Jungkook's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his entire body trembling with barely restrained fury. His eyes were fixed on Park So Hoon, the betrayer who stood before them with that smug, twisted smile. Every fiber of his being screamed to hit him, to make him pay for everything. But before he could charge forward, Taehyung gripped his arm firmly, holding him back.
"Don't," Taehyung whispered, his voice low but steady. "This isn't the time to be reckless."
Jungkook gritted his teeth, his jaw locked. He hated it, but Taehyung was right. So Hoon's men had guns pointed at their heads. One wrong move could cost them all their lives.
Seokjin, his face a mix of confusion and heartbreak, finally spoke, his voice strained. "Why?" he asked. "Why did you hide your identity for so long? Why betray us like this? Why pretend to be friends? "
So Hoon scoffed, rolling his eyes in mockery. "Friends? Is that what you thought we were?" He sneered. "I don't make friends. I only have one person I care about—Kim Namjoon. I only need him. He was with you, and I knew he'd eventually contact you. That's why I played along, pretending to be your friend. You were just convenient."
The words cut deep, but before the others could respond, Yoongi stepped forward, his voice cold and sharp. "What about the real Park So Hoon?" he demanded. "Where he is? What have you done to him? "
For a moment, So Hoon's face twisted into a mockery of sadness, even shedding a tear, before his expression morphed into a dark smirk. "Oh, that naive guy...well, that's a story saved for later," he said with a laugh, clearly enjoying the pain and confusion he was causing."But for now.... "
Then, without warning, So Hoon raised his hand, and in an instant, his men cocked their guns, pressing the cold barrels against the foreheads of the BTS members and the Cinq team. The tension in the air became suffocating as everyone froze, hearts pounding in their chests.
"So," So Hoon began, his voice dripping with menace. "How about we take this little reunion back to Syntek, hmm? I think we'll all have a more comfortable chat there. Someone's eagerly waiting for you, and you wouldn't want to keep him waiting, would you?"
Jungkook's gaze darkened, his anger boiling over as he glared at So Hoon. His voice was deadly calm, laced with venom. "If you've touched Namhyuk… if you've hurt him, I swear you won't live to regret it."
So Hoon chuckled, shaking his head as if Jungkook's threat was amusing. "Hurt him? Have you ever seen a lover hurt his love? How naive you are, JK," he said with a smirk.
Jungkook's eyes blazed with fury, his body tensing against Taehyung's grip. He tilted his head, a dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "A lover, huh?" he said, his voice low but sharp as a blade. "Let me tell you something about love. You see, love isn't about controlling someone or forcing them into a cage. Love is about protecting them, no matter the cost." Jungkook's eyes narrowed, his voice growing more intense with every word. "If you think you're his lover, then you're a fool. Because real love isn't about keeping someone trapped—it's about setting them free. And trust me, I'm going to set Namhyuk free from whatever twisted game you're playing. Then we'll see who's left standing."
The room fell silent. So Hoon's smirk faltered for a split second, the weight of Jungkook's words settling in. But he quickly masked it with a sneer.
"Brave words," So Hoon said, his voice low and mocking. "But words won't save you now."
With guns still pointed at their heads, the BTS team had no choice but to comply. The men roughly shoved them toward the waiting cars outside. Dae Jung, Min Ho, Yun Ah, and little Joon Wo were captured as well, the fear in their eyes evident, though they tried to stay strong.
Jungkook, even as he was forced into one of the vehicles, kept his eyes locked on So Hoon. His mind was racing, formulating a plan. They might be hostages now, but this wasn't over—not by a long shot.
As they drove away, Jungkook silently vowed: He'll pay. No matter what it takes, I'll make him pay.
The tension in the air was thick as the group was corralled into the vast backyard of Syntek's headquarters, their hands bound, hearts pounding with a mix of rage and helplessness. BTS stood together, watching with clenched fists and narrowed eyes as So Hoon strode toward the building. For a moment, silence hung heavy. Then, the door creaked open, and So Hoon reappeared, cradling an unconscious Namhyuk in his arms, as if mocking them.
Namhyuk's appearance was heart-wrenching. His face was pale, ashen even, drained of life and color. Dark circles bruised the skin beneath his closed eyes, making him look like he hadn't slept in days. His lips were dry and cracked, the slight tremor in his body betraying his vulnerability. His head rested limply against So Hoon's chest, his once-strong frame now fragile and lifeless. His breathing was shallow, almost imperceptible. The sight of him like this, in the arms of a man who had betrayed them all, was unbearable.
Seokjin could barely breathe. His eyes were wide with shock and horror, his heart twisting painfully in his chest. Namhyuk... my little Joonie. The urge to rush forward, to take Namhyuk from So Hoon's arms and hold him, was overwhelming. He wanted to cradle him, to whisper words of comfort, to ask if he was in pain, to do something. But he was powerless, forced to watch helplessly as his precious younger brother lay unconscious and vulnerable in the arms of a monster. How could this happen? Seokjin's mind screamed. I promised to protect him. How could I let this happen again?
