes, leaving behind unblemished flesh.
The boys watched in awe as Namjoon's chest rose and fell with each breath, a sign that life had returned to him. Tears welled up in their eyes as relief washed over them, and smiles slowly spread across their faces.
Seokjin let out a choked sob, his shoulders shaking with emotion. "He's... he's alive," he whispered, unable to believe the miracle before him.
The others gathered around Namjoon, their hands reaching out to touch him as if to reassure themselves that he was real. Jimin gently brushed a strand of hair away from Namjoon's face, his heart overflowing with gratitude.
Namjoon stirred, his eyelids fluttering open to reveal eyes that shone with renewed vitality. He looked around at his friends, confusion giving way to recognition as he took in their tear-streaked faces.
As Namjoon took his first shaky breath, a sense of hope filled the room, driving away the darkness that had threatened to consume them. The boys knew that their journey was far from over, but in that moment, they were filled with a sense of peace and gratitude for the miracle that had brought Namjoon back to them.
However, their relief was short-lived as they soon discovered that the Namjoon who had revived was not the Namjoon they knew. As he struggled to sit up, Namjoon's face remained stoic, his eyes clouded with confusion.
"My head... hurts... What happened?" he murmured, his voice weak and filled with wonder.
Soobin's eyes filled with tears of joy as he leaned in closer to Namjoon. "You're back, hyung. You're back with us," he said, his voice trembling with emotion.
Namjoon's face remained impassive as he looked around at the faces of the boys, each one filled with relief and love. "I am?" he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper, betraying his confusion.
As the others tried to explain what had happened, Namjoon's expression remained unchanged. It wasn't until they mentioned his name and their shared memories that his eyes widened in recognition.
"Byung-ho... my master..." Namjoon muttered, his voice distant as if recalling a distant memory.
The boys exchanged worried glances as Namjoon's memories began to resurface, but it soon became clear that the memories he was recalling were not the ones they shared together. Instead, they were memories of his time working with Byung-ho, his master.
The realization hit them like a punch to the gut. Namjoon had lost all memory of their time together, of the bonds they had formed, the laughter they had shared, and the love they had for each other. In its place were memories of a life they had no part in, memories that threatened to erase the precious moments they had shared.
For a long time, they tried to pressurize Namjoon, scolding him to remember his memories with them. But it seemed futile as Namjoon's mind remained clouded with memories of his past life.
The boys were stunned, their hearts heavy with grief and confusion. They had fought so hard to bring Namjoon back, only to have him return to them as a stranger. And now, they were faced with the harsh reality that their beloved soulmate may never remember the loving moments they had shared together.
As Namjoon struggled to make sense of the situation, his head spinning with confusion, the others desperately tried to jog his memory. They recounted cherished moments they had shared, inside jokes they had laughed at, and struggles they had overcome together. But Namjoon could only shake his head, his mind a jumble of disjointed memories.
" I don't remember any of this.." he murmured, his voice cold with a tinge of frustration.
The boys exchanged worried glances, their hearts aching at the sight of their friend's distress. They wanted nothing more than for Namjoon to remember them, to return to the person they knew and loved.
Just then, Joon-woo, the youngest baby member of their group, came running into the room. His eyes lit up when he saw Namjoon, and he rushed forward, throwing his arms around him in a tight hug.
"Big Joonie!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with love and affection.
Namjoon's head throbbed with pain, and he felt a trickle of blood run down his nose. The sudden rush of emotions overwhelmed him, and before anyone could react, he collapsed, his body going limp in Jungkook's arms.
Hana rushed forward, her hands gentle as she checked Namjoon's pulse. "He's okay," she reassured the others. "His memory is trying to come back too quickly, causing physical strain. He just needs time. He will regain his memory. "
Jungkook nodded, his expression grave as he cradled Namjoon's unconscious form. "We'll give him all the time he needs," he vowed, determination shining in his eyes.
With Namjoon in Jungkook's arms, the others dispersed, their hearts heavy with worry but also filled with hope. They knew that Namjoon would come back to them, in his own time, and they would be there for him every step of the way. As they retreated to their rooms to rest, they held onto that hope, knowing that their bond was stronger than any obstacle they faced.
After taking some time to refresh themselves with a lite cat nap of three to four hours the six boys and Hana assembled in the hall to discuss the events that had unfolded. The atmosphere was tense, each of them grappling with their own thoughts and fears.
As they sat in a circle, Seokjin spoke up, his voice determined. "I can't shake the feeling that today's attack was planned. Someone deliberately orchestrated everything to achieve their own agenda."
Yoongi nodded in agreement. "It's too much of a coincidence that So-Hoon was kidnapped by Namjoon. That's clearly a lie. Someone kidnapped both of them, and we need to find out who."
