Namhyuk sat alone in the dim, cold room, his back pressed against the rough wall as his thoughts spiraled out of control. Dae Jung's harsh words replayed in his mind, stabbing at his heart with every reminder of being called a traitor. He hugged his knees, his fingers trembling as he tried to hold back the tears that now flowed uncontrollably down his face. His breath hitched as he whispered to himself, trying to make sense of the mess his life had become.
*What did I do wrong?* Namhyuk thought. *What was my mistake? I just wanted to help everyone... I just wanted to be loved, to be accepted...* The pain of unwanted pierced his heart deeper than any physical wound could.
He remembered Dae Jung's accusations—calling him unworthy, claiming he was a traitor. It made no sense to him. He had tried to care for everyone, even for those who misunderstood him. He didn't want to take sides; he only wanted peace. But the more he tried to do good, the more he was condemned. *How did wanting to help make me a traitor?*
He cried through the night, the darkness wrapping around him like a heavy blanket. The room was suffocating, as if every corner was closing in on him. Namhyuk's mind raced with every possible scenario, every single moment when he could have done something differently. But no matter how hard he thought, no matter how many times he asked himself where he went wrong, there was no answer.
The hours blurred, and before he realized it, dawn had broken. The faint light from the window began to creep in, casting a pale glow across the room, but Namhyuk hadn't slept a wink. His eyes were red and puffy, his throat sore from crying. He felt numb.
But even in his despair, Namhyuk was different from Namjoon. Unlike Namjoon, who drowned himself in self-pity, Namhyuk wasn't the type to sit still and accept defeat. The more they told him not to do something, the more he was determined to go against it. He had his own will, his own fire.
Sitting on that cold floor, Namhyuk made a decision. If everyone wanted Namjoon back, if Namjoon was the one who was needed, then he would make it happen. Namhyuk clenched his fists, his resolve hardening. He didn't care if it meant going against every order, every boundary set before him. He would bring Namjoon back, even if it meant destroying himself in the process.
*At least Namjoon was wanted,* Namhyuk thought bitterly. *At least he had people who cared about him. Unlike me. I just wanted love and care... but no one needs me. No one cares.* The thought fueled his determination even more. If bringing Namjoon back would make others happy, then he would do it. He had nothing left to lose.
Namhyuk slowly stood up, wiping the last of his tears from his cheeks. His mind was set. He would find a way to bring Namjoon back, no matter the cost. He had the power of the hybrids flowing through him, and he would use it, even if it destroyed him in the end.
In the soft light of the new day, Namhyuk took a deep breath. He wasn't Namjoon, and he never would be. But if Namjoon was the one they wanted, then Namhyuk would become the one who brought him back. Even if it meant walking down a path of no return.
*I'm not needed, but Namjoon is...* he thought as he stepped out of his room, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders. He would do whatever it took. No one, not even Dae Jung, would stand in his way.
As Namhyuk walked down the dimly lit hallway, his mind swirled with unanswered questions. How could he have Namjoon's memories? What was wrong with him or his body? He needed answers—about himself, about Namjoon, and about everythinDa that was happening around him. His steps quickened, his heart racing with a mixture of confusion and frustration. The answers had to be somewhere, and he knew the storage room held the books he needed.
But just as he turned the corner, a masked figure stepped into his path.
"Going somewhere, Namhyuk?" Sang Ook's voice slithered through the air, cold and mocking. Namhyuk paused, his eyes narrowing at the sight of Sang Ook, who leaned casually against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips.
Namhyuk didn't respond, trying to sidestep him, but Sang Ook blocked his way again. "In a hurry, are we? Searching for answers, maybe? Or are you running away because you're tired of being rejected?"
The words stung, but Namhyuk kept his face emotionless, determined not to give Sang Ook the satisfaction of seeing his pain.
Sang Ook chuckled darkly. "Ah, Dae Jung. Poor, poor Namhyuk. What a sad little story of one-sided love, isn't it? You bend over backward for his attention, for his approval, but he never sees you, does he? No matter what you do, he'll always see you as a little brother never as a lover. Such a pity."
Namhyuk clenched his fists, his heart twisting painfully at Sang Ook's words. He tried to keep moving, but Sang Ook stepped in front of him once again, his voice growing colder, more venomous.
"Dae Jung doesn't care about you. He never has. You're just a replacement, a shadow of the person he actually wanted—Namjoon. Yes ..Namjoon. Poor boy, you don't know, do you? Dae Jung and Min ho from the start had a lov interest in Namjoon but because he sided with humans they left him. But then you appeared . And the worst part? You know it. You know that no matter how hard you try, you'll never be enough for him,even though you and Namjoon look the same, you aren't needed by anyone. "
Namhyuk's jaw tightened, but he remained silent. His eyes flickered with hurt, but he refused to give in to the emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Sang Ook's smile widened, seeing the cracks in Namhyuk's resolve. "You're pathetic, you know that? Always running after someone who will never look at you the way you want. How does it feel, Namhyuk? How does it feel to be utterly invisible to the one person you crave attention from the most?"
The words dug deep into Namhyuk's heart, but he refused to let them break him. He took a deep breath and sighed, stepping to the side again. "I'm not here for your games, Sang Ook. Move."
Sang Ook's smirk faltered for a moment, surprised by Namhyuk's lack of reaction, but his eyes glinted with malice as he spoke once more. "You'll never be enough for him. And deep down, you know it."
Namhyuk stopped, his back still facing Sang Ook, and whispered, "Maybe. But I don't need to be."
With that, Namhyuk continued walking, leaving Sang Ook behind. His heart was heavy, and the words echoed in his mind, but he pushed through the pain. He had more important things to focus on.
Finally reaching the storage room, Namhyuk exhaled deeply, shaking off the lingering bitterness from his encounter with Sang Ook. The room was dark, filled with dusty shelves lined with ancient books about hybrids. He had been told that these books held the answers—answers to his questions about Namjoon and, more importantly, about himself.
He scanned the shelves, pulling out an old, worn book with the title barely legible. Flipping through the pages, he found sections about hybrids—about their powers, their weaknesses, their memories. His heart pounded as he realized something was deeply wrong with him.
*How can I have Namjoon's memories?* he thought. *Is there something in me that's connected to him?* The more he read, the more unsettling the information became. Something about his very existence was off, twisted, like he was a product of something unnatural. But the answers were buried in these pages, and Namhyuk was determined to find them. He wouldn't stop until he uncovered the truth, no matter how painful it was.
*I may not be enough for Dae Jung or anyone else... but I will find out who I am. And I will bring Namjoon back.*
Sang Ook stood in the hallway after Namhyuk left, a twisted smirk curling on his lips. His eyes gleamed with a strange, almost manic satisfaction, as if everything was falling perfectly into place. Byung Ho, who had been standing nearby, watching the whole encounter, approached him with a furrowed brow.
"Why are you provoking him like that? Most of it was a lie. Dae Jung and Min Ho never had a love interest in Namjoon. Why say it then? "Byung Ho asked, a note of unease in his voice. "Everything is running smoothly. What are you trying to do now?"
Sang Ook's smirk only deepened, his eyes never leaving the spot where Namhyuk had disappeared. "I have my reasons," he replied cryptically.
Byung Ho raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "What reasons? Our plans are in motion, aren't they? Namhyuk is already on edge. Why push him further?"
Sang Ook turned to face Byung Ho, his expression darkening. "I need something from him," he said softly, his voice laced with a sinister edge.
Byung Ho narrowed his eyes. "What do you need from him?"
Sang Ook smiled but didn't answer. He simply walked away, leaving Byung Ho standing there, more confused than ever. The tension in the air was palpable, and Byung Ho couldn't shake the feeling that something terrible was on the horizon.