Yoongi stood there, his face an unreadable mask, but inside, his heart was burning with fury. He hated seeing Namhyuk—no, Namjoon—in such a weakened state. Namjoon was supposed to be strong, unbreakable. But here he was, pale and fragile, and it made Yoongi feel sick. He clenched his fists tighter. This isn't right, he thought. Namjoon doesn't deserve this. And So Hoon... The rage that surged through Yoongi was nearly uncontrollable. He'll pay for this. One way or another, he'll pay.
Jungkook had never felt such raw anger in his life. His whole body shook with the desire to lunge at So Hoon and tear Namhyuk out of his hands. How dare he... how dare he touch him? Jungkook's thoughts were a whirlwind of fury and desperation. Seeing Namhyuk so broken, so drained of life, hit him harder than he expected. Namhyuk's supposed to be laughing, smiling, teasing us—not like this.His throat tightened, and he had to swallow down the emotion rising inside him. I'll kill him. I swear, if he's hurt Namhyuk any further, I'll kill him.
Taehyung's breath hitched as he saw Namhyuk's limp form. His usual calm façade cracked, and his heart sank into his stomach. Namjoon-ah... He had always admired Namjoon's strength, his resilience, but seeing him now, so vulnerable, so close to the edge, it was unbearable. Taehyung blinked back tears. He doesn't deserve this. Taehyung wanted to be by his side, to hold his hand, to tell him that everything would be okay. But the fear gnawed at him—what if it wasn't? What if this was the end?
Jimin felt a hollow ache in his chest as he watched Namhyuk in So Hoon's arms. He had always seen Namjoon as a rock, someone who carried the weight of the world without breaking. But now, seeing him like this, it broke Jimin's heart. How much more pain can he endure? Jimin's lips trembled as he fought to keep his composure. If only I could hold him, tell him we're here, tell him he's not alone... But he couldn't. And the helplessness gnawed at him. We need to save him. We can't lose him.
Hoseok bit his lip, his eyes stinging with unshed tears. Namjoon...His mind raced with memories of Namjoon smiling, guiding them, protecting them. Now, he looked so small, so fragile. Hoseok's heart ached with a deep sadness. He was always the strong one. Why is he the one who has to suffer? Hoseok wanted to scream, to beg So Hoon to let him go. But all he could do was stand there, helpless, his heart breaking with every second that passed.
Each of them stood frozen in their own torment, watching as So Hoon casually carried Namhyuk closer, as though he were nothing more than a doll, a lifeless object. The sight was suffocating, a silent reminder of the danger they were all in.
So Hoon's smirk grew as he glanced at their devastated faces, reveling in their pain. "You see," he began, his voice dripping with malice, "this is what love looks like." He gazed down at Namhyuk, brushing a strand of hair from his face mockingly. "My precious Namhyuk... or should I say Namjoon? He belongs to me now."
Seokjin's fists clenched at his sides, tears welling up in his eyes. I won't let this stand. No matter what it takes, we'll bring him back. Namhyuk... Namjoon... you'll come home.
So Hoon carefully laid Namhyuk—no, Namjoon—onto the bench, adjusting him with a disturbing tenderness. The unconscious form of Namhyuk seemed so vulnerable, even more so under So Hoon's obsessive gaze. So Hoon smiled softly, as if remembering something sweet from the past. He looked back at the group, their eyes locked on Namjoon's still body, rage and helplessness rippling through them.
So Hoon chuckled darkly. "Would you all like to hear a story? A story about a boy who experienced love at first sight. You'll find it interesting. After all, it's about us." His voice was sickeningly calm, as if he were about to tell them a bedtime tale.
He began pacing slowly, eyes flickering between his captives and Namjoon's lifeless form.
"There was once a boy," So Hoon started, "who was born fragile. His heart wasn't like the others. He was sickly, weak, and every breath felt like a struggle. His parents loved him, doted on him—oh, how they cared for him! Every moment was spent making sure he was comfortable, that he felt safe. His elder sister? Well, she was born first, strong and healthy. She was cared for, too, but the boy... the boy received more. They coddled him, treated him like glass, and he liked it."
His voice took on a bitter edge. "It became his world—their attention, their care. He thrived on it. But, as fate would have it, the moment his sister grew older, she became the shining star. She was praised for her talents, for her strength, for everything. Slowly, the attention shifted towards her. The boy's world began to crack. He hated it. Hated seeing their focus on her. And so, the boy became... hungry."
So Hoon's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light as he continued, his voice turning darker, more unsettling.
"He craved their attention again. And then, one day, he discovered something... unique. Whenever his heart raced—whenever he felt weak, like he was on the verge of breaking down,on the verge of dying—his parents would rush to his side. That fear in their eyes... that panic... it was intoxicating. So, he started doing things to make his heart race. He would run when he shouldn't. He would starve himself until he was dizzy. He would push his limits just to get that sweet attention back. It worked every time. They'd panic, coddle him, shower him with love and care. The pain of the attacks didn't matter. Nothing mattered more than that feeling of being needed."
The BTS members stood frozen, their stomachs turning as they listened. This wasn't just a story—it was a descent into madness.
So Hoon's grin widened. "But then... then came the day everything changed. One day, the boy's father introduced him to someone. A boy around his age, someone who had just come into their world."