Hana listened intently, her expression grave. "Whoever orchestrated this attack knew that Namjoon is a hybrid and would recover even if killed. They knew deep secrets about us, but we don't even know who they are. It's unsettling."
The other boys,exchanged worried glances, their minds racing with possibilities. They had faced many challenges together, but this felt different. It was as if they were up against an enemy they couldn't see, a shadowy figure lurking in the darkness.
"We need to be cautious," Hoseok said, his voice tinged with urgency. " It is not necessary that it can be only Byung-Ho. We need proof as to who did it.We can't trust anyone until we know who's behind this."
Taehyung nodded in agreement. "We need to stick together and watch each other's backs. We can't afford to let our guard down."
Jungkook clenched his fists, his jaw set with determination. "We'll find out who's behind this and make them pay for what they've done. No one messes with us and gets away with it."
The tension in the room spiked as So-Hoon approached them with a man in a hoodie. So-Hoon needs to answer many of their questions.
"Hyung, I need to say something. I was not kidnapped by Namjoon. I was also not kidnapped by anyone. I voluntarily went with the kidnapper. And before you react, listen to this guy," So-Hoon explained, his voice tinged with urgency.
The others exchanged wary glances, their fists clenched in frustration at the thought of someone hurting their soulmate. But they had learned the hard way not to act hastily, to let reason prevail over emotion.
Seokjin stepped forward, his voice calm but firm. "Explain yourself. We're listening."
As the hooded man removed his hoodie, revealing his face, the others widened their eyes in shock.
"Kang Jongin!! You? What are you doing here? What is all this about?" asked Yoongi, his voice filled with disbelief.
"Who is he? Someone you know?" Beomgyu asked, speaking on behalf of the others who were equally puzzled by the stranger's presence.
"He is our old friend. He was the best friend of Chae-Yeong noona and Do-yun hyung. So-Hoon was also their friend. It was a group of four friends," explained Jungkook, trying to provide some context.
"But what do you have to do with the kidnapping of Namjoon and all?" Hoseok questioned, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"It's not only with the kidnapping of Namjoon," So-Hoon interjected, his voice filled with regret. "From the time I entered your house, Jongin and I have planned every step. All the attacks, problems were caused by us."
"WHAT? YOU TWO?" Seokjin roared, his anger evident in the redness of his ears.
"Listen to us first, hyung," Jongin pleaded, his eyes wide and innocent. "We planned all this just to make Namjoon confess that he is the real killer of Do-yun hyung and Chae-yeong noona. We received a message from an insider of Byung-ho that Namjoon killed his big sister and her husband."
"What? Chae-yeong noona is Namjoon's big sister!?" Taehyung exclaimed, realization dawning on all of them like a brick. The revelation hit them like a ton of bricks, leaving them stunned and reeling from the implications of what they had just learned.
Seokjin's fury was palpable as he stared at So-Hoon and Jongin, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "Leave Namjoon aside for now. Tell me, what were you doing all along this while? Were you involved in all the problems that occurred in the past? Tell me the truth!" he demanded, his voice trembling with anger.
So-Hoon tried to stammer out an explanation, "Hyung, we told you that we wanted to find the suspect..."
"ANSWER ME. YES OR NO," Seokjin roared, slamming his fist on the table, causing everyone to jump.
"Yes, it was me and Jongin," So-Hoon confessed, his voice barely above a whisper.
Seokjin's eyes burned with rage as he continued, "What about Jungkook and Jimin drowning in the water? What about Jungkook getting kidnapped and beaten? Why did you let that happen? And what about the rat poison bottle in the bin? Joon found it and suspected that you put it in the food. Was it true?" His voice grew louder with each question, his anger escalating by the minute.
So-Hoon flinched at Seokjin's words, struggling to meet his gaze. "Yes, it was all part of the plan. We needed to create enough chaos to force Namjoon to reveal himself," he admitted, his voice shaking.
Yoongi, who had been silent until now, stepped forward, his face a mask of controlled fury. "You mean to tell us that you put our lives at risk, that you hurt our brothers, all to make Namjoon confess to something you're not even sure he did?"
Jongin nodded, his face pale. "We thought it was the only way. The message we received from Byung-ho's insider was clear. We believed Namjoon was the key."
Jungkook, still processing the revelation, looked at So-Hoon with betrayal in his eyes. "So all those times I was in danger, it was you? You let it happen?"
Tears welled up in So-Hoon's eyes as he tried to explain. "I didn't want anyone to get seriously hurt. We tried to control the situations, but things got out of hand. I'm sorry, Jungkook. I really am."
Jimin, his voice trembling with hurt and anger, added, "And the rat poison? You made us suspect our own brother?"