Meanwhile, inside the room, Min Ho carefully slid out of bed, leaving Dae Jung to rest. Dae Jung had been awake most of the night, crying and blaming himself for everything that had happened with Namhyuk. His tears had been relentless, his guilt weighing heavy on his heart. Min Ho had tried to console him, but there was only so much comfort words could bring.
Now, with Dae Jung finally asleep, Min Ho needed to find Namhyuk. He knew he had to explain everything to clear up the misunderstanding. *Namhyuk has to know the truth,* he thought, walking swiftly down the hallway. *He can't keep thinking we're against him.*
As Min Ho wandered through the dim corridors, his steps faltered when he saw Sang Ook entering a room further down the hall. Something about the way Sang Ook moved—swift, almost like a shadow—made Min Ho pause. His gut instinct screamed that something wasn't right.
He waited for Sang Ook to leave, watching from a distance, his heart racing. When Sang Ook finally exited the room and disappeared down the corridor, Min Ho's suspicion deepened. He approached the door slowly, glancing around to make sure no one was watching. With a deep breath, he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The room was dark, with only a small lamp casting an eerie glow on the scattered papers and objects on the table. Min Ho's eyes immediately landed on a laptop sitting among the chaos. Papers were strewn everywhere, with strange symbols and handwritten notes, but the laptop drew his attention the most. It was warm, meaning it was recently used. It was as if Sang Ook had tried to hide something important there.
Min Ho, being a computer expert, quickly accessed the laptop and started searching. His fingers moved swiftly over the keyboard, scanning through files and folders. He wasn't sure what he was looking for, but something in his gut told him there was more to Sang Ook than anyone realized.
After fifteen minutes of searching, he stumbled upon a video file. It was hidden deep within layers of encrypted folders, as if someone had gone to great lengths to keep it secret. Min Ho's heart pounded as he opened the file. He had no idea what he was about to see, but the fact that it was hidden so well meant it was important.
The video started to play, and Min Ho's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His breath caught in his throat, his hands trembling as he processed the disturbing footage. No words could describe the horror that unfolded on the screen.
*This... this changes everything,* Min Ho thought, his mind racing. He needed to get this video to Dae Jung. He needed to show him the truth.
Quickly, he grabbed his phone and tried to transfer the video, but just as he was about to complete the transfer, a chilling voice came from behind him.
"Ah... I see you've found something interesting."
Min Ho froze, his blood running cold. He turned around slowly, and there stood Sang Ook, leaning against the doorframe with an eerie smile on his face. His eyes glinted with malice, and his posture was relaxed, as if he had been waiting for this moment.
"You really shouldn't be poking around in things that don't concern you, Min Ho," Sang Ook said softly, his voice calm but laced with menace. "I'm curious... how far did you get?"
Min Ho's heart raced, but he kept his expression steady. "What are you doing, Sang Ook?" he demanded, trying to buy himself some time. "What's all this about? What are you planning?"
Sang Ook tilted his head, his smile never wavering. "You've seen too much. Far too much, actually. It's a shame, really. I thought you'd be smarter than this."
Min Ho's muscles tensed, and he prepared to attack, but as he moved, a wave of dizziness washed over him. His body felt heavy, sluggish, and he realized with a sinking feeling that something was wrong. His vision blurred, and he stumbled backward, his hand gripping the edge of the table for support.
"You..." Min Ho gasped, his voice weak. "What did you do to me?"
Sang Ook's grin widened. "You're not as sharp as I thought. You've been poisoned, my dear Min Ho. I saw you spying on me and left the poison in the room. You have been enjoying it from the last twenty minutes. You didn't even notice."
Min Ho's vision darkened, his legs giving out beneath him. He collapsed to the floor, struggling to stay conscious. "You... won't... get away with this," he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Sang Ook crouched down beside him, his smile turning into a sinister smirk. "Oh, but I already have. You see, one player has fallen from the game. And soon, the others will follow."
Min Ho's world went black, his body limp and unresponsive. Sang Ook stood up, brushing off his hands as if nothing had happened. He glanced down at Min Ho's unconscious form with a look of satisfaction.
"Too bad," Sang Ook muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "One player gone too soon."
Dae Jung after waking up had been pacing around the room, growing increasingly anxious. Neither Min Ho nor Namhyuk was in sight, and something felt terribly wrong.Dae Jung stormed out of the room, his heart pounding in his chest. Neither do Min Ho nor Namhyuk was anywhere to be found. Panic surged through him as he approached the guards stationed outside.
"Where are Min Ho and Hyuk?" he demanded, his voice sharp with urgency.
One of the guards stood straighter and replied, "Min Ho went to the storage room earlier, sir. He said he was looking for Namhyuk."
Dae Jung's brow furrowed. *The storage room?* He was about to head in that direction when he saw Namhyuk emerging from the opposite end of the hallway. A thick, worn-out book was clutched tightly in Namhyuk's hands, his expression one of confusion mixed with concern.
"Namhyuk!" Dae Jung called out, his voice strained. "Where's Min Ho? Did you meet him?"
Namhyuk shook his head, looking genuinely puzzled. "No, I didn't see him. I've been in the storage room going through some old books. I thought he was with you."
Dae Jung felt a pit forming in his stomach. *Something's wrong,* he thought, his anxiety intensifying. Min Ho never left him like this—never went anywhere without telling him. There was always a reason, always a word exchanged. But now, there was only silence.
Just then, Byung Ho came from behind , his face twisted in shock and disbelief. "Min Ho is missing!" he exclaimed, his eyes darting between Dae Jung and Namhyuk. "How come? Namhyuk, you didn't do anything to him, did you? Just to take out your anger because of the fight you had with Dae Jung yesterday?"
Namhyuk's gaze hardened at Byung Ho's words. He opened his mouth to respond, but Byung Ho continued, his tone dripping with suspicion and bitterness.
"It's not like we don't know you, Namhyuk," Byung Ho sneered. "You were so upset last night, ranting and arguing. And Min Ho just happens to disappear today? You're unstable, a ticking bomb—anyone can see that. Who knows what you could have done to him? Just because you're confused and can't figure out who you are, doesn't mean you should drag others down with you."
"Enough, Byung Ho!" Dae Jung snapped, but Namhyuk saw the uncertainty in his eyes. He was worried, confused, and afraid for Min Ho, and Byung Ho's words, no matter how venomous, were feeding into those fears.
Namhyuk's blood boiled, his hybrid energy crackling beneath his skin. He clenched his fists, taking a step forward, but he forced himself to stop. He glared at Byung Ho, his anger barely contained. "You think I did something to Min Ho?" he spat, his voice trembling with fury. "After everything he did for me, you think I would hurt him? Is this what you really believe?"
Byung Ho shrugged, his lips curling into a mocking smile. "Why not? You were in a rage yesterday. Anyone could see you were ready to explode. Maybe Min Ho said something you didn't like. Maybe you snapped."
Namhyuk took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "You're pathetic, Byung Ho," he hissed. "Always jumping to conclusions, always blaming others. I've never hurt Min Ho, and I never would."
Dae Jung stepped forward, his expression conflicted. "Hyuk, where were you before you came here?"
Namhyuk's eyes widened, pain flashing across his face. "You… You're questioning me too?" His voice was low, trembling with a mixture of hurt and anger. "I already told you—I didn't see Min Ho. I was just in the storage room."
"Then how come Min Ho is missing?" Dae Jung shot back, his voice rising. "How is it that he's nowhere to be found, and you're the only one who saw him last?"
