(Sorry for the inconvenience my dear readers. But in editing a part of the chapter got deleted. You may have to read the starting part again. Sorry for that)
Yeonjun was driving back, the rhythmic hum of the engine the only sound breaking the night's silence. The others were resting, their exhaustion palpable after the intense events of the day. Namjoon, though feeling lethargic, couldn't shake off one troubling thought. His mind raced, and Taehyun noticed his distraction.
"Hyung... Hyung!" Taehyun called out, breaking Namjoon's reverie.
"Huh? What happened, Tae?" Namjoon responded, slightly startled.
"Something troubling you?" Taehyun asked, concern evident in his voice.
"Nothing. Just thinking about one thing. We went unexpectedly to the Syntek company, no one knew about it, right?" Namjoon began, his brow furrowed.
"Yes, and...?" Taehyun urged him to continue.
"And how come Dae Jung arrived exactly right after us along with the security team? Like someone leaked about our mission," Namjoon explained, his voice low.
"Right.... Now that you bring our focus on this, it makes sense. Even if we consider the coincidence of the security team arriving, the truck in which Dae Jung was arrived from the opposite direction, like he was just waiting for the right time to corner us," Taehyun replied thoughtfully.
"Who might have leaked about our mission..." Namjoon wondered aloud, his eyes dark with suspicion.
After a quiet drive, they finally reached the mansion, their home. The mansion was dark and silent, everyone else presumably asleep. They parked the car quietly and crept towards the house, careful not to make any noise that might disturb the others. As they tiptoed through the hallways, they exchanged whispers about whether their brothers were awake.
"Do you think the others are still up?" Beomgyu whispered.
"Doubt it," Soobin replied. "It's late."
They were successful in quietly departing to their respective rooms, each seeking the comfort of their beds and a few hours of much-needed sleep. The mission Namjoon and the others had just accomplished was hidden from their other brothers, adding another layer of secrecy to their already complex lives.
In the dimly lit underground basement of Syntek Pharmaceutical, the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood and the muffled cries of four men being beaten mercilessly. The sound of a whip cracking through the air echoed ominously, each lash leaving deep, angry welts on the already half-conscious men. The assailant, Lee Min-Ho, was relentless, his face a mask of fury.
"Lee Min-Ho! Stop it! They didn't even go with Dae Jung!" Hyun-soo's voice rang out, trying to pierce through the madness.
Lee Min-Ho, a formidable figure and the right-hand man of Hyun-soo, turned slowly, his eyes blazing with anger. His imposing frame was covered in lean muscle, and a large, intricately detailed tiger tattoo sprawled across his chest, symbolizing his untamed nature. His face was rugged and handsome, marred by a permanent scowl that made him appear even more menacing. Min-Ho was a man of few words, preferring to let his actions speak for him, and his actions were often violent and decisive.
"These fuckers call themselves trained expert fighters, and yet they were at their homes while they sent Dae Jung with some inexperienced idiots," Min-Ho growled, his voice low and dangerous.
Hyun-soo, used to Min-Ho's dominant nature, tried to calm the situation. "It was an accident. Don't worry too much. Dae Jung is okay."
"Don't tell me what is okay and what is not when it is concerned with MY Dae Jung. Not even you have that right, boss," Min-Ho spat out the word 'boss' slowly, dripping with contempt.
Hyun-soo tolerated Min-Ho's insubordination only because he was incredibly capable, more so than ten men combined, and executed every task with ruthless perfection. Min-Ho's fury had erupted when he saw an injured Dae Jung enter their building, and now he was taking it out on those he deemed responsible.
"Leave them alone. They are already half-dead. Did you receive any information from our secret spy? That boy... he's something different... something special that we don't know... any information from 'that' person?" Hyun-soo asked, trying to divert Min-Ho's rage.
"Yes, he gave one important piece of information: that he is an alpha as well as an omega. Two different species in one body!" Min-Ho responded, his voice a mix of intrigue and disdain as he dismissed everyone, ordering a few men to remove the half-dead bodies from his sight.
"WHAT?! An alpha and omega in one body? How is that possible?" Hyun-soo's disbelief was palpable.
"For that, I have the answer," Dae Jung announced, entering the basement alongside a very old woman.
Hyun-soo's eyes narrowed. "What is the reason?"
Dae Jung stepped forward, his face a mix of triumph and cold calculation. "This lady was a maidservant working for that boy's parents. She knows the truth. The queen had given birth to twins. An omega named Kim Namjoon and an alpha named Kim Namhyuk
The old woman, her frail form trembling slightly, began to speak in a quavering voice. "The alpha twin, Namhyuk was very powerful but had a weak body and would not live long. The omega twin, Namjoon, was also powerful and had a strong body. Their parents discovered a forbidden way to save the alpha twin's soul. They learned that the hybrid core of the omega was very strong. If they attached the alpha twin's soul to the core of the omega, the alpha twin could live within the omega's body. This would create an omega and alpha in one body, with limitless power, becoming the hope of the hybrid generation."
Min-Ho listened intently, his anger momentarily replaced by fascination. "So, the parents performed this forbidden ritual, sacrificing their own lives to save both of their sons in one body," he said, almost to himself.
The old woman nodded. "Yes. Even if Pyung-Ho had not killed them, the king and queen would have died shortly after due to the ritual."
Dae Jung looked at Hyun-soo with a knowing smile. "This information changes everything. Namjoon is not just any hybrid; he is a unique and incredibly powerful being. If we can control him, we can dominate everything."
Hyun-soo's eyes gleamed with ambition. "We need to find a way to capture him. But we must be careful; such power is dangerous and unpredictable."
Min-Ho's expression hardened. "Leave that to me. I'll bring him here, no matter what it takes."
As the basement fell silent, the gravity of their discovery hung in the air. Each man was lost in his thoughts, plotting the next move in their dangerous game.
The next morning, the boys gathered in the kitchen. Seokjin had suggested that since they had a free day, they should make breakfast together. The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the sound of chatter and laughter.
Seokjin, Taehyung, and Hoseok were especially chirpy and happy, a rare sight . The reason for their cheerfulness was that the girls were not at home—they had gone to their own homes due to some urgent work that had come up. The absence of the girls seemed to lighten the mood considerably.
"Namjoon-hyung, can you pass the eggs?" Kai asked, reaching for a bowl.
"Sure," Namjoon replied, handing them over. "By the way, about last night..."
"Yeah, we need to talk about that," Beomgyu interjected, setting a stack of plates on the counter. "Who could have leaked our mission?"