He paused dramatically, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Namjoon. "That boy... was Namjoon."
The group tensed. Seokjin's breath caught in his throat, and Jungkook clenched his fists, ready to lunge at So Hoon.
"Namjoon was... beautiful." So Hoon's voice softened, as if he were lost in a dream. "He had that soft, calm aura. His presence was steady, reassuring, and his eyes... those intelligent, deep dragon eyes that seemed to see everything but said nothing. He had that quiet strength. His face, those delicate features, were so perfect it was almost unbearable. He stood tall, even though he was still young. His dimpled smile? Oh, it was gentle, kind. When he looked at you, it felt like he understood you... like you mattered. His hair fell in soft waves, and every movement he made was measured, graceful. Namjoon was unlike anyone the boy had ever seen."
So Hoon's eyes darkened as he recalled the moment. "The boy's heart raced when he saw Namjoon, but this time... this time, there was no pain. Only something else. Something new. He didn't understand it at first. Why didn't it hurt? Why wasn't he gasping for breath? Instead, he felt something stirring inside him. It was... warmth. It was desire. Need."
The BTS members exchanged worried glances. This was beyond obsession—this was deranged.
"So, the boy did what he always did when he wanted something. He decided that Namjoon would be his. His alone. No one else's. He needed him, more than anyone had ever needed anything before."
So Hoon chuckled, his voice turning lighter, almost playful, as he continued narrating his twisted tale. "At first, the boy tried to be normal about it. He would watch Namjoon from afar, follow him around, find excuses to be near him. He even pretended to befriend Namjoon's friends, just to get close to him. Every time Namjoon looked his way, every time he smiled... it made the boy's heart race in a way that no illness ever had."
So Hoon's expression darkened again. "But it wasn't enough. It was never enough. Namjoon was kind to everyone. He smiled at everyone. That... infuriated the boy. How dare Namjoon share his kindness with others? How dare he make others feel special? Namjoon was supposed to be his. Just his."
The BTS members felt a chill run down their spines. So Hoon's obsession was beyond reason.
"One day, the boy couldn't take it anymore. He started sabotaging Namjoon's relationships. He spread rumors, manipulated people, made sure that anyone who got too close to Namjoon ended up hurt or scared away. And it worked. Slowly, Namjoon's circle of friends became smaller and smaller, until one day... it was just the boy. Just the two of them."
So Hoon paced around the backyard, his eyes never leaving Namhyuk's unconscious form as he continued his twisted story, a dark gleam in his eyes. For a while he kept staring at Namjoon's figure. But then Yoongi threw a stone nearby him, to stop him from looking at their makane, he deliberately missed his aim because he does not want unnecessary trouble.
"Uhh?.. where was I? Ah, yes," So Hoon smirked, his voice lowering as if sharing a secret. "The boy. The boy who loved Namjoon with every fiber of his being... but love, you see, isn't always gentle. Sometimes it twists into something else—something darker. It becomes an obsession. And obsession… well, that's not a crime, is it?"
He let out a chuckle, his eyes flicking to the BTS members who stood frozen in anger and disgust. None of them dared speak, their attention focused entirely on Namhyuk lying pale and unconscious on the bench.
"The boy," So Hoon continued, "he started to notice something. Namjoon… Namjoon didn't always pay attention to him. No matter how much the boy tried—no matter how many times he provoked those attacks, no matter how many times he sought comfort—Namjoon was still too independent. Too focused on other people. Friends- the got7 gang..that Jackson Wang..uff..Other... things."
So Hoon's voice took on a bitter edge, and Jungkook clenched his fists tighter, his body trembling with rage.
"And that... that was unacceptable. Namjoon should have been his—all of him. But no. Namjoon had his own mind, his own world. So, the boy did what anyone would do in his position." So Hoon paused, a sick grin spreading across his face. "He began to hurt him."
The words hung in the air like poison. Taehyung flinched, biting back his anger as his nails dug into his palms. Seokjin's heart pounded in his chest, his eyes darting to Namhyuk's fragile form on the bench.
"The first time the boy hurt Namjoon, it was small. Subtle. He knew how to manipulate the situation. A word here, a whisper there. Just enough to make Namjoon feel guilty. Maybe Namjoon didn't spend enough time with him, didn't give him the attention he deserved. So the boy would lash out. He'd say things, hurtful things, that would leave Namjoon questioning himself."
So Hoon paused, his voice softening as though reflecting on a fond memory. "And after hurting Namjoon, the boy would regret it. He'd feel bad. He didn't want to push Namjoon away, after all. So, he'd beg for forgiveness. Cry, even. Plead with Namjoon, telling him he was sorry, that he didn't mean it. And Namjoon, being the good person he was... he forgave him. Every time."
Yoongi's jaw tightened, and a cold fury burned in his chest. The way So Hoon spoke, so casual, so detached—it made his blood boil.
"But as time went on," So Hoon continued, his voice growing darker, "the boy realized that just words weren't enough. Namjoon was still too distant. Still too... independent. So the boy found other ways to control him. He started... blackmailing him. Small things at first. Threats. If Namjoon didn't spend time with him, didn't do what he wanted, then maybe something bad would happen. Maybe someone Namjoon cared about would get hurt."