"Because he was looking for *me!*" Namhyuk shouted, his voice echoing down the hallway. He was shaking now, his chest heaving as he tried to keep his emotions in check. "He was trying to clear up whatever misunderstandings we had. You—" He pointed a trembling finger at Dae Jung. "—you didn't even listen to him properly yesterday! You were too busy blaming yourself to hear what he had to say!"
Dae Jung faltered, guilt flickering in his eyes. "Hyuk, you heard us. But I…"
Namhyuk shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his lips. "So, now you're going to blame me for this too, huh? Of course, why not! That's what everyone's been doing since the beginning, haven't they? Anything goes wrong, and it's all Namhyuk's fault. He's a traitor. He's not trustworthy. He's confused. Well, let me tell you something, Dae Jung. You're no better than Byung Ho if you think I would harm Min Ho. You're just as ridiculous as he is."
Byung Ho opened his mouth to retort, but Namhyuk cut him off, his voice rising. "Do you even hear yourselves? Min Ho is missing, and all you can think of is pointing fingers. And you, Dae Jung—" He turned his blazing gaze to Dae Jung, who took a step back, stunned by the intensity in Namhyuk's eyes. "—of all people, you chose to believe him instead of me. After everything we've been through, after everything I've tried to do for you… How fragile was your trust in me?"
Dae Jung looked away, unable to meet Namhyuk's gaze. "Hyuk… it's not like that. I'm just—"
"You're just scared," Namhyuk interrupted, his voice cracking with the weight of his emotions. "You're scared, so you'll accuse anyone, even me, to make yourself feel better. Well, congratulations, Dae Jung. You've succeeded in proving that I'm nothing to you."
"Namhyuk, I—"
"Save it!" Namhyuk shouted, the hybrid energy swirling around him, making the air crackle with tension. "You're not my family, not my friend. Not if you think I'm capable of hurting the one person I actually care about in this whole mess. I didn't do anything to Min Ho, but if you don't believe me, then I'll find him on my own."
With that, Namhyuk turned on his heel and stormed off down the corridor, his shoulders tense, every muscle in his body coiled with anger. He could feel Byung Ho's smirk behind him, but he didn't care. He was done explaining himself to people who would never understand.
Dae Jung stared after him, his heart aching with guilt and fear. He felt Byung Ho's hand on his shoulder and turned to look at him, his expression one of pure desperation.
"Min Ho's really gone, isn't he?" Dae Jung whispered, his voice barely audible. "What if something happened to him? What if… what if it's my fault?"
Byung Ho sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Well, it's not like Namhyuk helped the situation, did he?"
But Dae Jung was no longer listening. He was already turning away, his mind racing. He had to find Min Ho, no matter what. And if Namhyuk was right, if he hadn't done anything… then who had?
With a renewed sense of urgency, Dae Jung ran in the direction Namhyuk had gone, his heart pounding in his chest. He had to find Min Ho. He couldn't lose him. Not like this.
Namhyuk, meanwhile, was using his hybrid powers, trying to sense any trace of Min Ho's presence. He walked briskly through the hallways, his eyes darting around, his senses heightened. Finally, he felt it—a faint trace of Min Ho's energy. He followed the trail, his heart sinking as he realized it was leading him back to the storage room.
He burst into the storage room and stopped short. There, amidst a pile of books and scattered papers, lay Min Ho, unconscious and deathly pale.
"Dae Jung!" Namhyuk shouted, his voice echoing through the empty room. "He's here! I found him!"
Dae Jung rushed in moments later, his eyes widening in horror as he saw Min Ho's limp form. Together, they carefully lifted him and took him to their room, calling for the hybrid doctor.
The doctor arrived quickly, his expression serious as he examined Min Ho. "He's been poisoned," the doctor said gravely. "And not just any poison. This is a rare one, hard to find, and even harder to treat."
Dae Jung felt his heart sink. "Can you cure him? Do you have the antidote?"
The doctor shook his head. "I don't have the antidote for this. It's not something you can just come by."
Dae Jung turned to Namhyuk, his expression accusing, even though he didn't say the words out loud. But Namhyuk saw it in his eyes, the doubt, the suspicion.
"You think I did this, don't you?" Namhyuk whispered, his voice barely audible.
Dae Jung didn't respond, but his silence spoke volumes.
Namhyuk's heart shattered. Of all people, he hadn't expected this from Dae Jung. He turned away, his shoulders slumped. "I'll find the antidote," he said quietly, his voice hollow. "I'll bring Min Ho back. Even if you don't believe me… I'll do it for him."
Without another word, he left the room, his mind racing. He had to find the antidote. He had to prove himself, even if it meant sacrificing everything. As he disappeared down the hallway, Dae Jung sank to his knees.
Dae Jung's mind filled with doubt and fear. The questions spiraled in his head, but there were no answers. He could only hold Min Ho's hand and pray that Namhyuk would return with the antidote before it was too late.
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Sang Ook stood outside the Syntek building, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He leaned against a pillar, tapping his fingers rhythmically as he waited. A sleek black car pulled up to the curb, and a sinister smirk curled on his lips as it came to a halt. The door opened, and six rugged men stepped out, each one marked by a collection of nasty scars on their faces, hands, and chests. These men had clearly been through a lifetime of battles, and their hardened expressions were proof of their dangerous pasts.
Sang Ook stepped forward, greeting them with a crooked smile. "Welcome, gentlemen. I've been expecting you."
The men exchanged brief nods, their cold eyes scanning the area as they followed Sang Ook inside. They walked in silence, their presence alone radiating an air of menace. Byung Ho, who had been keeping an eye on the situation from a distance, widened his eyes in shock when he recognized them.
Once Sang Ook had led the men to a secluded room, where they sat down with an unsettling air of dominance, Byung Ho grabbed Sang Ook by the arm and dragged him out of the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" Byung Ho hissed, his voice barely above a whisper, filled with panic. "Do you even know who those people are?"
Sang Ook turned to Byung Ho with a twisted grin, his eyes glinting with that unsettling psychotic edge. "Of course I know who they are. They're hybrid traffickers."
Byung Ho's face drained of color. "And you brought them here? This is the hybrid den! Do you have any idea what you're risking by letting them inside? Why did you bring them here?"
Sang Ook chuckled darkly, clearly unfazed by Byung Ho's panic. "Relax. Their boss isn't here. It's just a few of them, and they're here for some fun, nothing more. I'll make sure they get what they came for, and then they'll leave. My work will be done, and no one will know about it. "
Byung Ho grabbed Sang Ook by the collar, his voice trembling with a mixture of fear and anger. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sang Ook. What are you thinking? You're provoking Namhyuk, you've already poisoned Min Ho, and he knows too much. He should be eliminated before he talks!"
Sang Ook's eyes narrowed, his grin never faltering. "No need to worry. Min Ho won't be a problem. He's out of the picture for now, but I don't plan on killing him just yet. I need to confirm something first… something very important."
Byung Ho's breath caught in his throat. "What are you trying to confirm?"
Sang Ook's cryptic smile returned as he pulled away from Byung Ho's grasp. "You'll see soon enough." Without another word, he turned and made his way back into the room where the hybrid traffickers were waiting.
Byung Ho stood frozen, his mind racing. Sang Ook was treading on dangerous ground, playing with forces that could destroy everything they had built. The hybrid traffickers were not the type of people you entertained casually. Their presence in the hybrid den was an open invitation to chaos.
Inside the room, Sang Ook resumed his place at the table with the traffickers. "Gentlemen," he began smoothly, "let's get to business. I have something that will interest you, and I promise, you'll find your time here... entertaining."
The traffickers leaned in slightly, their scarred faces showing intrigue. Sang Ook's eyes gleamed with sinister delight. Everything was falling into place.
Outside, Byung Ho stood in the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn't know what Sang Ook was planning, but whatever it was, it wouldn't end well for anyone involved. And Namhyuk, caught in the middle of this dangerous game, had no idea what awaited him.