"I think it was someone from the house," Namjoon said, his tone serious. "It just doesn't make sense otherwise."
"But we saw no one," Yeonjun countered. "And we would have sensed if someone was spying on us."
"Exactly," Taehyun agreed. "Other than ourselves, only Madam Hana knew about this mission."
"Are you suggesting Madam Hana is a spy?" Soobin asked, skepticism clear in his voice.
"No way," Beomgyu said, shaking his head. "If she leaked it, why would she help us so much?"
"Yeah, Madam Hana has been helping us for a long time. Why would she be against us now?" Kai added, flipping a pancake with a practiced flick of his wrist.
They continued their discussion, voices low and thoughtful. Theories bounced back and forth, but no one could pinpoint a clear suspect. The kitchen was filled with the sounds of cooking and conversation, a comforting normalcy despite the undercurrent of suspicion.
Eventually, the breakfast was ready. They set the table and gathered around, their discussion shifting to lighter topics.
"So, what are your plans for today?" Taehyung asked, pouring himself a glass of orange juice.
"Just going to relax," Yeonjun replied.
"Yeah, agreed," Beomgyu said, grinning. "My body also needs a break.
" You two say that you need rest, but once free, you spend all day playing games" Said Taehyun slurped his noodles while stating the fact in a monotone voice. Beomgy whined like a baby while Yeonjun said nothing while the others smiled.
As they dug into their breakfast, the peaceful atmosphere was abruptly shattered by the shrill ring of Namjoon's phone. He glanced at the screen, frowning, and then answered it.
"Hello?" he said, chewing on a piece of toast.
Immediately, a voice on the other end started yelling. Namjoon's expression darkened as he listened, his chewing slowing to a stop.
"Who the hell do you think you are, yelling at me like that?" Namjoon barked into the phone, his face flushed with anger. "You better wait right there; I'm coming to get you! Don't mess with me!"
The rest of the boys stopped eating, their eyes wide with curiosity and concern. Yoongi, seated beside Namjoon, raised an eyebrow.
"Who was that?" Yoongi asked, his voice calm and steady.
Namjoon, still fuming, looked puzzled. "I don't know. The person just started yelling like a madman. He was asking where the hell I have been and what I was doing. He said he's been managing alone for a week at the mart. What should I do if he is at a mart?And who is he to ask me where and what I am doing. Must be a crazy fellow. "
Beomgyu widened his eyes and realized who was at the call, but playful nature hits his mind. He smirks and says "Yeah and why would you manage a mart, Joon hyung? And who is he to tell you what to do? Good job that you scolded that person."
At this, Seokjin shook his head, trying to hide a smile. "Namjoon, that person who called you is your boss. You've been doing a part-time job as a cashier at the mart near Round Street."
Namjoon's eyes widened in shock, nearly dropping his toast. "Hyung!! I've forgotten my memories! You knew and still, you didn't stop me? You didn't tell me? I'm the first person to give a warning to my own boss! And Beomgyu, you were teasing me..you just wait till I come back. "
The room erupted in laughter. Hoseok clapped his hands, doubling over with mirth. "Oh, this is gold! Our fearless maknae threatening his own boss!"
"Namjoon-ah, you're a legend!" Taehyung added, his eyes sparkling with amusement.
Namjoon, still red-faced, groaned. "How was I supposed to know? Hyung, you should've told me!"
Seokjin patted Namjoon's back, grinning. "Sorry, Joon. It slipped my mind. Besides, it was worth it for this moment!"
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?" Namjoon asked, still a bit flustered.
"Maybe call back and apologize?" Soobin suggested, trying to stifle his laughter.
Namjoon sighed, grabbing his phone again. "Alright, here goes nothing."
As Namjoon dialed the number, the boys continued to chuckle, watching him with gleeful anticipation. The phone rang a few times before his boss picked up.
"Uh, hi. It's Namjoon. About earlier... I'm really sorry. I, uh, had a bit of a mix-up," Namjoon stammered.
His boss's voice softened slightly. "Namjoon, you've got one more chance. Get here now."
"Yes, sir. I'll be there soon," Namjoon replied, hanging up.
The boys burst into laughter again. "Good luck, Joon hyung!" Kai teased.
Namjoon rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips despite himself. "Thanks, guys. I'm off to save my job."
As Namjoon hurriedly got ready for his part-time job, he paused, frowning in confusion. "Hyung, why was I even doing a part-time job in the first place? I haven't read the diary fully ,so I don't remember. "
Jin sighed, guilt evident in his voice. "Namjoon, you were removed from handling deals and other important tasks. You didn't want to feel like a freeloader, so you decided to take on a part-time job. You've been paying for food and house rent out of your own pocket. I'm really sorry for all that. It was my mistake and a big misunderstanding. But the younger team removed the misunderstanding and we talked about it."
Namjoon stared at Jin, a mix of anger and hurt in his eyes. "And you didn't even try to remove the misunderstanding? It was the CINQ team who cleared it up. That's why, hyung... That's why I prefer to be with them rather than you guys. They understand me better."
Jin looked down, his shoulders slumping. "Namjoon, I was going to... I was trying to, but things just got out of hand. We all make mistakes. I thought—"
Namjoon cut him off, his voice cold. "Thought what, Jin? That I should be treated like an outsider? That I should fend for myself while still being part of this family?"
Jin shook his head desperately. "No, that's not what I meant. I just... I didn't know how to fix it."
Namjoon snorted, grabbing his jacket. "You didn't try hard enough. It's always excuses with you. That's why I can't rely on you guys anymore."
"Namjoon, please," Jin pleaded. "Give me a chance to make it right."
But Namjoon was already heading for the door, his expression hard. "Maybe you should have thought about that before. I've got a job to get to."
Jin reached out, but Namjoon was already gone, the door closing behind him with a decisive click. The sound echoed in the quiet house, leaving Jin standing there, his hand still outstretched, a look of despair on his face. The atmosphere, once filled with laughter, now felt heavy with unresolved tension.
Namjoon walked briskly to the mart, the tension from his argument with Jin still simmering beneath the surface. Upon arriving, he took a deep breath and entered, determined to make things right with his boss.
His boss, Mr. Park, stood behind the counter, a stern expression on his face. Namjoon approached him, bowing slightly in respect.
"Mr. Park, I'm really sorry about this morning," Namjoon began, his tone earnest. "My younger brothers were in trouble, so I had to leave town urgently. When I got your call, I thought you were the same person who was causing them problems. I overreacted."