So Hoon's eyes gleamed with sick satisfaction as he looked at Jungkook. "Of course, Namjoon cared too much about people. That was his weakness. And the boy... the boy exploited that weakness."
Jungkook's fists shook at his sides, barely able to contain his anger. Every word out of So Hoon's mouth was like a knife twisting deeper into him.
"But the real turning point," So Hoon said, his voice dropping lower, "was when the boy's father got involved. You see, the boy's father wasn't a kind man. He was... strict. Harsh. And he didn't like Namjoon. In fact, he found pleasure in punishing him, in reminding Namjoon of his place."
So Hoon paused, his expression darkening with twisted delight. "The first time the father beat Namjoon, the boy watched. Oh, he watched closely. Namjoon was on the ground, weak, helpless. His father was ruthless, hitting Namjoon again and again. And the boy... the boy felt something strange. Excitement. His heart raced, but this time, it wasn't out of fear or anxiety. No. It was something more... sinister."
The BTS members' eyes widened in horror as So Hoon's words sank in. The thought of Namjoon being hurt like that—being beaten and helpless—was too much to bear.
"Seeing Namjoon like that... weak, vulnerable... it was intoxicating for the boy," So Hoon whispered, his eyes flicking to Namhyuk's pale face. "He realized something in that moment. He didn't just want to love Namjoon. He wanted to control him. To own him. And what better way to do that than by making Namjoon beg? By making Namjoon suffer... for him."
Seokjin's breath hitched as he clenched his fists tighter, his heart breaking with every word.
"The boy started thinking—why should his father be the one to beat Namjoon? Why should his father be the one Namjoon begged to stop? It should be him. He wanted Namjoon to look at him with those pleading eyes, to beg him to stop. And so, the boy began to take matters into his own hands."
So Hoon chuckled darkly. "He became clever. He started manipulating situations, making it so that Namjoon was always at fault. Always deserving of punishment. And when his father would punish Namjoon, the boy would stand by, watching, waiting. But it wasn't enough. He needed more. So, he started causing harm to people Namjoon cared about, anyone. He wanted to make Namjoon feel helpless. Alone."
Yoongi's face was pale, his eyes cold and hard as So Hoon continued. The more he spoke, the more they realized how deep this twisted obsession went. Namjoon had been living through hell, and they hadn't known.
"And it was always the boy's father," So Hoon said, his voice dripping with venom. ", Byung Ho, oh and he did the dirty work. He was the one who hurt Namjoon physically. But the boy... I... was always behind it. Always. Every bruise, every scar, every broken bone... it was because of me. I wanted Namjoon to suffer. I wanted him to look to me for mercy."
So Hoon's smirk widened, his voice filled with sick satisfaction. "I would watch as Namjoon was beaten, as Byung Ho made him bleed, and it thrilled me. But that wasn't enough either. No. I needed more. I needed to be the one holding that power. And so, I started doing it myself. I would hurt Namjoon. Make him cry. Make him beg. And after, I'd hold him close, tell him I was sorry, that I loved him."
The BTS members were horrified, disgusted. Their hearts broke for Namjoon—for the pain he must have gone through, the suffering he endured at the hands of someone who claimed to love him.
"And now..." So Hoon glanced down at Namhyuk, brushing his fingers lightly over his face. "Now, Namjoon belongs to me. I've broken him down. Made him mine in every way that matters. You see, boys, love isn't always kind. Sometimes, it's cruel. But it's still love. And I... I love Namjoon more than any of you ever could."
The group stood in stunned silence, their hearts heavy with anger, grief, and helplessness. They wanted to fight, to break free, to save Namhyuk from this twisted nightmare—but for now, they were trapped, forced to listen to So Hoon's sick, obsessive fantasies.
So Hoon leaned back slightly, his gaze locked on the unconscious Namjoon as if he were telling him the story rather than the people standing before him. His voice softened, but the twisted edge in it remained.
"You see," So Hoon continued, pacing slowly, "the boy wasn't just fragile in body—his mind was delicate, too. He was born alongside his sister. They were twins, both meant to share the world equally, or so everyone said. But the boy… the boy was different. From the very beginning, he was special—weak, yes, but special. And because of his frailty, he was always taken care of, always cradled with more love, more attention than his sister. His parents doted on him, fed him with affection until it became his very life force."
So Hoon's expression darkened. "But the sister... she was strong. She didn't need their attention, didn't crave it the way the boy did. And so, when Namjoon came into their lives, that orphan, that outsider..." His voice dropped to a venomous whisper, "she was drawn to him. Loved him. Adored him. Namjoon became her everything."
The BTS members could feel the tension rise as So Hoon's voice sharpened.
"And at first, the boy didn't mind." He smiled, but it was cold. "After all, Namjoon was Namjoon—the boy's beloved. He could forgive his sister for doting on him, for ruffling his hair, for taking care of him in that way she did. He could forgive all of it because Namjoon belonged to him. He was the boy's to love, to cherish... and to hurt. The sister's affection meant nothing, nothing compared to what the boy felt for Namjoon. She wasn't the one who knew Namjoon like he did. She didn't understand him. Her love for Namjoon was wrong."