As Sang Ook descended into the basement with the six buff men, their heavy footsteps echoed ominously down the narrow hallway. Ten more men, armed with thick steel rods, followed closely behind, their faces devoid of mercy. At the end of the hall, the last cell stood waiting—a cell that contained the very people Sang Ook sought to break.
Inside, BTS and the Cinq gang were gathered, engaged in a deep discussion. The tension between them had begun to ease, and they were strategizing their next move, unaware of the storm about to break.
Suddenly, the sound of the cell door being unlocked snapped them out of their conversation. The door creaked open, and Sang Ook walked in, his face twisted with a cruel smirk. Behind him, the six buff men filed in, their imposing presence immediately putting everyone on edge. The boys exchanged wary glances, their instincts screaming that something was wrong.
"What do you want, Sang Ook?" Yoongi growled, standing up, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. They all recognized Sang ook as Namhyuk had described him as a weirdo who always wears a mask.
Sang Ook didn't respond immediately. Instead, he gestured with a lazy wave of his hand, and without warning, he barked, "Now."
The ten men with steel rods stormed into the cell, catching everyone off guard. The first swing of a rod smashed into the table in the center of the room, splintering it into pieces. Chaos erupted. The boys scrambled to react, their bodies tensing as the brutal attack began.
Jungkook was the first to move, his reflexes sharp, as he dodged a blow aimed at his head. "What the hell—!" he shouted, but before he could finish, another rod swung towards his legs. He leaped to the side, barely avoiding the strike, but the attackers were relentless.
Yoongi was next to react, launching himself at one of the attackers with a furious punch to the gut. The man staggered back, but Yoongi barely had time to regain his footing before another rod came down on him, slamming into his shoulder with a sickening thud. He groaned in pain, but pushed through, trying to defend himself.
Jimin, always quick on his feet, darted around the cell, using his agility to avoid the heavy rods. He managed to kick one man's legs out from under him, but as he turned to face another, a rod caught him square in the ribs. The impact knocked the wind out of him, and he crumpled to the floor, gasping for breath. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth as he struggled to get back up.
Seokjin and Yeonjun, unarmed but determined, worked together to fend off two of the attackers. Seokjin grabbed a broken piece of the table and swung it at one of the men, but it shattered against the man's steel rod. Yeonjun ducked under a blow aimed at his head, retaliating with a hard punch to the attacker's jaw. But they were outnumbered, and soon, both were overwhelmed. Seokjin took a hard hit to the back, and Yeonjun was struck across the face, leaving a deep gash over his eye.
Jungkook fought fiercely, his instincts kicking in as he blocked and dodged the blows. But even he couldn't avoid them all. A steel rod came crashing down on his knee, sending him to the ground with a sharp cry of pain. He gritted his teeth, trying to push through the agony, but the attackers showed no mercy. They kept hitting him, leaving him bruised and bloodied.
Taehyung and Hoseok had tried to hold off two men together, but the brute strength of their opponents was too much. Taehyung took a brutal hit to the side of his head, and his vision blurred as he collapsed to the floor. Hoseok, though injured, managed to tackle one of the men, but another swung a rod directly at his arm, breaking it with a loud snap. He screamed in pain, clutching his injured limb.
Hueningkai, though strong, was caught off guard. He managed to land a few punches, but a steel rod came crashing down on his back, sending him sprawling to the ground. His body screamed in pain, but he struggled to stand, determined to protect his brothers.
The six buff men laughed maniacally, enjoying the carnage. They joined in, their fists and rods raining down on the boys, adding to the brutal attack. One of them grabbed Taehyun by the hair, lifting him up only to throw him against the wall with enough force to crack the plaster. Taehyun groaned, his body crumpling to the floor, blood staining his lips.
Seokjin, who had been trying to shield Yeonjun, was hit hard in the back again, this time with a force that left him gasping in agony. His vision dimmed as he struggled to stay conscious. "Hang on," he muttered to Yeonjun, but he could barely keep himself upright.
Jungkook, despite his injuries, tried to stand once more, only to be kicked in the ribs. He spat out blood, his body trembling from the pain. His vision swam as he tried to focus, but everything was slipping away.
The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, cries of pain, and the sickening thuds of steel rods against flesh. BTS and the Cinq gang had fought bravely, but they were unarmed, outnumbered, and unprepared for such a brutal ambush.
By the end, the boys were left lying on the cold, hard floor, their bodies battered and bruised. Jimin, Jungkook, Yeonjun, and Seokjin were the worst off, their injuries severe. Jimin's ribs were likely broken, Jungkook's knee was shattered, and Seokjin's back was bruised badly enough to limit his movement. Yeonjun had a deep cut across his face, and blood stained his clothes.
As the attackers finally stepped back, leaving the room littered with the injured boys, Sang Ook stood in the doorway, watching with a satisfied grin. "Not bad," he mused, "but you'll need to try harder if you want to survive what's coming next."
As Sang Ook stood in the doorway, his gaze shifted towards two figures in the corner of the cell—Soobin and Beomgyu.Both injured but mainly afraid for Yeonjun and their other brothers.Both boys were huddled together, their eyes wide with fear, their bodies trembling. Sang Ook's smirk widened as he motioned towards them, addressing the six buff men who had just brutally beaten the others.
"There," Sang Ook sneered, "those are the omegas you wanted. Soobin and Beomgyu. You've got two hours to do whatever you want with them. Just… don't kill them. Not yet, anyway. I might need them later. But," he chuckled darkly, "if an accident happens, well, that's a different story."
The six men, their faces twisted with cruel grins, took a step toward Soobin and Beomgyu. The boys shrank back, their terror palpable. Soobin's breath hitched in his throat, and Beomgyu's eyes welled with tears as the reality of their situation sunk in.
Yoongi, despite the blood trickling down his face from the earlier assault, pushed himself up, staggering to his feet. His body screamed in pain, but he ignored it, moving to stand in front of Soobin and Beomgyu. "Why do you want them?" Yoongi demanded, his voice hoarse. "Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
Sang Ook tilted his head mockingly, clicking his tongue. "Tch, tch, Yoongi," he said, feigning disappointment. "You need to learn the rules. You're in *my* territory now. You can't do anything. And as for why…" He glanced at the six men behind him. "Well, these fine gentlemen have been waiting a long time to… play. Soobin and Beomgyu are just the entertainment for tonight."
The words hung in the air like a noose tightening around the boys' necks. Soobin and Beomgyu visibly shivered, the terror in their eyes growing as the reality of what was about to happen sank in. Their bodies tensed, but no matter how hard they tried to hide it, the fear was undeniable.
Yoongi clenched his fists, blood dripping from his knuckles as he tried to hold himself steady. "You won't touch them," he growled, moving closer to shield Soobin and Beomgyu with his own body.
Sang Ook let out an exasperated sigh, glancing at the other injured boys. "What's your problem, Yoongi? Really? This isn't your fight. They're just going to have a bit of fun, that's all. Why so protective?" His tone dripped with mockery, but underneath it was an edge of danger. "These six men want to play, and they'll have their way."
The boys, even in their weakened state, tried to rally around Soobin and Beomgyu. Hoseok and Taehyun, though their bodies hurt, they came between the approaching men and their friends. Taehyung and Hueningkai, clutching their chest and legs, still tried to stand, but the pain was overwhelming.
"Don't… touch them," Taehyun gasped, his voice barely audible.
The six men sneered, their patience wearing thin. Without warning, one of them swung his rod again, this time aimed at Yoongi, knocking him to the ground. The others followed suit, delivering more brutal blows to the boys who were already beaten and bleeding. The cell filled once more with the sickening sounds of metal striking flesh, groans of pain, and desperate attempts to resist.