Mr. Park's stern expression softened slightly. "Family troubles, huh? Well, it happens. Just make sure it doesn't happen again."
"Thank you for understanding," Namjoon said, relief washing over him.
Namjoon spent the day working diligently, his movements efficient and focused. He greeted customers with a smile, stocked shelves, and managed the register with practiced ease. The day passed quickly, the busy environment a welcome distraction from his thoughts.
As the sun began to set, Mr. Park approached Namjoon, a small envelope in hand. "Here's your paycheck for the day, Namjoon. The same as usual."
Namjoon looked at the envelope and then back at Mr. Park, shaking his head. "Thank you, Mr. Park, but I need to quit today. I don't think I'll be able to come back from now on. I'm really sorry for the inconvenience."
Mr. Park frowned but nodded, sensing the gravity in Namjoon's voice. "I understand, Namjoon. But please, take the paycheck. You've earned it."
Namjoon bowed deeply, his voice sincere. "I appreciate it, but I can't accept it. Thank you for giving me the opportunity to work here. I'm really sorry for leaving on such short notice."
Mr. Park sighed, his expression softening. "Alright, if that's what you want. Just take care of yourself and your family, okay?"
"I will," Namjoon said, bowing once more. "Thank you for everything, Mr. Park."
As Namjoon left the mart, the weight of the day's events hung heavy on his shoulders. He knew he had to face his brothers and address the unresolved issues.
As Namjoon walked back home, the weight of the day still heavy on his shoulders, he rounded a corner and suddenly bumped into Jackson and his team. The surprise of the encounter brought a flood of memories rushing back. For a moment, Namjoon's eyes widened, and then a smile spread across his face as he recognized them.
"Jackson!" Namjoon exclaimed, extending his hand.
Jackson's eyes lit up with joy as he can see a different recognition in Joon's eyes and he eagerly grasped Namjoon's hand in a firm handshake. "Namjoon! You remember us!"
Namjoon nodded, his smile widening." Yeah, I remember you guys. Sorry if I caused any inconvenience for you when I lost my memories."
Jackson and his team were overjoyed, their faces beaming with happiness. "When did this happen? When did you get your memories back? ," Mark voice filled with relief.
"It's been a few days Namjoon replied, shaking his head. "I am glad to meet you guys here".
"Hey, how about we catch up over coffee?" Jackson suggested. "There's a great coffee shop nearby."
"Sounds good," Namjoon agreed. "Let's go.
They settled into a cozy corner of the coffee shop, the warm aroma of coffee beans filling the air. As they sat down with their drinks, the conversation naturally drifted to their shared past.
Jackson remembered the first time he and his team met Namjoon vividly. They were only fifteen, brought together by the money and influence of Byung-Ho. Their lives had been drastically altered, thrust into a world of danger and missions that required precision and ruthlessness.
The mission that marked their first encounter with Namjoon was one that none of them could forget. They were tasked with luring enemies out of a heavily guarded building so that Namjoon could take them down. Jackson and his team were nervous, inexperienced but determined. They had heard rumors about Namjoon – a cold beast with a katana sword.
As they executed their part of the plan, Jackson saw him for the first time. Namjoon emerged from the darkness, his movements fluid and lethal. In each hand, he held a katana sword, and with them, he was really a mastero of swords. He moved through the enemies with a terrifying grace, the precision of his strikes was mesmerizing, each movement calculated and deadly. He was a master, a cold-blooded expert in the art of killing.
Jackson watched in awe as Namjoon dispatched their enemies with ease, his face a mask of concentration and cold efficiency. It was clear that Namjoon was in his element, the katana swords and his movements a deadly dance of steel and blood.
After the mission, Jackson and his team were introduced to Namjoon properly. Despite his formidable presence, Namjoon was quiet, reserved. He didn't speak much, and when he did, his words were curt and to the point. Jackson and his teammates, despite their initial fear, were drawn to Namjoon's strength and skill.
Over time, they worked together on more missions, and a bond began to form, though Namjoon remained distant. He wasn't one for idle chatter or friendship, but he was reliable, always there when they needed him. Jackson noticed that whenever he or his team made a mistake, Namjoon would subtly take the blame, shielding them from Byung-Ho's wrath. Byung-Ho was notorious for his severe punishments for failure, and Namjoon's interventions saved them from many painful consequences.
One mission, in particular, stood out in Jackson's memory. They had been assigned to intercept a rival gang's shipment. Everything was going smoothly until Jackson made a miscalculation, alerting the enemies to their presence. Chaos erupted, and they were on the brink of failure. But Namjoon stepped in, and he took down the enemies with brutal efficiency. When they returned to Byung-Ho, Namjoon took full responsibility for the near-failure, sparing Jackson and his team from punishment.
"Namjoon, why did you take the blame?" Jackson had asked him later, bewildered.
Namjoon had simply shrugged. "You guys are still learning. It's my job to make sure you get that chance."
Despite Namjoon's stoic behaviour, his actions spoke volumes. He cared in his own way, and his silent support forged a deep respect and loyalty from Jackson and his team. They began to see him not just as a cold-blooded killer, but as a protector, someone who watched over them even if he didn't show it openly.
There was another time when Jinyoung, one of Jackson's teammates, had misread the enemy's movements, leading to an ambush. They were pinned down, bullets flying everywhere. Namjoon lead the team,guiding them and help taking out the attackers and securing their escape route. Once again, he took the blame for the mission's near-failure.
"Jinyoung messed up," Byung-Ho had growled, glaring at the team. "Who's responsible for this?"
Namjoon stepped forward, his expression cold like stone. "It was my call. I misjudged the situation."
Byung-Ho's eyes narrowed, but he nodded. "You better not let it happen again, Namjoon."
Later, Jackson found Namjoon cleaning his katanas, the blood from the fight still fresh. "Why do you keep doing this?" Jackson asked, frustration in his voice. "Why do you keep taking the fall for us?"
Namjoon didn't look up. "Because you need to learn. And you can't do that if you're always worried about punishment."
Despite Namjoon's cold demeanor, Jackson began to understand the depth of his character. Namjoon was a warrior, but he was also a guardian, someone who would silently bear the burden to protect those he considered his own. This unspoken bond grew stronger over time, even though Namjoon never opened up completely.
Back in the coffee shop, Jackson took a sip of his coffee, looking at Namjoon with a mixture of gratitude and admiration. "Namjoon, we never really got to thank you properly. You were always there for us, even if you didn't show it."