So Hoon paused, his eyes gleaming with that manic light again. "But then… as they grew older, something shifted. Something unacceptable. The sister had found love. She had the audacity to confess to someone else, to pour her heart out to another man. How dare she? The boy hadn't even confessed to Namjoon yet. His love was unspoken, pure, simmering beneath the surface. And yet, she had the nerve to find someone else, to be happy, while he couldn't even have what he wanted."
Jungkook clenched his fists, his body trembling with suppressed fury. This man in front of him was beyond sick.
"The boy was furious," So Hoon continued, his voice dripping with venom. "How could she betray him like this? How could she steal happiness when he was still waiting for his moment, still aching to have Namjoon's love all to himself? She was supposed to be married off to someone their father chose. That was the plan. But no, she had to break the rules. She had to elope."
So Hoon's eyes flickered with hatred as he sneered. "She thought she could just run away, live her life with the man she loved, while his love remained unrequited? No. That wasn't going to happen. Not as long as the boy was around."
The BTS members exchanged tense glances, feeling the intensity of So Hoon's deranged jealousy. This was more than just sibling rivalry—this was pure madness.
"So, the boy did what he had to do," So Hoon said, his tone turning disturbingly calm. "He went to their father and revealed everything. He told him that his precious daughter had fallen for someone else, that she was planning to marry a man not chosen by their father. Oh, how the father raged. How he burned with anger at the betrayal."
A twisted smile spread across So Hoon's face. "The boy watched as his sister was torn from her happiness, forced to flee in the dead of night. She had to leave everything behind—her home, her family, even Namjoon. Especially Namjoon."
So Hoon's voice grew softer, almost as if he were savoring the memory. "And when she was gone... when she was out of the picture, far away from his Namjoon... it felt good. It felt right. Namjoon was finally his again. No more competition. No more distractions. The boy could have him all to himself, just as it was always meant to be."
The air around them felt thick with disgust, the BTS members' minds reeling from the depth of So Hoon's delusion.
"But," So Hoon continued, his tone now sickeningly sweet, "there was always one problem, wasn't there? Namjoon... he never saw the boy the way the boy saw him. He was always kind, always gentle, but never enough. Never his. So, the boy did what he could to keep Namjoon close. He manipulated. He lied. He spread rumors. And one by one, anyone who got too close to Namjoon was driven away. Friends? Gone. Allies? Gone. All that was left... was the boy."
So Hoon's eyes gleamed as he looked down at Namjoon. "But even then, it wasn't enough. Namjoon still wasn't his. There was always something... in the way. Namjoon cared for people. He was too soft, too open-hearted. Even though Byung-ho left no chance to hurt him, he was still the kind hearted boy. So the boy did the only thing he knew how to do. He started eliminating the people Namjoon cared about, one by one."
So Hoon's eyes glittered as he continued, pacing slowly as if each word was a delicate piece of his psychotic puzzle. The BTS members stood frozen, their gazes locked on Namjoon's unconscious form lying on the cold bench. The tension in the air was unbearable, the twisted narrative unraveling before them like a nightmare they couldn't escape from.
"The boy thought it was all over," So Hoon began, his voice soft, almost wistful, as if he were recalling a bittersweet memory. "His sister had been driven away, cast out like she deserved. She had no place in Namjoon's life. Only he did. Only the boy was meant to stand beside Namjoon."
His lips curled into a dark, satisfied smile. "But then, she returned. The boy's sister—the one who was supposed to have disappeared forever—came back, and worse, she contacted his Namjoon. Can you imagine the betrayal the boy felt? The rage? After all the pain and effort he went through to keep her away,keep everyone away from Namjoon, she had the audacity to come crawling back, trying to reclaim her place as the only family in Namjoon's life."
So Hoon's voice dropped to a dangerous whisper, his eyes narrowing. "That was the last straw. She had crossed the line. If she was foolish enough to return, to interfere with what was his... then she would have to pay. She thought she could love Namjoon, care for him like she used to, but the boy had grown tired of sharing. Namjoon was his. Only his. No one else was allowed to touch him, to love him."
Jungkook clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white, struggling to control the urge to lunge at So Hoon.
"So the boy made a plan," So Hoon continued, his voice calm, almost eerily serene. "He waited for the perfect moment. And then, one day, when his sister and Namjoon were together, talking, laughing like old times, he made his move. The boy made a plan. He couldn't stand seeing them like that, so close, as if his sister had the right to be near Namjoon at all. So, he took matters into his own hands."
The grin on So Hoon's face twisted into something sick and vile. "With Namjoon watching, the boy killed his own sister. He poisoned her in front of him. Her and her husband's screams were heard all over,but the boy could focus on was Namjoon's face—the horror, the despair, the utter helplessness in his eyes. It was beautiful. Finally, finally, Namjoon was broken. He had no one left. No family, no friends—just the boy. Only the boy."
A sharp intake of breath echoed from Seokjin, his eyes narrowing in disbelief and disgust.
"And in that moment," So Hoon continued, a crazed glint in his eyes, "the boy believed he had won. Namjoon was shattered, devastated, and that was when he knew—finally, Namjoon would turn to him. He would see the boy for what he truly was: his savior, his one true love. Namjoon would finally realize that the boy was the only one who could fill that void, the only one who understood him."