Jungkook was slammed against the wall, his head hitting the concrete hard enough to blur his vision. Jimin was kicked repeatedly, each strike sending waves of agony through his already broken ribs. Taehyung and Hoseok, despite their injuries, tried to fend off the attackers, but they were quickly overpowered.
Soobin and Beomgyu, shaking with fear, huddled together as the men advanced on them. They tried to resist, their eyes filled with desperation, but they were no match for the brute strength of the two men who grabbed them. Like rag dolls, Soobin and Beomgyu were lifted off the ground, their struggles futile.
"No! Let them go!" Yoongi and Seokjin shouted, their voices cracking as they tried to stand again. But a heavy boot and steel rod came down on their backs, pinning them to the ground. They could only watch in helpless horror as the cell door was slammed shut, leaving them trapped inside.
Soobin and Beomgyu were carried away, their terrified cries echoing down the hallway as the men dragged them out of sight.
Inside the cell, those who were still conscious were left in a state of shock. Yeonjun was fully bakcked out with a severe head injury, Jungkook, barely able to move, reached out weakly, his fingers brushing the cold floor as he tried to hold on to some sense of control. Yoongi, bloodied and broken, lay on the ground, his heart pounding with fear and rage. Seokjin barely keeping consciousness was trying to get up but his body was screaming. Jimin, Taehyung, and the others, all too injured to fight, could do nothing but pray for their friends.
The terror of what was happening to Soobin and Beomgyu outside the cell was too much to bear, and those left behind were haunted by the helplessness of their situation.
In a dimly lit room, Soobin and Beomgyu were forcefully tied to cold metal beds. Their wrists and ankles were bound tight with rough ropes, leaving them completely helpless. Tears streamed down their faces as the reality of their situation sank in, and fear hung thick in the air. Beomgyu, shivering, could barely contain the terror coursing through his veins as the six men encircled them like hungry hyenas, eager to prey on their weakness.
The men's leering gazes felt like daggers, but amidst the suffocating fear, Soobin mustered a sliver of courage. His voice shook, but he forced himself to speak, knowing he needed to protect Beomgyu, no matter the cost.
"Take me instead," Soobin said, his voice cracking under the pressure but still firm enough to make the men pause. "I can… satisfy all of you," he lied, swallowing his fear. "I'm the omega queen. Just… leave Beomgyu. He doesn't deserve this."
Beomgyu's eyes widened in disbelief, tears welling up even more as he turned to Soobin, shaking his head violently. "No! Soobin, no! Don't do this!" His voice was strained, full of desperation. "We can't sacrifice you. I won't let you—"
But Soobin cut him off, a determined glint in his teary eyes. "One of us has to survive, Beomgyu. We can't both be destroyed today. Our mates need one of us safe. And that one will be you. Please... let me protect you."
The six men, bored of the emotional display, snickered darkly. One of them, a hulking brute with scars marring his face, stepped forward. "Alright, omega queen," he sneered, mocking Soobin's words. "Let's see if you can really satisfy us. Maybe if you're good, we'll consider letting your friend go."
Without another word, they untied Beomgyu, tossing him onto a table nearby. Though free from the bed, he was tied down again, helpless to do anything but watch. Soobin was now their sole focus, and they loomed over him, grinning like predators about to tear their prey apart.
But Soobin's mind was racing, a dark thought forming in the back of his head. He had a secret—a forbidden hybrid power called *Sacrificial Inferno*. It was a devastating ability, a last resort that would kill not just the enemies around him but himself as well. The power would ignite his very soul, unleashing a fiery energy that consumed everything in its path, burning his enemies to death instantly. But in using it, Soobin would not survive. Still, he would rather die than let these monsters taint both him and Beomgyu.
Just as Soobin prepared himself for the inevitable, preparing to unleash the forbidden power, something stirred far away.
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Namhyuk, as he did every day, had been preparing food when something caught his attention. Bloodstains. They trailed along the floor, leading toward the cell where the BTS and Cinq gang were kept. His heart pounded in his chest, a sense of dread creeping over him. Without a second thought, he ran toward the cell, fear gripping him tighter with every step.
When Namhyuk reached the cell, the sight that greeted him was horrifying. His friends lay battered and bruised, covered in blood and too weak to stand. Jimin, Jungkook, Seokjin, Yoongi, Yeonjun—all of them were seriously injured. Their faces were streaked with tears, their eyes filled with desperation as they cried out for help.
"Namhyuk! Please… save Soobin and Beomgyu!" Hoseok gasped, clutching his side where a deep bruise was forming.
But Namhyuk barely heard them. The sight of his friends in such a state caused an intense headache to erupt in his mind. His vision blurred, and it felt as though he was being pulled under, drowning in a sea of pain and confusion. His hands gripped his head tightly, his fingers digging into his scalp as the world around him faded. It was too much. Too much agony, too much fear, too many voices screaming at him, overwhelming his senses. He was on his knees as the pain was unbearable and his eyes shut tight, bearing the piercing pain from head.
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When Namhyuk opened his eyes again, everything had changed. His eyes, once their usual color, now glowed a bright, otherworldly aqua blue. The aura around him had shifted, colder and far more dangerous than before. Jin, who had been watching him from the corner of the cell, froze, his heart skipping a beat. "Namjoon...?" he whispered to himself, unable to believe what he was seeing.
Namhyuk—or was it Namjoon?—stood up slowly, his gaze sweeping over the room. His voice, colder than ice, cut through the silence. "Who did this?"
Yoongi, gasping for breath, managed to croak out a response. "Sang Ook… and six men… they took Soobin and Beomgyu. You have to save them."
Namhyuk's—no, Namjoon's—expression hardened. His eyes glowed even brighter, his face a mask of cold, unrelenting rage. Without another word, he turned and stormed out of the cell, his footsteps echoing through the halls like a monster ready to unleash devastation. The air around him crackled with dangerous energy, and anyone who crossed his path would soon feel the wrath of someone far more powerful than they could ever imagine.
There would be no mercy for those who dared to harm his friends.
Namjoon's breath was calm as he focused on finding Soobin and Beomgyu's familiar presence. His body, however, trembled with an undercurrent of fury. He could feel their fear and distress, like a cord pulling him toward them. He stormed down the hallways, his eyes glowing an eerie aqua blue. In that moment, Namjoon wasn't Namhyuk anymore. He was the protector, the older brother who had been brought back from the depths of his forgotten past.
In the dark room, Soobin was barely holding back his tears. The men surrounded him like hungry hyenas, their hands grazing his bare skin, leaving him feeling cold and violated. Beomgyu, tied to a nearby table, was desperately pulling at the ropes binding his hands. His wrists were raw and bleeding from the effort. Soobin, trying to muster the courage, turned to him with trembling lips.
"Beomgyu... let me take this. I'll handle them. You need to survive for our mates. They can't lose both of us," Soobin said softly, his voice trembling but resolute. Beomgyu shook his head violently, tears streaming down his face. "No, I won't let you do this, Soobin!" he cried, his voice breaking.
But Soobin had already made up his mind. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the disgusting touches and forced his mind to recall sweeter memories—the warm embraces of his mates Yeonjun, Taehyun, and Kai. Their love had always been his safe heaven, and he would hold on to those moments to survive this nightmare.
Then, just as the men were getting more aggressive, something strange happened. The touches stopped. The room seemed to grow colder, quieter. Soobin opened his eyes, blinking through the tears, and was stunned to see the six men levitating in the air, their faces contorted in pain. They were writhing, their bodies twisted at unnatural angles as they gasped for breath.