Namjoon smiled slightly. "You don't need to thank me. Just keep getting better."
Jinyoung leaned forward, his eyes bright. "Namjoon, you were a lifesaver. Literally. We wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."
Namjoon waved it off. "You guys did the hard work. I just made sure you had the chance."
As they continued to chat, reminiscing about the past and sharing stories, the bond between them felt as strong as ever. The coffee shop was filled with laughter and fond memories, a stark contrast to the intense and dangerous missions they had once shared. Despite the years and the changes in their lives, the friendship and respect they had for Namjoon remained unwavering.
Before parting ways, Jackson placed a hand on Namjoon's shoulder. "If you ever need anything, Namjoon, you know where to find us. We've got your back, just like you had ours."
Namjoon nodded, his expression softening . "Thanks, Jackson. Take care."
With that, Namjoon continued on his way, a sense of closure settling over him. The memories of the past still lingered, but now they carried a sense of camaraderie and respect, a reminder of the bonds forged in the most unlikely of places.
"Don't you think Namjoon is a bit more expressive than before" Asks Mark.
"Of course he is. Since he has lost his memories and is living with the BTS boys, he is live from inside as well." Said Jackson wishing that it remains like that forever.
When Namjoon arrived home, he was immediately greeted by the delicious aroma of a lavish dinner. The scent of roasted meats, freshly made curry, and a variety of spices filled the air. Seokjin and Yoongi, with help from the others, had prepared a feast for everyone. Namjoon smiled slightly at the sight, appreciating their effort, and made his way to his room to freshen up.
While arranging the plates, Beomgyu suddenly winced and tightly held his stomach. Jungkook, noticing his discomfort, asked, "Hey, Gyu, are you okay?"
Beomgyu forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Probably just ate something that didn't agree with me."
Jungkook frowned but didn't press further. Beomgyu then quietly approached Soobin, tugging at his shirt. Soobin raised an eyebrow, his expression questioning. "What's wrong, Gyu?" he asked softly.
Beomgyu whimpered slightly, leaning in to whisper in Soobin's ear. Soobin's eyes widened in concern. "It'll be okay," he reassured. "Just wait a few minutes."
As everyone gathered for dinner, Beomgyu took a seat next to Namjoon. He picked at his food, barely eating. Namjoon noticed and leaned in, whispering, "What's wrong, Beomgyu?"
Beomgyu whispered something back, and Namjoon's eyes widened. For a moment, he looked puzzled, not sure what to do. Then, suddenly he stood up, scooped Beomgyu into his arms, and headed towards Yeonjun's room.
The sudden movement caught everyone's attention. Confused, they all watched as Namjoon carried Beomgyu away. Yeonjun was the first to react, following them quickly. "What's going on?" he asked, concern etched on his face.
Namjoon whispered something to Yeonjun, who immediately understood. His eyes widened momentarily before he nodded. "I'll take care of it," he said, signaling to Namjoon that he had things under control.
Turning to the others, Yeonjun explained, "Beomgyu's not feeling well. He didn't want to spoil the mood, so he was trying to hide it."
Seokjin having little bit knowledge in medicine immediately stepped forward. "Is there anything I can do? What happened to him? "
Namjoon shook his head firmly. "It's a regular problem. They can handle it. No need to meddle. Just leave Gyu alone for a bit, and he'll be fine."
Seokjin was hurt by the rudeness and Yeonjun saw this. Not to make it any more awkward, Yeonjun gives a reassuring smile and nods in agreement, rephrasing Namjoon's words. "Yeah, we've got this,hyung. He just needs some rest."
Reluctantly, the others agreed. The other three members, understanding the unspoken urgency, hurried to eat their food. They quickly set aside some portions for Yeonjun, who would join them later and then hurried back to Yeonjun's room. The atmosphere was filled with a mix of concern and confusion, but no one wanted to press the issue further.
Yoongi, always perceptive, couldn't help but notice the odd behavior. "Are you sure everything's okay?" he asked, his voice low.
Soobin gave a reassuring nod. "It's fine, Yoongi hyung. Trust me on this."
Seokjin, though still worried, accepted Soobin's explanation. "Alright, but if anything changes, let us know immediately."
Taehyun and Kai, still puzzled by the sudden events, hurried back to room as they couldn't contain their curiosity any longer.
"What happened to Gyu? Why did Namjoon hyung abruptly pick him up and take him into Yeonjun's room?" Taehyun asked, his brow furrowed with concern.
Kai nodded, sharing the same confusion. "Yeah, it seemed pretty serious. Is he going to be okay?"
Soobin, who had been equally perplexed by Namjoon's actions, approached Yeonjun. "Hey, hyung, what's really going on with Beomgyu? Why did Namjoon hyung react like that?"
Yeonjun chuckled softly, shaking his head . "Beomgyu is in heat," he explained, his tone a mix of amusement and understanding. "When Gyu told Namjoon, Namjoon, who never knew about omega's heat problems, thought that Gyu was having some kind of trouble and his hybrid form would appear. So, he panicked and brought Gyu to my room."
The confusion on Taehyun and Kai's faces slowly shifted to a mix of surprise and excitment. "Heat?" Taehyun echoed, his cheeks tinged pink. "So, that's what it was?"
Yeonjun nodded, his smile widening. "Yeah. When I explained to Namjoon what 'heat' actually is, he was mortified and turned bright red. It was quite a sight."
Kai let out a sigh of relief, though his curiosity wasn't entirely sated. "I was so worried. But why didn't Gyu just tell us?"
Yeonjun's expression softened. "It's a sensitive topic, and Gyu probably didn't want to make a big deal out of it. But he's okay now."
Meanwhile, Beomgyu lay on the bed, still whimpering softly from the discomfort. The pain and longing for comfort were evident in his eyes. As the other boys gathered around him, their concern turned into a collective sigh of relief upon hearing Yeonjun's explanation.
Yeonjun stopped Soobin as he moved closer. "Soobin, are you sure you're okay with this? You know that one omega's heat can induce another's, and we don't want you to go through unnecessary discomfort."
Soobin nodded confidently. "I can manage, Yeonjun hyung. I have a strong resistance. Being the omega queen, I've learned to handle it properly."
Yeonjun studied Soobin's expression for a moment before nodding. "Alright, but if it gets too much, promise you'll let us know."
Soobin smiled reassuringly. "I promise. I'll be fine."
Beomgyu was in heat, his body aching with desire and need. He was desperate for relief, for someone to help him through the intense waves of heat that were coursing through him. Luckily, his soulmates Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Kai- the alphas were there to help him.