So Hoon laughed softly, but it was a sound filled with malice. "But then… you came, Seokjin. You and the rest of your meddling gang, you ruined everything. You came at the worst possible moment, and in the chaos, the boy and his father had to flee. You chased us like animals, like prey, but you couldn't catch us. We were too smart, too quick."
His eyes darkened, his smile vanishing. "But even then, the boy wasn't afraid. He knew Namjoon was his destiny. He knew they would find each other again. And then, the boy's luck turned. An accident—one that erased everything from Namjoon's mind. His memories, his past, even his own identity. It was all gone."
So Hoon's lips curled into a cruel smile. "That's when the boy realized... this was his chance. A clean slate. He could rebuild everything from the ground up. Namjoon would be his again, but this time, there would be no obstacles. No sister, no friends, no family—just the boy and Namjoon, as it should have been from the start."
The BTS members exchanged tense, horrified glances, each of them seething with rage at the depths of So Hoon's delusion.
"But there was a problem," So Hoon hissed, his smile fading as frustration crept into his voice. "You, BTS. You took him. You kept him hidden from me, locked him away like some prize you could keep for yourselves. I tried to get him back. Oh, I tried. I sent men after him, made plans, created traps—but every time, Namjoon escaped. Every time."
His voice rose, filled with bitterness and obsession. "I couldn't capture him when he was confused, weak, and lost. I needed him when he was vulnerable, when he needed someone to guide him. But you—you—kept him from me."
So Hoon paused, his gaze flickering to Namjoon's still form on the bench. "Once, I thought killing Joon-wo, the little boy you all care so much about, would make Namjoon see reason. I thought if he saw how dangerous it was to stay with you, he'd leave. He'd come back to me. But no, he gave the antidote to that boy and decided to walk away from all of you. He was leaving everything—everyone—for good."
So Hoon chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "But then, I heard about Namjoon's transformation. A hybrid. A wolf. And that... that was the last straw. You see, wolves only have one lover for life. And now, more than ever, I knew I had to act. If I didn't claim Namjoon soon, it would be too late. He would bond with someone else, and I... I couldn't let that happen."
So Hoon turned to face the BTS members, his eyes burning with maniacal determination. "So here we are. The final act. And this time, Namjoon will be mine. No more distractions. No more obstacles. No more you."
The BTS members stood frozen in disbelief, their hearts pounding with ke pe mixture of fury and fear. So Hoon's obsession had spiraled into something far more dangerous than they could have imagined. This wasn't just about love—it was about control, possession, and a madness that threatened to consume them all.
And Namjoon... their beloved Namjoon lay unconscious, caught in the middle of this twisted nightmare.
So Hoon's voice dripped with satisfaction as he continued his tale, pacing slowly in front of the bench where Namjoon lay unconscious. His words were chilling, each one twisting the knife deeper into the hearts of the BTS members. Their rage was barely contained, emotions boiling over as they listened to the extent of So Hoon's sick and twisted plans.
"The boy, despite all his efforts, couldn't sever the bond between Namjoon and the rest of you. Namjoon's love for you... for all of you... was a problem. A major problem. So the boy decided to create a rift, to make Namjoon believe that he was the reason for your suffering. He captured Jungkook, used him as bait to lure Namjoon into a trap. The plan was to manipulate Namjoon's guilt, make him believe it was all his fault."
So Hoon's grin widened, his eyes gleaming with madness. "But that wasn't enough. No, the boy needed more. He needed to ensure that Namjoon's memories were completely under his control. That's when the memory orb came into play—ah, yes, the memory orb and the diary. Two precious gifts given to the boy and his sister by their mother. The memory orb... a device that could lock away memories, trap them inside like a cage. You could manipulate the memories, distort them, or even lock them as per the owner's will."
The BTS members stiffened, the gravity of So Hoon's words settling like a heavy weight in their chests.
"So the boy used the memory orb on Namjoon," So Hoon continued, his voice filled with dark amusement. "When Namjoon got hurt in the accident and fell into your hands, the boy seized the opportunity. He locked away Namjoon's memories, ensuring that no matter how hard you tried, his past would remain a blur. It was brilliant, really. The confusion, the frustration—it drove a wedge between Namjoon and you all. The tension, the mistrust—it was perfect."
Seokjin, who had been clenching his fists in silence, finally snapped. His voice was like a thunderclap, cutting through So Hoon's twisted narrative. "You... you sick bastard!" Seokjin shouted, his eyes burning with fury. "How could you do that to him? To Namjoon? You think manipulating his memories, twisting his mind, would make him love you? You're delusional!"
Jungkook's anger flared, his voice filled with venom. "You used me! You kidnapped me to mess with his head! You don't care about Namjoon—you only care about owning him, controlling him. You don't deserve him!"
"Namjoon isn't some toy you can play with!" Yoongi growled, stepping forward, his eyes dark with rage. "You think because you locked away his memories that you've won? You think he'll ever see you the way you want? You're nothing but a twisted coward."