"Namjoon hyung?" Soobin whispered, his voice hoarse with disbelief. His eyes widened as he saw Namjoon, or rather Namhyuk, standing in the doorway, his blue eyes glowing fiercely. His expression was like that of a predator about to tear its prey apart. "Namjoon hyung!" Soobin yelled in relief, the tears finally breaking free.
Beomgyu, who had been struggling and bleeding to free himself, heard Soobin's shout and stopped. His breath hitched as he looked over, seeing Namjoon standing tall and fearsome, surrounded by an aura of power. Beomgyu exhaled, his chest heaving as relief washed over him. The nightmare wasn't over, but at least now, there was hope.
Namjoon stepped into the room, his voice low and cold, laced with deadly intent. "How dare you touch my people?" he hissed, his hand raised slightly as he manipulated the men's bodies like they were mere toys. Without hesitation, he began twisting their bones, each crack followed by the men's agonizing screams. The sound of bones snapping echoed in the room, their fingers and limbs contorting in ways that made Beomgyu shudder.
Sang Ook entered the room, his eyes immediately locking onto Namjoon's glowing ones. He watched the men suspended in midair, their bodies being broken, and a twisted smirk formed on his face. "I knew you were still there, Namjoon. Look how far I had to push to bring you back out," he said, his tone dripping with psychotic amusement.
Namjoon ignored him, his focus entirely on the six men. "You dared to touch my younger brothers," he growled, his voice colder than ice. With a flick of his wrist, he began snapping their fingers, one by one, the men screaming in agony. Beomgyu flinched at the sound, but Namjoon, noticing this, stuffed the men's mouths with their own clothes to silence their cries.
"Too noisy," Namjoon muttered before continuing his merciless torture. He picked up a small fruit knife from the table and began making shallow cuts on the men's bodies, watching with cold satisfaction as their blood dripped to the floor.
Soobin, freed from his restraints by Namjoon's powers, sat up shakily. His eyes were wide as he watched the scene unfold. "Namjoon hyung's psychic abilities... they've reached their peak. He's too strong," Soobin whispered to himself, awe and fear mingling in his voice.
Once Namjoon had thoroughly broken every bone in the men's bodies, he twisted their necks with one final movement, their bodies dropping to the ground in a bloody heap. Sang Ook, who had been observing with amusement, turned to leave, but Namjoon wasn't done.
Without a word, Namjoon extended his arm and grasped Sang Ook by the throat with his powers, lifting him off the ground effortlessly. Sang Ook's smirk faltered as he gasped for breath, his hands clawing at the invisible force around his neck.
"I told you not to mess with my family. You did it again," Namjoon said, his voice dripping with malice. His grip tightened, and Sang Ook's face began turning a shade of purple.
Soobin, noticing the murderous intent in Namjoon's eyes, quickly placed a hand on his arm. "Hyung, we need to help the others. They're seriously injured, we can deal with him later. But the others can't wait." Soobin said softly, trying to pull Namjoon back from the edge.
Namjoon hesitated, his eyes flicking to Soobin's tearful face before reluctantly releasing his hold on Sang Ook, who fell to the ground, gasping for air. Without another glance, Namjoon turned and walked with Soobin and Beomgyu back to the cell where the others were.
When they arrived, Namjoon saw the battered and broken bodies of BTS and the Cinq gang. His heart ached at the sight, but he quickly knelt beside them, his hands glowing softly as he began healing their wounds. He worked silently, his face pale from the effort.
"You guys need to leave this place," Namjoon said as he healed them. "You won't be able to survive here. Sang Ook is a madman. Things like this will happen again. I can't always save you."
The others, though still in pain, shook their heads. They wouldn't leave Namjoon alone, not again.Namjoon sighed at their stubbornness. But he kept focusing on healing.
After healing them all, Namjoon suddenly coughed up blood, his body trembling from the overuse of his powers. Alarmed, the others reached out to him, but before they could catch him, Namjoon collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
After what felt like a few minutes, Namjoon stirred awake. His vision was blurry, but he could make out the familiar faces of the boys around him. Confusion settled on his features as he sat up, looking at them with furrowed brows.
"You... you were hurt," he murmured, glancing from one boy to the next. "Did you heal yourselves? I feel... weird. Like I missed something. What happened here?"
The boys exchanged quick glances before sighing in unison. Taehyun, always the quickest thinker, forced a smile and spoke up. "It's Namhyuk again."
"Nothing, everything's fine," Beomgyu added, trying to sound nonchalant. "We healed ourselves. No big deal."
Namhyuk nodded, though the confusion was still evident in his eyes. He could tell they were hiding something, but his mind felt hazy, like something important had slipped through his fingers. He rubbed his temples and decided not to push further. "I have some work to do," he mumbled, turning away. Before leaving, he brought some food and handed them , his expression softening. "Eat something."
With that, Namhyuk left the room, still feeling uneasy. But his duties pressed on his mind, so he forced himself to push the nagging feeling aside for now. There was something else he had to take care of.
In the small kitchen, Namhyuk busied himself, preparing a special tray of meat, seasoned and cooked carefully. He placed the dish on a delicate tray, knowing exactly where he was headed. He made his way to the meditation chamber where the lady he had recently met resided. Entering quietly, he placed the dish in front of her.
The lady, as usual, sat with her eyes closed, deep in meditation. Her aura was calm, yet powerful. Without opening her eyes, she acknowledged his presence. "You've come with a special dish," she said, her voice even and knowing. "What do you want from me?"
Namhyuk felt a flicker of shyness. He cleared his throat before speaking. "I… I wasn't sure what you liked, so I brought something that's popular with many. I hope you like my cooking."
She finally opened her eyes, her gaze piercing but not unkind. Namhyuk fidgeted slightly under her scrutiny but remained focused. "Yes," he continued, "I need help. I was wondering if you had knowledge about poisons."
The lady's expression didn't change as she nodded. Namhyuk quickly pulled out a small pot from his pocket, handing it to her. Inside were a few drops of blood and a needle that had turned a dark green color. "I know this poison," she said simply.
Namhyuk's eyes lit up with hope. "What about the antidote? Can you make one?"
She looked at the pot for a long moment before answering. "I can. But it may cost your life."
Namhyuk blinked, taken aback. "My life? Why would an antidote cost my life?"
She didn't look at him when she responded. "The antidote requires your blood. Your blood will form what we call the *Vitalis Elixir*—the only known cure for this particular poison."
His heart raced as he processed her words. "But... I haven't experienced this poison myself. Will my blood work?"
The lady frowned, her gaze sharp. "Whether or not you've experienced this poison isn't the question. Your hybrid energy flow tells me you've been poisoned before—perhaps without realizing it . But since the poison still has traces in your blood, you might have been poisoned for many years. That's why your blood will work. But you don't know anything about that? "
Namhyuk's face darkened with concern. "No,I don't about me being poisoned. But there are many things I don't understand about myself. But leave that matter for now. If my blood can save him, I'll do it. Can you help me?"
She sighed, finally meeting his eyes with a serious expression. "I can help. But understand, your body could be affected."
"Why?" Namhyuk asked, his voice quiet but resolute.
The lady leaned back slightly, as if considering how much to tell him. "Lately, have you felt like you're losing control of your hybrid flow? Weakness, perhaps?"
Namhyuk's jaw tightened, and he nodded slowly. "Yes, I've felt weaker. What does that mean?"
She closed her eyes again, her voice steady. "You're under the influence of a magical object known as the *Vitalis Absorber*. It's a device that drains hybrids of their power, slowly but surely. It's been updated with techniques that make it invisible."
Namhyuk clenched his fists, frustration simmering beneath the surface. " Someone tried to harm me. That's not new. It doesn't matter right now. I need to form the antidote. Can we start?"