Yeonjun and Taehyun, both strong alphas, knew how to take care of Beomgyu during his heat. They had been through this before, knew how to soothe his aching body, and fulfill his needs. They could see the desperation in Beomgyu's eyes, the way he was practically begging for them to help him.
"Come here, Beomgyu," Taehyun said softly, his voice almost a growl. Beomgyu obeyed, crawling over to where Taehyun was sitting, his eyes wide with anticipation. Taehyun pulled him close, pressing their bodies together, the heat between them almost unbearable.
Yeonjun watched from the side, a predatory look in his eyes. He knew what Beomgyu needed, and he was more than willing to give it to him. He joined the two of them, his hands roaming Beomgyu's body, his touch sending shivers down Beomgyu's spine.
Together, the three of them moved as one, their bodies intertwining in a dance of passion and desire. Beomgyu moaned, the pleasure overwhelming him as Yeonjun and Taehyun took him to new heights of ecstasy. It was a symphony of passion, each of them giving and taking in equal measure.
But there was one more person who needed to be involved in this equation - Kai, the alpha who was there for the first time in an Omega's heat. His alpha hormones were very unstable desiring for an omega.
Kai approached the group, his eyes meeting Beomgyu's. There was a silent understanding between them, a connection that went beyond words. Kai knew what needed to be done, and Beomgyu trusted him to do it.
Together, they moved as one, Kai using his powers to calm Beomgyu's alpha hormones, to soothe the raging fire within him. It was a delicate balance, but Kai knew exactly what to do. He guided Beomgyu through the heat, helping him find relief and satisfaction in the midst of the storm.
Soobin was there with them, observing in case anyone lost control, ready to intervene if necessary. As the Omega Queen, he had complete control over himself.
As the night wore on, Beomgyu felt himself reaching a new level of pleasure, his body trembling with the force of it. Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Kai continued to help him through his heat, their passion igniting a fire within him that he had never felt before.
In the end, Beomgyu collapsed against the three of them, his body spent and sated. He felt a sense of peace wash over him, a feeling of contentment that he had never experienced before. He was grateful for his partners, for their unwavering support and love.
As they lay there in the aftermath of their passion, Beomgyu felt a sense of completeness that he had never felt before. He was grateful for Yeonjun, Taehyun, Kai, and Soobin, who had all helped him through his heat with grace and understanding.
Meanwhile, Namjoon lay in his room, his thoughts drifting back to the events of the night before. He sighed deeply, trying to steady his racing mind. "Phew! It's alright. Relax," he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the dim light. "I never knew Beomgyu would be in heat. And I don't even know what it is. I should have asked him. I embarrassed myself in front of his mates. But it was my first time. They will understand," he reassured himself, hoping to find some comfort in his own words.
Namjoon shifted under the covers, feeling the remnants of confusion and embarrassment still clinging to him. Distracted by his swirling thoughts, he didn't notice the subtle changes happening to his body. Despite taking a cold bath earlier, he felt an unusual heat radiating from within. Cold sweats dotted his forehead, and he could feel the dampness spreading across his skin. He tried to brush off the unease, telling himself he was just tired, and eventually drifted into a restless sleep, hoping he would feel better in the morning.
The next day, Seokjin and Jimin woke up early, their minds set on preparing a healthy breakfast for Beomgyu. They moved with quiet efficiency in the kitchen, carefully selecting ingredients that would help him recover. Seokjin expertly chopped fresh vegetables while Jimin stirred a pot of porridge, adding just the right amount of honey and spices. The kitchen was filled with the comforting aromas of home-cooked food, a testament to their care and concern.
One hour later, the rest of the boys joined in the kitchen, ready to help their mates with breakfast preparations. Yeonjun and Taehyun came down the stairs, their expressions a mix of worry and exhaustion. "Beomgyu is still asleep," Yeonjun reported, his voice soft. "He needs more rest."
Seokjin and Jimin exchanged a glance, a hint of disappointment flickering in their eyes. They had put a lot of effort into making breakfast especially for Beomgyu, but they understood the importance of his rest. "Alright, let's start eating," Seokjin said, his tone determined as he rallied the group.
"Where is Joonie?" Jungkook asked, his mouth full of toast and jam, his eyes scanning the room for their missing mate.
"Don't know. Might still be sleeping," Jimin replied, a slight frown creasing his forehead.
"I'll go wake him up. He should eat something," Hoseok volunteered, pushing his chair back and heading towards Namjoon's room with a sense of purpose.
Hoseok knocked on Namjoon's door. "Joon! Get up! Breakfast is ready."
"Later, hyung. Feeling too sleepy, please," Namjoon's voice sounded strained and exhausted.
Sensing something was wrong, Hoseok entered the room. He saw Namjoon whimpering, his eyes tightly shut. Concerned, Hoseok touched Namjoon's forehead and realized he had a high fever.
Panicking, Hoseok rushed downstairs. "Namjoon has a high fever!" he announced.
Seokjin's eyes widened with worry. He immediately grabbed the medical kit and sprinted to Namjoon's room, barking orders as he went. "Jungkook, bring cold water and a towel. Quickly!"
The rest of the boys snapped into action. Jungkook hurried to fetch the water and towel, while Jimin and Yoongi prepared some basic fever-reducing remedies. Back in Namjoon's room, Seokjin carefully placed a damp cloth on Namjoon's forehead, trying to bring down the fever. Hoseok stayed by Namjoon's side, gently wiping away the sweat that beaded on his face.
Despite their best efforts, Namjoon's fever showed no signs of decreasing. He lay on his bed, his breathing shallow and his skin clammy, oblivious to the frantic activity around him. The boys worked tirelessly, their worry growing with each passing minute.
Yoongi, who had been monitoring Namjoon's condition closely, finally spoke up. "We should call a doctor. This fever is too high to handle on our own."
Seokjin, however, had a different idea. "No, we should call Madam Hana," he said with conviction.
Madam Hana arrived instantly after Seokjin's call. She examined Namjoon, her eyes widening in shock. "Oh no!! What now? I knew this would happen. But he has no one to help!!"
"What happened, Madam Hana?" Seokjin asked, his voice filled with worry.
"He... He is in heat," she revealed.
Everyone in the room was stunned. They hadn't expected this turn of events.
"Heat? Hybrid's problem..he is an omega. So an omega's heat, right? What do we do now?" Jungkook asked, his voice trembling.