So-Hoon nodded miserably. "It was another tactic to push Namjoon to the edge. We never intended for anyone to actually consume it. We just wanted to create doubt and pressure."
Seokjin's anger boiled over as he took a step closer to So-Hoon, his voice low and dangerous. "You betrayed our trust, put our lives at risk, and made us question our own family. Do you have any idea what you've done?"
Hoseok, his usually cheerful demeanor replaced with a grim seriousness, added, "Do you understand the consequences of your actions? You've caused us pain and suffering, and for what? A suspicion? A message from an unreliable source?"
So-Hoon and Jongin stood there, guilt and regret etched on their faces, unable to look their friends in the eye. The weight of their actions hung heavily in the air, a silent testament to the damage that had been done.
The sound of raised voices echoed through the hall, drawing Namjoon from his room. He stepped into the tense atmosphere, his presence immediately noticed by everyone.
"What's going on here?" Namjoon asked, his voice steady but filled with curiosity.
Seokjin turned to Namjoon, his expression hard. "After everything they've done, So-Hoon and Jongin can't stay in this house. They need to leave right now."
So-Hoon and Jongin fell to their knees, pleading. "Please, hyung, we only wanted what was best for you,for all of us. We wanted to find the killer," So-Hoon begged, tears streaming down his face.
Jongin nodded in agreement. "We never meant for things to go this far. We thought we were helping."
The six brothers remained unmoved, their anger and betrayal too fresh. Hoseok stepped forward, his voice firm. "You've hurt our little brother, put all of us in danger. You can't stay here after what you've done."
Jungkook, his eyes red with anger and hurt, added, "You made us suspect each other. You caused pain and suffering. We can't forgive that."
Jimin, his voice shaking with emotion, said, "You broke our trust. How can we ever look at you the same way?"
As the tension reached its peak, Namjoon stepped forward, his voice calm but authoritative. "They will stay."
"What!?? You heard everything, right? Then why? " Asks Yoongi.
Namjoon, having forgotten his memories with them, didn't fully grasp the depth of the situation or the history between them. He only knew that amidst the chaos, his instinct was to maintain some semblance of unity.
"I don't understand everything that's happened," Namjoon said, his voice steady but devoid of the warmth they once knew. "But they will stay. If anyone has a problem with that, they can take it up with me."
The six brothers exchanged uneasy glances, their emotions a mixture of relief and frustration. Seokjin, usually the most vocal, found himself struggling to respond to Namjoon's cold, authoritative tone. His anger was still simmering, but Namjoon's unfamiliar demeanor left him off balance.
So-Hoon and Jongin, though spared for now, stood awkwardly, their expressions betraying a lack of genuine gratitude. The icy aura surrounding Namjoon kept them silent, their usual bravado subdued in the face of his stoic command.
Namjoon's eyes, lacking the familiar spark of connection with his brothers, moved from one face to another. He felt like a stranger in his own home, surrounded by people whose emotions he couldn't fully understand. Despite his authoritative stance, a deep sense of isolation lingered within him.
Seokjin and Yoongi, sensing the tension in the room, decided it was best for Namjoon to rest. "Namjoon, you should go back to bed. You need to recover," Yoongi suggested gently.
The Namjoon standing before them was a completely different person. If it were the old Namjoon, he would have smiled, hugged one of his hyungs, and then gone back to his room to sleep. But this Namjoon was someone who had never received comfort, love, or kindness.
"What happened? Aren't you going to sleep again? Want a hug?" Jimin asked, extending his arms in a hopeful gesture.
Namjoon's response was cold and harsh. "You make such a noise in the middle of night and expect me to sleep? Ridiculous," he said, his face stoic and unyielding.
The others didn't say anything, knowing it would be hard to deal with this new version of Namjoon. They exchanged weary glances, understanding the challenge that lay ahead.
"Okay, we apologize. You can go; we will also retire to our beds," Seokjin said with a forced smile, trying to keep the peace.
Namjoon didn't smile back. Instead, he gave another sarcastic response. "Finally, some sense. Maybe now I can get some rest without your incessant chatter," he remarked, turning on his heel to head back to his room.
As Namjoon walked away, the brothers stood in silence, the weight of the situation pressing heavily on them.
Yoongi, always the voice of reason, tried to lighten the mood slightly. "We'll figure this out. It's going to take time, but we won't give up on him."
Jungkook, usually so energetic and optimistic, looked down at his feet. "It's just hard to see him like this. It's like he's a completely different person."
"We need to be patient," Hoseok said softly. "He's been through so much. We have to give him space to find himself again."
Seokjin sighed deeply, the weight of leadership heavy on his shoulders. "I know it's tough. But we have to stay strong for him and for each other."
Jimin, still stung by Namjoon's harsh words, forced a small smile. "We'll take it one day at a time. That's all we can do."