The lady sighed, as if weighing his determination against the risks. "It's your decision," she finally said. "I'll help you. But…" she smirked playfully, breaking the tension, "I won't let your food go to waste. I'll eat first."
Namhyuk let out a small chuckle, grateful for the brief moment of levity. As she began to eat, his mind was already racing ahead, thinking about the blood pill he needed to form and the price he was willing to pay. For his brothers, no sacrifice was too great.
The tension in the room was palpable as the five boys huddled together, offering comfort to Soobin and Beomgyu. The weight of the recent incident hung heavy in the air. The sight of Soobin, bare-chested and vulnerable, had shaken them to their cores. Beomgyu's hands were still bandaged, the blood from his earlier struggle seeping through the cloth. They were all affected, some more than others, but in this moment, they were there for each other. As yeonjun was was mostly healed by Namjoon but was still unconscious so the cinq team was unable to perform the healing combined power that heals everyone all together.
Soobin was resting his head against Kai's shoulder, his eyes still misty with unshed tears. He had been through hell, and the thought of his mates, his brothers, suffering had been more than he could bear. "I was ready," Soobin said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I was ready to let go, to give up. I thought... I thought it was the only way."
Beomgyu, sitting beside him, shook his head vehemently, his eyes hard with determination. "No, Soobin. Don't you dare say that again." His voice was thick with emotion, and there was a tremble in his hand as he reached out to grasp Soobin's. "You don't get to sacrifice yourself. Not like that. Not ever again."
Soobin's gaze softened, seeing the pain in Beomgyu's eyes. "I'm sorry, Beomgyu. I just thought if it could save you, if it could save all of you—"
"No," Beomgyu interrupted, his voice stronger now. "We don't need saving at that cost. We need you here, with us. Promise me you'll never do something like that again." His grip on Soobin's hand tightened as if he were trying to anchor him to the present, to their shared future.
"I promise," Soobin said after a long pause, his voice cracking. "I promise I won't."
The rest of the boys were silent for a moment, each of them processing what had just happened. Kai, who was usually quiet, was the first to speak up. His voice was gentle but firm. "We're a family, Soobin. None of us are getting left behind, and none of us are sacrificing ourselves alone. If we're going to face things like this, we do it together."
Taehyun, who had been standing quietly near the door, nodded in agreement. "We've been through too much to let fear tear us apart. We survive by sticking together, not by making reckless sacrifices."
Soobin's heart swelled with emotion, and he nodded, his eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you, guys. I—I don't know what I'd do without you."
Seokjin, always the big brother figure, leaned forward and wrapped an arm around Soobin's shoulders. "You'll never have to find out. We're all in this together."
They sat in silence for a few moments, the warmth of their embrace comforting and steadying. The horror of what they had endured slowly began to fade as the strength of their bond filled the space.
Later on, Yeonjun gained consciousness and then the five healed themselves as well as the others. All were praising and admiring the powers of the cinq team as not even a scratch was visible now.
Just then, the sudden sound of a phone ringing pierced the quiet moment. Yoongi's cell lit up, the caller ID showing Elder Bang Si-Hyuk's name. He quickly answered the call, his expression immediately becoming serious.
"Elder Si-Hyuk, why didn't you answer earlier when I called?" Yoongi's voice was urgent, betraying his concern.
There was a brief pause before Bang Si-Hyuk's voice came through the line, slightly muffled but unmistakably weary. "Everything has changed, Yoongi. The Red Vipers... they aren't willing to wait the three months until your return. They've started causing unnecessary trouble here."
Seokjin, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, straightened up upon hearing this. As the leader, the responsibility weighed heavily on him, and he couldn't help but feel guilty. "I'm sorry, Elder. It's our absence that's causing this, isn't it?"
Bang Si-Hyuk sighed on the other end. "Don't apologize. It's all worth it if you all come back safe and sound. That's what matters the most."
The boys exchanged uneasy glances. They had known their departure would stir things up, but the Red Vipers acting now was troubling.
But then, Bang Si-Hyuk's tone shifted, becoming more somber. "Yoongi... it's true. We found a body."
The air in the room became thick with tension. Yoongi's hand tightened around the phone. "A body?" His voice was barely above a whisper, but everyone else was listening intently.
Bang Si-Hyuk's voice lowered. "It was completely charred. Unrecognizable. But the belongings found with the body... they belonged to So-Hoon."
Jungkook's eyes widened in disbelief, and he jumped to his feet. "How can you be so sure it's him? I mean, if the body was burned beyond recognition..."
Bang Si-Hyuk responded slowly, as if choosing his words carefully. "The possessions found on the body—there's little doubt. They were So-Hoon's."
Jimin, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up, his tone challenging. "But that doesn't mean it's him. Someone could've easily planted So-Hoon's belongings on the body to make it look like it was him."
Taehyung nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed. "It's possible. Someone could've orchestrated this on purpose. But the question is... who would want to do that?"
Bang Si-Hyuk was silent for a moment, then answered, his voice heavy with uncertainty. "We're looking into it. But right now, we don't know. I'll inform you all as soon as we have more information."
The boys exchanged uneasy glances. It was clear they were all thinking the same thing—So-Hoon, their trusted ally, could either be dead or part of something much darker than they could have imagined. They needed answers, and soon.
"We'll be waiting for your update," Yoongi said before ending the call.
The room fell silent again after the call disconnected. Seokjin let out a long sigh, rubbing his temples. "This changes things. If So-Hoon is really dead, we need to be on alert. And if someone's framing his death..."
Jimin finished the thought. "We have bigger problems on our hands."
Beomgyu, still clutching Soobin's hand, looked up with wide eyes. "What are we going to do now?"
Seokjin stood tall, his voice steady and firm. "We stick to the plan. We protect each other, and we find out the truth about So-Hoon. No matter what it takes."
The boys nodded, united once again in their determination to get to the bottom of this mystery.
After the unsettling call with Bang Si-Hyuk ended, the boys took a moment to gather their thoughts. The weight of what they had been through, the threats looming over them, and the uncertainty surrounding So-Hoon all hung in the air. But amidst the chaos, one thing stood out—Namjoon had come for them. And that thought alone brought a much-needed warmth to their hearts.
Kai, who had been sitting quietly, broke the silence first. His voice was soft, filled with awe and relief. "Hyung… Namjoon-hyung didn't leave us." He looked around at the others, his eyes wide, like he was still processing the fact that Namjoon had appeared in their most desperate moment. "He was there when we needed him the most."
Soobin, leaning against Kai, nodded, his voice thick with emotion. "Yeah, he was… I thought it was all over. But then, when I saw him… with his eyes glowing blue…" He swallowed hard, remembering the moment Namjoon had stepped in. "It was like everything stopped. I couldn't believe it. But he saved us."
Taehyun glanced over at Soobin and Beomgyu, still shaken from the ordeal. "He didn't hesitate for a second. The way he came in and took control, like he knew exactly what to do… That's Namjoon-hyung. Always there, no matter how bad things get."
Beomgyu, who had been quiet for a while, finally spoke up, his voice trembling slightly. "I thought I was going to lose Soobin… I didn't know what to do. But Namjoon-hyung—he didn't let that happen. He never does. He protects us… just like he always has."
Yeonjun, standing near the window, turned to face the group. His voice was soft, but there was a deep warmth in his words. "It's like no matter how far we've drifted, or how much things change, he's still Namjoon. Our hyung. The one who would do anything to keep us safe." He smiled a little, a rare, genuine smile that softened the weight in the room. "We're lucky, you know. Not everyone has someone like that."
Jungkook, sitting cross-legged on the floor, nodded in agreement. "He's the glue that holds us all together. Even when we don't see him, or when things get tough, we know he's there. And when we really need him… he shows up." His voice dropped to a whisper. "He always shows up."