Madam Hana took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. "Normally, an omega in heat would have a mate to help regulate their temperature and alleviate the symptoms. But since Namjoon doesn't have one, it's going to be challenging."
"But why is he experiencing this now?" Taehyun asked, confusion written all over his face.
Madam Hana sighed. "Namjoon's omega instincts might have been triggered by something as it occurred all of a sudden. It happens sometimes. The best thing we can do is keep him cool and comfortable."
Seokjin nodded, taking charge. "Alright, let's do everything we can. Jungkook, keep bringing cold water. Yoongi and Tae, make sure we have plenty of ice packs. Jimin, Hoseok and I will prepare light, easily digestible food for him."
As they all moved to their tasks, Namjoon continued to lay in bed, his condition not improving. Madam Hana stayed by his side, using her knowledge to try and stabilize him. Sensing the commotion in the house, Yeonjun and Soobin came out of their room. The other boys were sleeping all cuddled up together.
"What happened hyung? " Asks Soobin.
"Namjoon... He triggered his heat somehow... It's something that happens in Omegas. I will explain in detail later... I need to take this cold water to his room " Said Jungkook while climbing stairs.
Soobin and Yeonjun widen their eyes and stared at each other like in shock knowing what would have triggered Namjoon's heat.
Hours passed, and despite their best efforts, Namjoon's fever remained dangerously high. Madam Hana looked increasingly worried. "This isn't working. He needs a bond to stabilize his condition."
"But he doesn't have a mate!" Yeonjun exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice.
Madam Hana's eyes softened with empathy. "Then one of you will have to form a temporary bond with him. It's not ideal, but it's the only way to save him."
The room fell silent as everyone absorbed her words. The gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them.
Seokjin stood there, heart pounding. He was willing to form a bond with Namjoon, despite the implications. "I'm willing to form a bond. I like Namjoon, I love him. I can bond with him."
Madam Hana's expression softened. "It doesn't matter what you want. What matters is what Namjoon wants. He needs to know what you want, and if he gives permission, then only you can bond."
"I agree. Tell me how?"
"Lay down by his side and give him your warmth. When he senses you, he will himself ask."
Taking a deep breath, Seokjin entered the room and lay beside the whimpering Namjoon, gently taking him in his arms. Namjoon sensed him immediately, even in his dazed state.
"Hyung! What are you doing here?" Namjoon mumbled, his voice weak.
"Joonie baby, do you know what is happening with you?"
Namjoon opened his eyes slightly and shook his head, causing dizziness. "No... I don't need you... You can go..."
"Why, Joonie? You will feel more pain. I can ease it."
"You don't like me. Why force yourself?"
Hearing this, Seokjin understood that Namjoon, due to his heat, was in a daze and was saying what his heart truly felt. Even if he didn't want to take advantage of the situation, he needed to know Namjoon's true feelings.
"You don't like me, Joonie baby?"
"I like you. But you don't like me," Namjoon said, his voice full of innocence, like a child.
"Why does my Joonie baby think so?"
Namjoon's eyes fluttered as he fought the haze. "You always doubt me. You always think I'm not part of the family."
Seokjin's heart clenched. "What makes you say that, Joonie?"
"You never trust me. You trust Soo-hoon, an outsider, more than me. With him in the house, you were with him. And I was alone. In my own house, with my own mates ,left all ALONE...," Namjoon confessed, his voice trembling with the vulnerability of his emotions.
Seokjin tightened his embrace, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him. "Joonie, you were never alone. I... I didn't realize you felt this way."
Namjoon continued, tears welling up in his eyes. "You always consider me a second choice for everything. I wanted to be your first choice, hyung. But you never saw me that way."
Seokjin's voice broke. "Joonie, I'm so sorry. I didn't know you felt like this. I... I care about you more than you know."
Namjoon shook his head, his voice still filled with childlike innocence. "You say that now, but your actions always showed otherwise. You always pushed me away, never believed in me."
Seokjin held him tighter, his own eyes filling with tears. "I was wrong, Joonie. I was so wrong. I thought I was protecting you, but I was hurting you instead."
Namjoon's breath hitched as he tried to make sense of Seokjin's words. "I don't want to force myself on you, hyung. I want you to be happy, even if it means I have to stay away. So, don't force yourself."
Seokjin's heart shattered hearing Namjoon's words. "No, Joonie. You don't have to stay away. I want you close. I want to make things right. Let me make it right."
Namjoon looked at Seokjin, his eyes wide and vulnerable. "Do you really mean it, hyung? Do you really want me?"
"Yes, Joonie. I really want you. I want us to be a family, a real family. No more doubts, no more second choices. Just you and me, and everyone else, together, will you...forgive me.." Seokjin promised, his voice full of sincerity.Hearing no words from Namjoon, Seokjin got his answer.
"NO"
Namjoon lay in bed, feeling the intense waves of his Omega heat crash over him. Despite his physical discomfort, his heart was heavy with unresolved emotions. He knew Seokjin had promised to change, to be there for him, but he couldn't bring himself to allow Seokjin to bond with him during this vulnerable time. The past hurt was too raw, and Namjoon wasn't ready to let go of his fears.
Seokjin lay next to him, his heart aching as he watched Namjoon whimper in pain. He felt utterly helpless, knowing that he couldn't do more than just be there. Seokjin had made a promise to Namjoon that he would never force him into anything, and he intended to keep it. All he could do was stay by Namjoon's side, offering silent support and reassurance.
As the day turned into night, Seokjin remained vigilant. He watched over Namjoon, occasionally wiping the sweat from his brow and whispering soothing words. When Namjoon's heat subsided a little, Seokjin carefully slipped out of the room and went to speak with his brothers and Madam Hana.
"He's not allowing me to bond with him," Seokjin said, his voice heavy with frustration and guilt. "He suffered all by himself."
Yoongi placed a comforting hand on Seokjin's shoulder. "You did what you could, Jin. Don't be so hard on yourself."
Jungkook nodded in agreement. "Yeah, hyung. You were there for him. That matters."
Madam Hana gave Seokjin a sympathetic look. "If Namjoon isn't ready to bond, you must respect that. What he needs most is for you to be there, watching over him and taking care of him."
Seokjin took a deep breath, steeling himself. "You're right. I'll stay by his side 24/7, making sure he's okay."
For the next three days, Seokjin barely slept. He only allowed himself short naps of three to four hours, just enough to keep him functional. The rest of the time, he was at Namjoon's side, tending to his needs and providing whatever comfort he could. Namjoon drifted in and out of consciousness, occasionally whimpering from the pain, but Seokjin was always there, his presence a constant source of support.