The brothers slowly dispersed, each lost in their thoughts. The house, once filled with warmth and camaraderie, now felt cold and uncertain. The road to healing and rebuilding their bond with Namjoon was going to be long and arduous, and they could only hope that, with time, they would find a way to bring their beloved brother back to them.
The next morning, Namjoon woke up early and found himself sitting at the dining table with a cup of coffee in his hand. The house was still quiet, the events of the previous night casting a heavy silence over the mansion.
The head chef, Mr. Park, came along with breakfast on a large tray. He paused when he saw Namjoon sitting alone. Mistaking him for the naive and overly compliant Namjoon of before, he seized the opportunity to threaten him for the monthly food money.
"Namjoon, you're up early. Good. Listen, it's time for the monthly food money. You know you yourself made the deal. Only two days left for the month to end. Hand it over, or there'll be consequences," Mr. Park said, his tone dripping with condescension.
Namjoon looked up slowly, his eyes cold and calculating. He didn't remember the specific arrangement but sensed an opportunity to assert himself. "Monthly food money, huh?" Namjoon repeated, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Mr. Park blinked, momentarily thrown off by the unfamiliar coldness in Namjoon's eyes. "Yeah, that's right. Don't act like you don't know. Now, hand it over."
Namjoon took a leisurely sip of his coffee before responding, his tone icy. "And what, exactly, are these so-called 'consequences' you're threatening me with?"
The chef, not used to this version of Namjoon, stammered slightly. "Well, you know...no money, no food. You don't want to starve, do you?"
Namjoon's lips curled into a smirk. "You really think starving me is going to get you what you want? Interesting tactic. Let me tell you something, Mr. Park. I don't respond well to threats."
Mr. Park took a step back, unnerved by Namjoon's demeanor. "I-I just need the money, Namjoon. You know how it is."
Namjoon stood up, towering over the chef. "Here's how it's going to work from now on. You provide the food, you do your job, and we'll discuss any financial matters like civilized adults. Try to threaten me again, and you'll regret it. Do we understand each other?"
Mr. Park swallowed hard, nodding quickly. "Yes, yes, of course. No need for any trouble. I'll just...I'll just get back to the kitchen."
Namjoon nodded curtly, watching as the chef hurried away. As he sat back down, he couldn't help but feel a strange satisfaction. The old Namjoon might have cowered or complied, but this new, savage side of him felt empowered by standing his ground.
When Seokjin and the others came into the dining room, they were surprised to see Namjoon already awake and sitting at the table with his coffee. The air was thick with tension from the night before, but Seokjin mustered a smile as he approached.
"Good morning, Namjoon," Seokjin greeted cautiously. Others just smiled at Namjoon.
Namjoon looked up from his coffee, his expression unreadable. "Good morning," he replied, then cut straight to the point. "Can someone explain to me about this 'monthly food rent'?"
The others exchanged confused glances. Yoongi frowned, clearly puzzled. "Monthly food rent? What are you talking about?"
Namjoon leaned back in his chair, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips. "Apparently, our esteemed chef decided to enlighten me this morning about a monthly payment for food. Funny, I don't recall ever agreeing to such terms."
Seokjin's eyes widened. "What? There's no such thing as a food rent, Namjoon. The only thing you ever insisted on paying was the house rent, even though we never asked you to."
Namjoon chuckled, a low, almost mocking sound. "Interesting. So, it seems I've been taken for a fool in the past. Not anymore."
Jungkook, still rubbing sleep from his eyes, looked at Namjoon with a mix of surprise and admiration. "What did you say to him?"
Namjoon's smirk widened. "I told him that if he ever threatens me again, he'll regret it. I think he got the message."
The brothers were taken aback, but also somewhat impressed. Hoseok's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Wow, Namjoon. That's... unexpected."
Taehyung nodded in agreement, a smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, you really put him in his place."
Seokjin, despite his initial shock, felt a swell of pride. "Well, it's good to see you standing up for yourself. But we'll need to have a talk with Mr. Park about this. There's no reason for you to be dealing with that."
Namjoon shrugged, taking another sip of his coffee. "Do whatever you want. Just make sure he knows not to try anything like that again."
Yoongi, always the practical one, looked at Namjoon with a hint of respect. "We'll handle it, Namjoon. But it's good to see this side of you."
As the conversation shifted to other matters, the brothers couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. Despite the loss of his memories, Namjoon was showing a strength and resilience they hadn't seen before. It was a small step, but it was something they could build on. The road ahead was still uncertain, but at least they knew they weren't facing it alone.
As the morning continued, the other five members also arrived for breakfast. Namjoon, still sitting with his coffee, became alert, his sharp eyes locking onto the five newcomers as if assessing a threat. The five boys felt a wave of nervousness wash over them under Namjoon's scrutinizing gaze.