Jimin's voice was sharp, laced with disbelief and disgust. "You killed your own sister—your own flesh and blood—just to get to Namjoon. And now, you've been tormenting him, trapping him in his own mind. What kind of monster does that?"
Taehyung, who had been glaring silently, finally spoke, his voice shaking with barely contained anger. "You think because you have some magic orb, you can control him? Namjoon is stronger than you think. We're stronger than you think. No matter what you do, no matter how hard you try to break him, we'll bring him back."
Hoseok's expression was one of pure disgust. "You're pathetic. You've built this whole sick fantasy in your head, thinking Namjoon will ever love you after everything you've done. You're nothing to him, nothing but a nightmare he'll wake up from."
So Hoon's smile didn't falter in the face of their anger. Instead, he looked amused, as if their words were nothing more than the growls of cornered animals. "Such passion," he said softly, almost mockingly. "Such loyalty. It's... admirable, really. But you misunderstand. This isn't about controlling Namjoon... this is about making him see. Once Namjoon realizes that I'm the only one who truly understands him, the only one who loves him, he'll come to me. It's inevitable."
"He'll never come to you!" Seokjin spat, his voice trembling with emotion. "Namjoon loves us. He's our brother. Our Soulmate".And no matter what you do, no matter how much you try to twist his memories, he'll always find his way back to us. We'll make sure of it."
So Hoon's expression darkened slightly, his smile fading into something colder. "We'll see, Seokjin. We'll see. But I've come too far to stop now. Namjoon... will be mine. And I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen."
"What about Park So-Hoon? The real one? " Asks Soobin with anger screaming from his bunny face.
So Hoon's smirk widened into something sickeningly triumphant, the kind of expression that sent a chill down the spines of the BTS members and the Cinq team. His eyes gleamed with a malicious glint, feeding off the unease he was causing.
"When Park So Hoon heard about his beloved brother-like best friend, Do Yun, dying," he started, his tone disturbingly nonchalant, as if he were telling a simple anecdote, "he was devastated, naturally. Rushed back to Korea without a second thought, as any grieving friend would. He had no idea what was waiting for him."
So Hoon paused, looking around the group with a sinister grin, relishing the tension. "You see, the boy had already prepared. Through his spies, carefully placed around Do Yun and his family, the boy learned of this friend. A friend who was loyal, heartbroken, and worst of all—naïve."
The smirk on So Hoon's face deepened as he continued. "When I—I mean, the boy—met Park So Hoon at the airport, it was almost too easy. I approached him, all tears and sympathy, playing the grieving friend. He didn't even hesitate when I said I was Do Yun's friend. Why would he? I looked so genuine, so trustworthy. The idiot never suspected a thing."
Jungkook growled in anger, his fists clenching as So Hoon's twisted enjoyment of the story was evident in his every word. But So Hoon ignored him, continuing his monologue, the darkness in his voice becoming more pronounced.
"And you know, eliminating someone so gullible isn't hard. Not at all. Especially when they're already blinded by grief. One minute we were sharing drinks, the next…" So Hoon made a slicing motion across his throat, his grin widening. "Well, you can guess the rest. Poor Park So Hoon didn't even know what hit him."
The air seemed to freeze as So Hoon leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper. "Then there's Jongin," Soobin asked, barely able to contain his disgust and fury. "Ah, Jongin," So Hoon echoed, sighing as if recalling a fond memory. "Now, he was an interesting one. I actually liked him, to be honest. He had potential—he was also passionate about things he cared about. He even had collections of all girls he liked their eyes their nails..he was such a loyal heart. He could have been a good friend. But unfortunately, he was destined for something else."
"What do you mean by 'something else'?" Taehyung asked, his eyes narrowing and being disgusted when So-Hoon said the serial killer psychopath as loyal person.
So Hoon's smile turned predatory. "Jongin… well, he served a different purpose. You see, the boy needed a distraction, someone to mislead you all. Jongin was perfect for the role. His connection to Park So Hoon made it easy to manipulate him. And when the time came, it was Jongin who made Park So Hoon 'die again'—symbolically, of course. Yet, here I am, standing before you, still using that name. Isn't it fascinating?" His eyes sparkled with madness. "I kept a naive boy's identity alive for so long, playing the part, pulling the strings."
Jungkook snarled, his patience snapping. "You're an idiot! You keep talking about this 'boy' doing everything when it's just you! Stop hiding behind your stupid story and admit that it was all you! You're nothing but a coward!"
So Hoon's eyes widened at Jungkook's outburst, and then he began to laugh. It was a cold, hollow sound, echoing through the space like a nightmare. "Oh, Jungkook," he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery. "You still don't understand, do you? I am the boy. The boy is me. But I speak of him in this way because, well... I have to separate him from myself. It's the only way I can keep my sanity—if I have any left, that is." His eyes gleamed with a manic light as he continued, his tone growing more unhinged.
"You see, it's easier to talk about him as a separate entity. The boy who did all these horrible things, the boy who killed his own sister, the boy who manipulated everyone around him, the boy who craved attention and love so much that he destroyed everyone who came close to Namjoon." He spread his arms wide, as if embracing the chaos he had caused. "But isn't that the beauty of it all? I created a persona, a mask to hide behind. I even gave hik a name, the same name I gave to my Namjoon- Caseo Mors. And now, I can do whatever I want without guilt, without remorse. Because it's not me who did these things—it was him."