Jimin, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke. His voice was filled with admiration. "Namjoon-hyung's psychic powers… I've never seen him use them like that. He's grown so strong. And yet, he still cares about us first. He made sure to save you both—Soobin, Beomgyu—before anything else." He let out a soft sigh. "It's like no matter what happens to him, we're his priority."
Taehyung's gaze softened as he looked at the others. "He's not just strong physically. His heart is strong too. He didn't just save us with his powers—he saved us because he loves us. That's why he came. That's why he'll always come."
The room fell quiet for a moment as the weight of Taehyung's words settled over them. They all knew it was true. Namjoon's strength came from the deep, unwavering love he had for them, his family.
Seokjin, the leader who often carried the burden of responsibility on his shoulders, looked down for a moment before speaking. His voice was filled with a quiet gratitude. "We owe him so much. More than we can ever repay. But the best thing we can do now is stand by him, like he stands by us. He's given us everything… and we're going to bring him back. Not just the Namjoon who saved us today, but the Namjoon we knew before."
The others nodded in agreement, their hearts swelling with determination and affection for their older brother.
"We'll help him remember," Jungkook said, his voice resolute. "Whatever it takes."
Yoongi, who had been standing off to the side, finally stepped forward, his expression softening. "He's still in there. The Namjoon we know. We've seen glimpses of him, even if he doesn't fully remember yet. But he came for us today. That means something."
Jimin nodded, a small, hopeful smile on his face. "Yeah, it means he's still our Namjoon-hyung. Deep down, he knows who we are. He knows we're his family."
Kai, always the one to bring a lightness to the room, smiled gently. "We just have to remind him. And until then, we stick together. Just like always."
The boys huddled closer together, the warmth of their connection filling the space around them. Despite the darkness that loomed, despite the dangers they faced, they found comfort in one another, in the bond that had carried them through so much already. But what they don't know is that Namhyuk is not the Namjoon who they think has forgotten everything,forgot his memories, but he is a completely different person. Many things are in the dark, what will happen when they come in light!!
As they sat there, holding onto each other they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they had Namjoon. And Namjoon had them. And that was enough.
In the dimly lit room, the air was thick with the scent of herbs and incense. Namhyuk stood before the lady, his nerves tight but his resolve unwavering. He glanced at the small vial of poison-tainted blood and the dark green needle that sat beside it. It was strange, almost surreal, to think that the antidote to save his brother would come from his own blood. But there was no room for hesitation now.
The lady, whose eyes had always carried an air of mystery and knowledge, rose from her meditative position and motioned for Namhyuk to sit. Her long, graceful fingers moved deliberately as she set up her tools. Small bowls of herbs, tinctures, and a gleaming silver dagger were laid out neatly before her. Namhyuk could feel the tension building inside him, but he forced himself to remain calm. He had made up his mind.
"You're sure you want to do this?" she asked, her voice steady but laced with a note of warning. "Once I begin, the process cannot be undone. The pain will be unlike anything you've experienced, and your body will weaken. The antidote will be made from your blood, but the cost could be your life."
Namhyuk met her gaze, his expression resolute despite the flicker of uncertainty deep within him. "I have to. My brother's life depends on it. I'll do whatever it takes."
The lady nodded, acknowledging his determination. Without another word, she took the silver dagger and approached Namhyuk. She traced her fingers along his forearm, finding the right place where the blood would be drawn. The air seemed to thicken as the blade gleamed in the dim light.
"This will hurt," she said softly, her voice almost kind. And then, without further warning, she pressed the blade against his skin.
A sharp, burning pain shot through Namhyuk's arm as the blade sliced into his flesh. He gritted his teeth, refusing to cry out, but the pain was immediate and intense, unlike any ordinary wound. The lady worked quickly, her hands steady as she extracted the first drops of blood, which glistened a deep crimson. She held a small vial beneath the wound, allowing his blood to drip into it.
Namhyuk's breath hitched as she continued to draw the blood. His vision blurred slightly from the sharp sting, but he kept his focus. Each drop of blood was precious, the essence of the antidote that would save his brother. He couldn't afford to falter now.
As the vial filled, the lady moved swiftly, her movements practiced and precise. She poured the blood into a small brass bowl and added a mixture of rare herbs and powdered crystals, the ingredients forming a potent combination that began to sizzle and hiss. Namhyuk watched through the haze of pain, his body trembling slightly from the loss of blood, as the mixture began to bubble and swirl with an eerie, glowing light.
The lady's fingers moved deftly as she stirred the concoction, muttering ancient incantations under her breath. Namhyuk could feel the strange energy in the room shifting, a palpable force that made the hair on his arms stand on end. The pain in his arm had dulled to a throbbing ache, but a new sensation began to spread through his body—a deep, gnawing exhaustion that seemed to drain him from the inside out.
He could barely keep his eyes open as the lady continued her work. She reached for a second vial and began to add more herbs, combining them with a few more drops of his blood. The liquid in the bowl darkened to a deep red, almost black, as it thickened into a paste. The air was heavy with the smell of iron and earth.
Namhyuk's body felt like it was burning from the inside. He clenched his fists, his knuckles white, trying to stay still as the lady chanted over the mixture. His muscles screamed in protest, but he forced himself to endure. This was for his brother. He had to stay strong.
The lady glanced at him briefly, her expression unreadable, before she returned her focus to the bowl. She worked swiftly, shaping the thickened mixture into a small, round pill—one no bigger than a marble. As she did, Namhyuk's body swayed, the blood loss and magical process taking a heavy toll on him. He fought to stay upright, even as his vision swam and his limbs felt like they were made of lead.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pill was complete. The lady held it up in the dim light, its surface dark and smooth, with a faint shimmer of crimson still lingering. She turned to Namhyuk, who was barely able to hold himself up, his body slumping from the strain.
"The blood pill is ready," she said quietly, her voice reverberating in the stillness. "This will save your brother. But you…" She looked at him with a mix of respect and concern. "You need to rest. You've given too much."
Namhyuk blinked slowly, his pale face slick with sweat, but when he saw the antidote in her hand, a weak but genuine smile spread across his lips. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his body felt as though it might collapse at any moment, but the sight of that pill—his brother's salvation—made it all worth it.
Despite the intense pain coursing through his veins and the overwhelming fatigue that threatened to pull him under, Namhyuk held his hand out. His fingers trembled, but he reached for the pill. The lady placed it carefully in a box and then in his palm, her touch gentle, almost reverent.
Namhyuk's legs gave way as he tried to stand, his knees buckling under the weight of his weakened body. He stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the table. The lady moved quickly to support him, but he waved her off, his smile still faint but unwavering.
"I… I did it," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with satisfaction. "My brother… he'll be safe now."
His vision blurred again, and his body felt as though it were floating, the pain almost numb at this point. He leaned heavily against the table, struggling to remain conscious. His face was ghostly pale, beads of sweat dripping down his brow, and his breathing was labored. But even through the haze of exhaustion and pain, Namhyuk managed one final smile.
"Thank you," he whispered to the lady, his voice barely audible as he clutched the antidote box tightly. His legs wobbled, and his head felt like it was spinning, but the thought of saving his brother gave him the strength to hold on just a little longer.
The lady watched him with a quiet respect, knowing how much he had sacrificed. "Rest now, Namhyuk. You've done enough."
But even as his body threatened to give out, Namhyuk's mind was on one thing—the antidote in his hand. Despite the overwhelming pain and the blood he had lost, his heart was filled with relief. His brother would live. That was all that mattered.
And with that thought, his body finally gave in, and he slumped to the floor, the pill still clutched tightly in his hand, his face pale but peaceful, knowing he had succeeded.