For a moment, the tension was palpable, but Namjoon said nothing and resumed drinking his coffee. The others followed suit, quietly taking their seats and beginning to eat.
Yoongi, trying to break the silence, turned to Namjoon. "Namjoon, about that diary we found. The last lines written were, 'I killed her. I am the reason for big sister's death. Mind explaining it if you recalled your old memories"
Namjoon smirked, setting his cup down. "Someone was very clever and dangerous. They know a lot about me and my things."
The room fell silent again as everyone exchanged puzzled looks. Seokjin furrowed his brows. "What do you mean, Namjoon?"
Namjoon's eyes gleamed with a mix of sarcasm and disdain. "Think about it. If I really killed someone, why would I write it down in a diary? Isn't it weird for me to confess to such a thing in writing? Diaries are meant for recording good or bad memories, not confessions of murder. Plus sorry to say but i recalled everything but tha night of 23 April is still not clear. I didn't remember anything, also the image of my sister is blury, need time for that also. "
The others took a moment to process his words, and realization slowly dawned on them. Jungkook, always quick to understand, nodded. " It's okay. Take your time for your memories anf about diary...You're right. It doesn't make sense."
Hoseok added, "Whoever wrote that wanted to frame you. They knew exactly how to manipulate the situation."
Jimin, visibly relieved, smiled. "So, you're not the murderer."
Namjoon leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Of course not. Whoever did this wanted to create chaos and mistrust. They knew exactly how to get under our skin."
Seokjin sighed with relief, his shoulders relaxing. "We're glad to hear that, Namjoon. We were worried."
Beomgyu spoke up, his voice filled with gratitude. "It's a relief to know you're not the killer, hyung. We should be more careful about who we trust."
The atmosphere in the room lightened considerably as the brothers realized Namjoon was not guilty. They were thankful for his insight and felt a renewed sense of unity and determination to find the true culprit.
Namjoon's smirk softened into a rare, genuine smile. "Let's focus on finding out who did this. We need to protect each other and figure out who our real enemy is."
The others nodded in agreement, their resolve strengthened. They were mafias, after all, and they knew they couldn't let their guard down. Together, they would uncover the truth and bring justice for Chae-Yeong and Do-yun, and for Namjoon, who had suffered enough.
As they were discussing the recent events, a guard entered the room with a message. "What is it?" Seokjin asked, his voice cold and raised.
"An invitation to a masquerade party by Mr. Hong for his 59th birthday," the guard replied.
Taehyung smirked. "Old hog. How can he think that we won't know his intentions.That's clearly an invitation for a fight."
"Will we go?" Hueningkai asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Of course," Seokjin responded, his eyes narrowing. "It's time we took out our anger on something. It has accumulated too much since last night."
Namjoon, who had been quietly observing, spoke up with a stoic face. "I think we should take Hoon and Jongin along."
"Them? Why?" Taehyun asked, frowning.
"So they know their place and learn more about us," Namjoon replied calmly.
Jimin looked at Namjoon with a mix of surprise and admiration. "Joon... You... have become more amazing," he said, giving Namjoon a big smile.
Namjoon's eyes flickered with a hint of amusement. "Don't get too sentimental, Jimin. We're heading into a potential battlefield."
Yoongi nodded in agreement. "Namjoon's right. It's time they understand the stakes and what it means to cross us."
Taehyung leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening. "This should be interesting."
Hoseok clapped his hands together, trying to lighten the mood. "Let's get ready then. It's time to show Mr. Hong and everyone else what we're made of."
Jungkook, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. "And him giving us party is a thing that can't happen. We canceled deals with him, so he's rebelling against us."
V nodded in agreement. "Exactly. We go in strong, but we stay smart. This is about Mr. Hong trying to get back at us for the canceled deals, nothing more."
Hoseok asks Namjoon, curiosity in his eyes. "Namjoon, why did you allow So-Hoon and Jongin to stay with us after what they've done?"
Namjoon's eyes were cold and calculating. "We need to keep our enemies closer. If they are planning more conspiracies, we need to keep an eye on them."
Hoseok and the others exchanged glances, once again impressed by the different personality of Namjoon they were witnessing. This new Namjoon was strategic and unyielding, a far cry from the one who used to smile and seek comfort.
"You're right," Hoseok finally said, nodding in agreement. "We need to be vigilant."
The rest of the group murmured their assent, realizing that Namjoon's cold logic might be their best defense in the turbulent times ahead.
While the discussion was on, So-Hoon and Jongin came downstairs for breakfast. Seeing them the laughter and free atmosphere became suffocated.