Whenever Namjoon woke, he found Seokjin by his side, whispering words of encouragement and gently holding his hand. Despite his exhaustion, Seokjin never left him, determined to make sure Namjoon knew he wasn't alone.
By the end of the third day, Namjoon's heat had finally subsided, and he began to recover. He looked at Seokjin, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for staying with me," he whispered, his voice weak but sincere.
Seokjin smiled, his own eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions. "I'll always be here for you, Namjoon. Always."
Beomgyu's heat had completely subsided, and unlike Namjoon, he spent his days in pleasure due to the attentive care of his mates. When he learned that he had unintentionally induced Namjoon's heat, he felt deeply sorry. The guilt gnawed at him, especially knowing that Namjoon did not allow anyone to bond with him and had suffered alone. Beomgyu knew the pain of enduring heat in solitude; he had experienced it once for a day, and it was the worst day of his life.
On the fifth day, Namjoon emerged from his room, looking weak but determined. Seokjin tended to his every need, and Namjoon was immensely grateful. As they gathered at the table for breakfast, Namjoon shared an important revelation. "I've regained all my lost memories with you all," he said. "The heat weakened my powers, and my mind became clear, breaking the barrier. I remember everything about my life now."
Others beamed with happiness knowing that Namjoon remembers them and their bonds.
Jongin and Soohoon arrived at the table, and Namjoon stared at Jongin for a longer moment, as if observing something significant. Taehyung, seated next to him, noticed and asked, "What are you seeing, Joon?"
Namjoon shook his head. "Nothing," he replied, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.
Later, Namjoon called everyone to the playroom. Yoongi, not too sternly, scolded him, "You should rest, Namjoon. You've been working for three continuous hours. Take a break."
Namjoon nodded. "I will," he assured Yoongi, before addressing everyone. "Please, take a seat."
In front of a big screen, a bright table lamp illuminated a mess of papers scattered on the floor. Namjoon took a deep breath, his voice low and unsure as he spoke. "I... I found something. Seokjin hyung, this is for you." He handed Seokjin a piece of paper. "The letter from your mother."
Seokjin's face hardened. "Joon! Don't call that lady my mother. And why give that letter to me again?"
Namjoon's eyes were filled with empathy. "Because what you read was something else. The actual message she wanted to convey was different."
Namjoon began to read the letter aloud:
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My dearest family,
I must be dishonest with you. All these years, I have always truly loved both of you. My heart has always belonged here, and staying with you has been everything but never a burden. I am leaving because I can bear this charade longer, but never hurt you.
You deserve to not know the truth. You and your father were merely not inconvenient for me, and now I am bound to this life. Do not look for me; I will return. This is not the end of our relationship, and I wish to always see you again.
Please do not think this is hard for me. It is easy to reveal for so long and be by your sides. But I must stay away from you. I do want to keep you in my life always. *They* might harm you
Yours always truly,
Mom
---
The room fell silent. Jungkook was the first to react. "What is this... The meaning totally changed. How can this be?"
Seokjin remained stunned, unable to process the shift in his mother's words. The letter, initially filled with bitterness and abandonment, now carried a message of regret and a longing to stay close.
Seokjin's eyes filled with tears, and he struggled to find his voice. "I don't understand... How could the letter change like this?"
Seokjin's eyes filled with confusion as he stared at the letter. "How can this be?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Namjoon took the letter and placed it under the light of the table lamp, illuminating the paper. As the light shone through, some of the words began to change and some words appeared, revealing their true meanings. The letter transformed into its original form, the one his mother intended.
"Your mom wrote the letter in such a manner that even if an enemy got hold of it, they wouldn't harm you or your dad. It's a pity that you yourself were unable to decode it, and your father died thinking his lover hated him," Namjoon explained gently.
Seokjin fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face as he started crying hysterically. He felt a profound sense of guilt and sorrow, realizing that he had wronged and cursed his mother for half his life—a person who had died trying to protect them.
His mates gathered around him, offering comfort and support. Seokjin, still on his knees, looked up at Namjoon through his tears. "Thank you for finding out the truth and showing me the real message my mother sent to her stupid son."
Namjoon knelt down beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "It was my role to clear a hybrid's name. Hybrids, if they love someone, they love them for the rest of their lives. They will sacrifice themselves but won't allow their loved ones to be hurt."
Seokjin remained gloomy and cried intermittently for the rest of the night. He shut himself in his room, refusing to let anyone inside. Yoongi, understanding Seokjin's need for solitude, spoke softly to the others. "He needs to be alone and vent his anger. I can imagine his pain. Hating a person who died protecting you is a very heavy burden to carry."
Namjoon's expression shifted to one of determination. "Who said she is dead?"
Yoongi's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean, she's alive?"
"Yes, hyung. We found out about her. She was captured by Syntek Pharmaceutical. They're hybrid catchers. We discovered that they had captured her a few years ago," Namjoon explained, as Soobin brought out the file they had stolen from Syntek Pharmaceutical.
"Those bastards… What do they want from hybrids? What is their plan?" Yoongi asked angrily, his voice rising with fury.
Seokjin, hearing the commotion, came running out of his room, worry etched on his face. "What happened? Any problem? Why are you screaming?" he asked, thinking his mates were in trouble.
Namjoon approached Seokjin, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Hyung, we found out that your mother is alive. Syntek Pharmaceutical captured her a few years ago."
Seokjin's eyes widened in disbelief, his grief momentarily replaced by a glimmer of hope. "She's alive? My mother is alive?"
Namjoon nodded. "Yes, and we're going to get her back. We need to plan our next steps carefully."
The room buzzed with a renewed sense of purpose. Seokjin's sorrow was replaced by a fierce determination to rescue his mother. His mates rallied around him, ready to face the challenges ahead. The discovery of his mother's fate gave Seokjin a new reason to fight, and together, they would ensure that no hybrid would ever suffer alone again.
Yoongi was holding the paper that Soobin gave and was reading it carefully. Seokjin was experiencing a whirlwind of emotions. He had wronged his mother his whole life but now found out she was alive.
"If this Hyun-soo targets only hybrids, why did it attack Kai and the others?" Yoongi asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
Hearing this, Seokjin was hell-shocked. "That means you are also hybrids?"
Yeonjun and the other four nodded in agreement.
Seokjin's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at his friends. "You've been hiding this from us all these years?"