His voice dropped, taking on an eerie, almost whisper-like quality. "But the truth is... I enjoyed it. Every. Single. Moment. Watching them die, watching the confusion, the pain... it was all so... liberating." His smile twisted into something grotesque as he leaned closer to Jungkook, his voice low and sickly sweet. "You see, Jungkook, I'm not the coward here. You are. All of you are. You're too weak to understand the power of control, of bending others to your will. But me? I've mastered it. And soon... Namjoon will see that too."
At that, the BTS members exploded in rage, cursing So Hoon, their faces filled with fury and disgust. Jungkook lunged forward, only held back by Taehyung and Jimin. The others shouted threats, their voices mixing in a chaotic chorus of anger and disbelief. But through it all, So Hoon simply smiled, that chilling, twisted smile that promised nothing but darkness ahead.
So Hoon's smirk deepened, his eyes gleaming with a manic, twisted delight as he stared down at Jungkook. The tension in the air was thick, a palpable mix of disgust, rage, and disbelief from the members as So Hoon's words sunk in. Jungkook's snarl had only added fuel to the madness burning inside him.
He tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was considering Jungkook's words with a mock sense of curiosity, but the glint in his eyes told a different story—one of a mind unhinged, spiraling in its own delusion.
"Ah, Jungkook-ah," So Hoon purred, his voice dropping to a low, sinister whisper. "You're always so direct, so eager to get to the point, aren't you? Always wanting clear answers. But what fun would that be, hmm? Why should I say I did this or I did that? Where's the drama in that? Where's the theater?"
He spread his arms wide, taking a few steps closer, his gaze flickering between the BTS members as if savoring their reactions. "You see, the boy... he's not just some character I'm speaking of. He's real. Oh, he's very real. The boy is me... but also not me." He gave a soft, eerie chuckle. "He's the part of me that you can't understand, that none of you can understand. The boy... represents everything I've sacrificed, everything I've given up to become what I am today."
His voice grew more erratic, his eyes flashing with madness. "You see, it wasn't So Hoon who killed Jongin or deceived that poor fool at the airport. It wasn't So Hoon who played with your hearts, who made you believe your beloved Namjoon was lost to you forever. No... it was the boy. The boy who had to live with the pain of being ignored, of watching the world revolve around someone else, of being forgotten. The boy who wanted love—who deserved love—and who did whatever it took to get it."
So Hoon's expression twisted, his lips curling into a cruel smile. "The boy is the part of me that will do anything, sacrifice anyone, to get what he wants. He's the one who killed. He's the one who manipulated. He's the one who broke everything down, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but me. So why should I say I did it, when it was the boy who was truly responsible?"
He leaned in closer to Jungkook, his breath hot against the younger man's face. "It's easier this way, don't you see? The boy gives me freedom—he allows me to feel nothing, to do what must be done without any guilt or remorse. He's my scapegoat, my shield, my tool for everything I've ever wanted. So why not blame him?"
His voice lowered to a chilling whisper, his eyes wide and feverish. "The boy isn't just a fragment of my imagination, Jungkook. He's real. He's the monster that lives inside me. And he's never going away."
The atmosphere fell into a stunned silence, the BTS members staring at So Hoon in horror and disbelief as the weight of his madness bore down on them. This wasn't just a man who had committed atrocities—it was someone who had completely lost his grip on reality.
The truth was bitter—almost unbearable—as it hung in the air. So Hoon had orchestrated every tragedy: the murder of his sister, the manipulation of Namjoon's mind, and even the false deaths of their friends. The real Park So Hoon, the boy they once thought was innocent, had died long ago, replaced by this twisted version of a psychopath—a man consumed by his need for control and his deranged obsession with Namjoon.
With every piece of the story revealed, the weight of So Hoon's actions became clearer. He had destroyed lives, torn families apart, and manipulated every single one of them for his own twisted desires. But now, standing before them, his final act had come to light. And Seokjin knew that this was their moment—this was the time to save Namjoon from the clutches of the monster that stood before them.
"Namjoon isn't yours," Seokjin said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "He never was."
So Hoon's face twisted into something ugly, his calm facade cracking. "You think you can take him from me?" he hissed, eyes narrowing. "I've come too far to let any of you get in my way now."
But Seokjin stood his ground, the rest of BTS forming a united front beside him. They had been through hell and back for Namjoon, and they weren't about to let So Hoon win.
"This ends here," Seokjin declared, his voice hard as steel. "We're taking Namjoon back, and we're going to fix everything you've broken. No matter the cost."
So Hoon's laughter rang out, cold and deranged. "You're too late! Namjoon is already broken. You'll never fix him."
But Seokjin's gaze never wavered. "Maybe. But we're going to try."
The battle lines were drawn, the bitter truth laid bare. And in that moment, they knew: no matter what happened next, they would fight for Namjoon with everything they had. They would save him, even if it meant tearing apart the world So Hoon had so carefully constructed.
Because in the end, family was worth fighting for. And they weren't about to let Namjoon slip away into the darkness—not again.