"You two are coming with us for a party" Ordered Yoongi without looking at them.
Seokjin looking sternly at the two,says" Hoon, Jongin, you sure are coming with us. But remember, one wrong move and you're on your own."
Jongin, still looking a bit wary of Namjoon, nodded quickly. "Understood."
So-Hoon, although hesitant, agreed as well. "We'll follow your lead."
After the meal, the boys asking each other what to wear made Taehyung turn what was supposed to be a simple preparation into a full-blown fashion spectacle. The other eleven boys, initially excited about attending Mr. Hong's masquerade party, now found themselves exhausted after hours of trying on various outfits.
"Hyungs, this is the last one, I promise," Taehyung declared, holding up a sleek black tuxedo jacket adorned with intricate gold embroidery. "Jimin, this has got to be the one."
Jimin exchanged a weary glance with Seokjin before stepping forward reluctantly. "Tae, are you sure this is different from the last twenty you made me try?"
Taehyung's eyes widened in mock offense. "Of course, Jiminie! This one is special. It screams 'class and elegance'."
Jimin sighed but took the jacket from Taehyung's hands. "Alright, let's see."
As Jimin slipped into the tuxedo, Taehyung paced back and forth, examining every angle critically. "Yes, yes," he muttered to himself, "this is the look."
Jimin stepped out from behind the dressing screen, trying his best to muster some enthusiasm. "Well? How do I look?"
Seokjin, unable to contain his amusement, smirked. "Jimin, you look like a million bucks."
Taehyung clapped his hands together in delight. "Perfect! Absolutely perfect. Now, onto the next one!"
The others groaned in unison, but Taehyung's enthusiasm was undeterred. He marched over to the wardrobe, pulling out yet another set of outfits. "Yoongi-hyung, Jungkook, Hoseok, Beomgyu, Hueningkai, get ready! We have more to try!"
As the day wore on and the sun began to set, the boys continued their impromptu fashion show, Taehyung rejecting each outfit with an artist's precision. Despite their exhaustion, they couldn't help but be amused by Taehyung's dedication to finding the perfect ensemble for each of them.
Hours later, as they finally settled on their outfits, Taehyung stood back with a satisfied grin. "See? Wasn't that worth it? We're going to make a grand entrance tonight!"
The others exchanged knowing glances, secretly grateful for Taehyung's flair for fashion despite the marathon fitting session. With their outfits finally decided, they began to look forward to the masquerade party, knowing that Taehyung's meticulous attention to detail would ensure they stood out for all the right reasons.
The grand hall of Mr. Hong's mansion shimmered with opulence, the air thick with the scent of extravagance and intrigue. Twelve figures, each exuding an aura of authority and power, mingled amidst the masked crowd. These were the BTS and Cinq punch, renowned and feared as the undisputed kings of the underworld.
Seokjin, the eldest and most imposing of the brothers, stood with an air of confidence in his impeccably tailored suit. Beside him, Yoongi exuded a quiet intensity, his sharp eyes scanning the room with a keen awareness.
A distinguished elder from a rival mafia family approached them, his expression veiled behind a mask adorned with intricate patterns. "Ah, the young BTS group. How charming to see you here."
Seokjin's gaze hardened imperceptibly, but he maintained his composure. "Good evening. And to what do we owe this pleasure?"
The elder smirked knowingly, his tone dripping with condescension. "Oh, nothing in particular. Just curious to see if the tales of your prowess are as exaggerated as they say."
Yoongi's lips quirked up in a faint, knowing smile. "And what have you heard, exactly?"
The elder chuckled, a sound filled with thinly veiled mockery. "That youth sometimes lacks experience, no matter how impressive the title."
Hoseok, known for his charm and quick wit, stepped forward smoothly. "Ah, but don't mistake youth for weakness, my friend. We've proven our mettle where it counts."
Across the room, Taehyung and the others engaged in their own subtle dances of power and influence. Beomgyu, in his sleek attire, exchanged pleasantries with allies and rivals alike, his words laden with hidden meanings and alliances. Hueningkai, with his mask adorned with symbols of authority, effortlessly commanded attention without uttering a single word.
As the night wore on, the both the teams navigated the delicate politics of the masquerade with finesse. They exchanged pleasantries and barbed remarks with equal grace, their presence a testament to their dominion over the underworld.
It was late into the night, and the ambiance in Mr. Hong's mansion was charged with energy and intrigue. The dim lights cast a mysterious glow over the grand hall as the masquerade party continued with fervor. Mr. Hong, a figure of slight build with sparse white hair, stood elevated on a platform, commanding the attention of the remaining guests.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the ball dance!" His announcement sparked cheers and applause, prompting the guests to gather on the dance floor.