The room fell silent, the weight of their hidden identities pressing heavily upon them. As the realization sank in, the atmosphere grew tense. Would Seokjin and the others accept the Cinq team as hybrids, despite the years of deception? And what about the fact that they had hidden their true identities despite having such close relationships? The room was filled with unspoken questions and uncertain futures.
With a deep breath, Seokjin broke the silence. "Why didn't you tell us before?"
Kai stepped forward, his eyes earnest and filled with regret. "We were afraid. Afraid of how you would react, afraid of losing the only family we have."
The tension was palpable, each member of the group wrestling with their own thoughts and emotions. The trust they had built over the years now seemed precarious, and the future of their bonds was uncertain.
Seokjin and the others stood in stunned silence, processing the revelation that the boys had hidden their hybrid identities for five years. The initial shock quickly morphed into a deep-seated anger.
"How could you keep this from us?" Yoongi demanded, his voice shaking with betrayal. "We trusted you!"
Kai looked down, guilt etched on his face. "We were scared, hyung. We didn't know how you'd react."
Jungkook's fists clenched, his anger giving way to a profound sadness. "Do you think so little of us? That we wouldn't accept you?"
Yeonjun stepped forward, trying to explain. "It wasn't about you. It was about our past, the fear of rejection, of being hunted. We've seen what happens to hybrids who are exposed."
Seokjin's anger dissolved into self-blame. He sank to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes. "We failed you. As older brothers, we should have provided a safe environment where you felt you could be yourselves. We weren't reliable enough."
Namjoon, standing beside Seokjin, tried to pacify him. "Hyung, it's not your fault. The world is a dangerous place for hybrids. You did everything you could."
Yoongi, still reeling from the revelation, sat down heavily on a nearby chair. "If we had known... we could have protected you better. We could have done more."
Soobin knelt beside Seokjin, his voice gentle but firm. "Hyung, you have always been there for us. This isn't about you not being reliable. It's about the fear and danger we live with every day."
Beomgyu, struggling with his own emotions, added, "We should have trusted you. We should have known you would accept us."
Seokjin shook his head, his tears falling freely. "I just can't believe that we created an environment where you felt you had to hide such an important part of yourselves. We should have done better."
Yeonjun placed a comforting hand on Seokjin's shoulder. "Hyung, don't blame yourself. We were trying to protect everyone. Our silence was out of fear, not because of anything you did."
Jimin, eyes filled with unshed tears, whispered, "We love you all. And we are sorry for making you feel like you couldn't trust us."
Namjoon embraced Seokjin tightly. "We are a family, hyung. And families sometimes make mistakes. What's important is that we move forward together, stronger than before."
Yoongi looked up, his eyes softening. "We will protect each other, no matter what. Hybrid or not, you are our family."
The room, once filled with tension and uncertainty, began to warm with the rekindling of trust and understanding. Seokjin, still grappling with his emotions, nodded. "We will face whatever comes together. No more secrets. We need to be honest with each other from now on."
Soobin smiled reassuringly. "We will be, hyung. We promise."
As they embraced each other, a sense of unity and hope filled the room. The challenges ahead were many, but together, they knew they could face anything.
In the sterile, dimly lit corridors of Syntek Pharmaceutical, the air was thick with the scent of antiseptics and the hum of machinery. Hyun-soo paced back and forth in his office, his mind racing with plans to harness the power of the captured hybrids.
"We need to bring that alpha soul out of its inactive form. If he sides with us, we can bring great profits to the hybrid clan," Hyun-soo declared, his voice laced with ambition.
Meanwhile, Lee Min-ho, completely ignoring Hyun-soo, was tending to Dae-jung, ensuring he was comfortable and well-cared for. Hyun-soo being the boss tolerated Min-Ho's actions. And why would he not? He better knows not to compete with Lee Min-Ho - the pure breed alpha.
"And for that, I have a plan!" said a voice from the shadows.
Hyun-soo turned abruptly, his eyes narrowing. "Byung-Ho, don't you think hiding and eavesdropping on others' conversations is not a good thing?"
Byung-Ho stepped into the light, a sly grin playing on his lips. "You provide the information, I can show the route. What is the problem then?"
Hyun-soo raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite his irritation. "What method are you proposing?"
Byung-Ho's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with malevolence. "Forcing his alpha to get activated. I know a ritual that can help with it."
Hyun-soo's interest was piqued. "Explain this ritual," he demanded.
"It's ancient and dangerous," Byung-Ho began, his voice low and conspiratorial. "It involves pushing the alpha to the brink of his endurance, breaking his spirit and then rebuilding it with our control. It's brutal, but effective."
Min-ho finally looked up, his eyes cold and assessing. "And what guarantees do we have that this won't kill him? An alpha's power isn't something to be trifled with. That too when that alpha is in an Omega's body."
Byung-Ho shrugged nonchalantly. "There are no guarantees. But if we succeed, he will be bound to us, his power at our disposal."
Hyun-soo considered this, a dark glint in his eye. "Proceed with the preparations. We cannot afford to let this opportunity slip."
Meanwhile, back at Syntek, Byung-Ho and Hyun-soo continued to plot. "We need to isolate the alpha first," Byung-Ho said, his voice dripping with malice. "Then we break him."
Hyun-soo nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. "We will start the ritual tonight. Make sure everything is ready."
As the sinister plans were being hatched within the walls of Syntek Pharmaceutical, back at the mansion, the atmosphere was markedly different. The boys had gathered in the living room, the air filled with an unspoken resolve. They had decided it was time to reveal all their secrets and strengthen their bonds, no matter how painful the truths might be.
Seokjin took a deep breath, his eyes scanning the room. "We have to be completely honest with each other. No more hiding."
Jungkook nodded, his face serious. "We need to know everything if we're going to protect each other."
Yeonjun stepped forward, his expression determined. "I think it's time we told you about our past and our abilities. We hid them because we were scared, but you deserve to know."
As each boy shared his story, revealing their true identities and the powers they possessed, the bonds between them grew stronger. They listened to each other's fears and past traumas, understanding the reasons behind the secrets they had kept. It was a cathartic experience, bringing them closer together.
As the boys fortified their trust and prepared for the battle ahead, the sinister forces at Syntek were gearing up for their own dark ritual. The tension was palpable, the stakes higher than ever. The clash between these two forces was inevitable, and the outcome uncertain. Would the boys' newfound unity be enough to withstand the evil plans of Syntek, or would they be torn apart by the very secrets they had just revealed? Only time would tell.