Among them, Namjoon, the youngest of the six brothers found himself approached by a provocatively dressed woman who danced provocatively and threw herself at him. Her intentions were clear, but Namjoon remained aloof, his attention focused elsewhere.
His older brothers, observing the scene with a mix of amusement and jealousy, were well aware of the peculiar atmosphere and the unfamiliar faces among Mr. Hong's men who had appeared in the hall. However, they knew how to handle such situations, choosing to enjoy the dance moment while keeping a watchful eye.
As the music played on and dancers swirled around them, Jimin was the first to abandon his own partner and quickly move to Namjoon's side during the partner change. In a show of solidarity, Yoongi, Hoseok, Taehyung, Jungkook, and finally Seokjin joined, forming a protective circle around Namjoon.Namjoon was amused by the possessive nature of the members but did not say anything.
Despite the attention from the woman and the curious gazes of others, Namjoon remained focused on analyzing the shifting dynamics of the room. The influx of unfamiliar faces did not escape his notice, and he silently contemplated the implications.
Meanwhile, his brothers danced gracefully with their respective soulmates, their movements fluid and synchronized. Amid the whispers and fleeting glances from other guests, the six brothers demonstrated their unity and strength, their bond evident in the harmony of their steps and the unspoken communication between them.
As the night progressed, the dance floor buzzed with excitement and intrigue. Both teams stood firm together, navigating the challenges posed by external distractions with poise and confidence, their unity serving as a formidable shield against any potential threats or manipulations in the enigmatic world of Mr. Hong's mansion.
The masquerade party continued, the atmosphere tense with the undercurrents of intrigue and danger. As the soulmates enjoyed their dance, they were acutely aware of the presence of Mr. Hong's men, who had been mingling suspiciously among the guests. The brothers kept their senses sharp, ready for anything that might unfold.
Suddenly, the music was interrupted by a commotion at the edge of the hall. Mr. Hong's men had captured So-Hoon and Jongin, dragging them into the center of the room. The two captives looked terrified, their eyes wide with fear as they were forced to their knees.
The crowd hushed, and a tense silence fell over the hall. One of Mr. Hong's henchmen stepped forward, brandishing a knife. "We have your friends," he sneered, addressing the Kim brothers. "Their lives are in your hands now."
Seokjin and Yoongi exchanged a glance, their expressions hardening. "We don't care about them," Seokjin said coldly. "Do whatever you want."
Yoongi nodded in agreement. "They mean nothing to us."
The henchmen's confidence faltered for a moment, and they looked to Mr. Hong for guidance. Before any further action could be taken, something unexpected happened. One by one, Mr. Hong's men began to stagger and then collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Gasps of surprise rippled through the crowd, and confusion spread like wildfire.
Namjoon, standing at the center of the room, let out a derisive laugh. "Is this all you can do? Ridiculous," he said with a smirk, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous light.
The brothers looked at Namjoon in astonishment, realizing that he had somehow incapacitated the attackers. Namjoon's aura was different, more commanding and confident than they had ever seen. He stepped forward, surveying the fallen men with disdain.
Mr. Hong, visibly shaken, tried to regain control of the situation. "What is the meaning of this?" he demanded, his voice trembling slightly.
Namjoon turned his gaze to Mr. Hong, his expression unreadable. "It means that your pathetic attempts to intimidate us have failed," he said calmly. "And if you think this is over, you're sorely mistaken."
Seokjin and Yoongi, along with the other brothers, quickly gathered around Namjoon, their presence forming a united front. They exuded an air of unyielding strength, ready to face any further threats.
The guests, sensing the shift in power, began to murmur among themselves, their fear of the BTS team and Cinq Punch growing. The masked faces in the room reflected a mix of awe and apprehension.
As So-Hoon and Jongin were released and stumbled back to their feet, they looked at Namjoon with a mixture of gratitude and unease. Namjoon's intervention had saved them, but his cold, calculating demeanor left them uncertain about their place in the group.
With a final, contemptuous glance at Mr. Hong, Namjoon turned to his brothers. "Let's leave," he said, his tone brooking no argument. "We've had enough of this charade."
As they made their way out of the hall, the crowd parted to let them pass, a palpable respect and fear in the air. The teams walked out with their heads held high, their bond stronger than ever. Namjoon's transformation was both unsettling and inspiring, a testament to the strength and resilience that defined them as the reigning mafia kings.
As the boys left the masquerade party, the atmosphere was charged with excitement and pride. They had not only stood their ground but had also sent a powerful message to Mr. Hong.
Jungkook, his curiosity piqued, couldn't wait to ask Namjoon about the events that had unfolded.
"Joonie, how did you do that? Why did Mr. Hong's men fall down one by one?" Jungkook asked eagerly, his eyes wide with wonder.
Namjoon smirked, his demeanor cool and composed. The rest of the brothers gathered around, eager to hear his explanation. He raised his wrist, showing them his watch, a sleek, seemingly ordinary accessory.
"It's not just a watch," Namjoon began, his voice calm but filled with a hint of mischief. "It's a concealed weapon I've been working on that I found in the drawer thought it might prove useful. Guess I was right. During the ball dance, I used it to shoot tiny, fast-acting tranquilizer darts at Mr. Hong's men. The darts are small enough to go unnoticed but powerful enough to take them down quickly."
The brothers stared at him, their expressions shifting from surprise to admiration. Seokjin was the first to speak, his voice filled with awe. "You planned this all along? That's incredible, Namjoon."
Yoongi nodded, clearly impressed. "We underestimated you, little brother. That was brilliant."
Hoseok grinned widely. "Looks like we've got a new secret weapon in our midst. You really pulled one over on them, Joon."
Jimin and Taehyung exchanged glances, both clearly thrilled by Namjoon's resourcefulness. "We knew you were smart, but this...this is next level," Jimin said, patting Namjoon on the back.
Namjoon shrugged nonchalantly, though there was a glint of satisfaction in his eyes. "I figured if we were walking into the lion's den, we should be prepared for anything. And besides," he added with a sly smile, "it was about time Mr. Hong and his men got a taste of their own medicine."
Jungkook shook his head in amazement. "I never thought I'd see the day. Our Joonie, the mastermind."
Namjoon's smirk widened. "Just remember, we need to stay one step ahead. This isn't over. But for tonight, we've sent a clear message: we're not to be trifled with."
As they walked away from the venue, the brothers felt a renewed sense of pride and unity. Namjoon's newfound confidence and cunning were a testament to their strength as a family. They knew that, with Namjoon by their side, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.
As the boys headed towards their car in the dimly lit basement, the atmosphere shifted suddenly. Men in black emerged from the shadows, surrounding them on all sides. The boys immediately jumped into action, their instincts honed by countless battles kicking in. Fists flew, weapons clashed, and the air was filled with the sounds of combat.
Namjoon moved with lethal precision, taking down his opponents with a single strike each. His every movement was calculated and efficient, showcasing his unparalleled skill. The rest of the boys, though outnumbered, fought valiantly, their coordinated efforts gradually gaining the upper hand.
Just as they thought the fight was over, a new wave of ten men appeared, their presence ominous. These assassins were different – stronger, faster, and more relentless than any they had faced before. The battle reignited with fierce intensity, and it became clear that this would not be an easy victory.
Seokjin swung a metal pipe, deflecting blows aimed at his head. "Who are these guys? They're not your average hitmen," he shouted over the din.
Yoongi, dodging a knife thrust, replied, "I don't know, but they're definitely trained. We need to take them down, fast."
Namjoon, in the midst of grappling with one of the new assailants, noticed the unique fighting styles and enhanced abilities of their enemies. "These guys are different. More like... enhanced mercenaries."
The battle raged on, with each boy pushing their limits. Despite their best efforts, the sheer power of the ten assassins began to take a toll. The brothers were skilled fighters, but these opponents seemed almost superhuman.
Hoseok, using his agility to dodge a barrage of punches, called out, "We need to regroup! This isn't working!"
Jimin, now sporting a cut on his cheek, nodded. "Agreed. We need a new plan."
Taehyung and Jungkook fought back-to-back, trying to create some distance between them and their attackers. "Whatever we do, we need to do it fast," Taehyung urged, gritting his teeth.
Namjoon, still taking down enemies with his brutal efficiency, glanced at the others. "Fall back to the car! We need to get out of here and rethink our strategy."
The boys slowly retreated towards the vehicle, forming a defensive circle to fend off the relentless attacks. Namjoon, still delivering devastating blows, ensured no one was left behind.
Just as they were about to reach the car, one of the assassins lunged at Namjoon with a vicious strike. Namjoon dodged, grabbed the attacker's wrist, and twisted it, causing the man to cry out in pain before he collapsed.
The remaining assassins hesitated for a moment, giving the boys the opportunity they needed. Seizing the moment, they piled into the car, slamming the doors shut just as the assassins recovered and resumed their assault.
Panting and battered, the boys sped away from the scene, leaving the men in black behind. Namjoon, sitting in the front seat, looked back at his brothers. "We need to find out who these guys are and why they're after us. This was no ordinary hit."
Seokjin, gripping the steering wheel tightly, nodded. "We will. But first, we need to regroup and plan our next move. Whoever they are, they've just made a powerful enemy."
As they drove away, the realization settled in that their enemies were becoming more dangerous. The boys knew they needed to stay vigilant, their bond and skills stronger than ever, to face the challenges ahead.