The battlefield was set, a deserted big company cast in shadows and filled with tension as So Hoon's army of alphas and omegas formed an unyielding wall between Namjoon and his friends. The BTS gang—human, yet fierce with the fire of loyalty—stood shoulder to shoulder with Cinq, their allies, whose hybrid abilities crackled in the air like electricity waiting to explode.
At the heart of it all, Namjoon, weakened but alive, lay slumped on the cold bench. He was their friend, their lover, their brother—and tonight, they were ready to fight to the death to bring him back.
Soobin took a step forward, his fists clenching as his eyes narrowed, the air growing humid and heavy with his water manipulation. Yeonjun was beside him, fire sparking from his fingertips, casting shadows on the faces of the enemies ahead. Dae Jung and Min Ho flanked them, their lion hybrid instincts sharpening, muscles tensed and ready to pounce.
The silence was shattered as So Hoon's men charged, a wave of snarling alphas and omegas rushing forward. Jungkook moved first, his speed unmatched as he lunged forward, dodging claws and teeth to strike a blow square to an omega's jaw, sending him sprawling back. A second alpha came at him from the side, but Taehyung intercepted, slipping low and sweeping the hybrid's feet out from under him before delivering a brutal punch that sent him reeling.
The battle erupted in full force.
Soobin, calm and focused, raised his hands, and with a twist of his wrist, the air filled with waves of water that surged like tidal waves across the warehouse floor. The hybrids struggled against the force, slipping and crashing as the water circled around Soobin like a living shield. With a flick of his wrist, he directed the water to collide against several alphas, crashing into them with the weight of a flood. But So Hoon's men were relentless, fighting back through the deluge.
"Beomgyu, shadows!" Soobin shouted, and Beomgyu sprang into action, his eyes gleaming. He raised his hands, and the shadows around them writhed and stretched, twisting into dark tendrils that ensnared several hybrids, pulling them back, disorienting them in inky darkness. A rogue omega managed to break free and sprint toward Joon-wo, but Beomgyu's shadows tightened around him, freezing him in place.
Yeonjun, heat radiating off him, leapt into the fray with an intensity that matched the fire in his eyes. Flames erupted from his hands, searing paths through the enemy lines, forcing So Hoon's men to retreat from the sheer heat. One alpha tried to lunge at him from behind, but Yeonjun spun, flames wreathing his fists as he delivered a burning punch to his attacker, sending him staggering back, howling in pain.
Meanwhile, Taehyun stood back, his eyes narrowed in concentration as he manipulated the very environment around him. Taehyun focused on the ground beneath the hybrids' feet, causing vines and roots to burst from the floor, twisting and ensnaring those who tried to dodge Soobin's water. Every move was deliberate, calculated-he was relentless in disrupting their coordination, throwing them off-balance and leaving them vulnerable to attacks from the rest of the team.
In the midst of the chaos, Min Ho charged forward, a roar tearing from his throat as he threw himself at an alpha who dared to get close to Jimin. With his sheer strength, Min Ho wrestled the hybrid to the ground, pinning him with ease and knocking him out with a powerful blow to the head. Dae Jung, faster and more agile, darted around his brother, slashing at any hybrid foolish enough to approach. He fought with a grace and precision that was deadly, every move a calculated strike meant to incapacitate.
As So Hoon's men began to regroup, Kai stepped forward, lightning crackling around him like an electric storm. With a smirk, he raised his hand, sending a bolt of electricity that arced across the battlefield, striking a line of omegas who collapsed, their bodies twitching from the surge of power. The remaining hybrids looked on in horror as Kai let the electricity pulse around him, a warning to anyone who dared to approach.
But So Hoon's men weren't deterred. They launched a second wave of attacks, stronger and more desperate, targeting the humans in the BTS gang, assuming their lack of hybrid abilities made them weak.
They couldn't have been more wrong.
Jungkook, eyes blazing, dodged every attack, his movements a blur as he took down hybrid after hybrid, each punch and kick a testament to his relentless dedication. Jimin was by his side, moving with a deadly grace that caught the hybrids off guard, his every strike precise and ruthless, showing no mercy to those who had come to harm his family.
Taehyung, determined to protect Namjoon, threw himself into the fight with unyielding ferocity, a silent promise in his eyes as he fought. Every blow, every strike, was a reminder that they weren't just fighting for survival; they were fighting for their family, for Namjoon.
Seokjin, with his calm determination, maneuvered through the chaos, shielding Namjoon with his own body, his gaze unflinching as he faced down the hybrids who tried to reach them. Hoseok, grinning despite the tension, moved like lightning, his reflexes allowing him to dodge attacks with ease, striking back with a force that surprised their attackers.
As the hybrids' numbers dwindled, So Hoon watched with growing frustration, his face contorting with rage.
As So Hoon's vines twisted menacingly around them, Dae Jung and Min Ho stood their ground, unwavering. And So Hoon made his focus on both of them only . All were surprised and took aback as to how So-Hoon too had powers. But Jin, assessing the danger, noticed how So Hoon's poisoned vines reached out in calculated movements toward them, dark thorns gleaming with an unsettling promise of harm.
Realizing that So Hoon wasn't just fighting to win, but to inflict lasting damage, Jin clenched his fists, determination hardening his gaze. With a quick look at Dae Jung and Min Ho, he made a snap decision. *Their strength was invaluable, but he couldn't risk So Hoon taking them out of the fight entirely.*
In a flash, Jin appeared beside them, his voice urgent but calm. "I'm getting you two out of here, now."
Dae Jung protested, "But Namjoon—"
Jin's face softened for a brief moment. "We'll get him back.I need you both alive to do it. But he is targeting you two only. We can't focus if this goes on. He did this before with Namjoon, where one needs to focus on the person targeted and this leads to lack of concentration. "
Before they could argue, he activated his teleportation ability, and with a swift flicker, Jin transported Dae Jung and Min Ho to a safe location far from So Hoon's reach. In an instant, he was back, rejoining the others, his stance ready and his gaze locked on So Hoon.
Now, with the others focused solely on So Hoon, there was no holding back. They had to take him down, for Namjoon's sake—and for everyone's safety.
So Hoon's smirk widened as he watched the others grow furious, their faces twisted in anger. His poisoned vines—his sinister Blood Bloom—twined around his arms, each thorn exuding an unsettling, pulsing dark energy. Every so often, his eyes would flicker back to Namjoon, who lay motionless on the bench behind him, his figure lifeless and pale as if drained of all warmth.
"You think you're so strong, don't you?" So Hoon taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "All of you, together... yet you couldn't protect one man." He tilted his head, giving them a look of mock pity. "Namjoon deserves more than you could ever offer."
The mocking tone cut deep, and it was Yoongi who first felt the white-hot rage bubble over. Without a second thought, he launched himself toward So Hoon, his fists clenched with a force that echoed his fury. The others followed, all too eager to tear into the man who had taken so much from them. But amid the clashing blows and bursts of energy, a creeping suspicion gnawed at Seokjin.
He noticed how, each time they attacked, So Hoon shifted just slightly, as if letting them get close enough. He provoke, but never close enough to be overpowered. And all the while, his gaze kept drifting back to Namjoon. What was he waiting for?
As Yoongi pulled back after a particularly forceful strike, Seokjin glanced at him, whispering urgently, "Something's not right. He's... he's trying to make us angry. But why?"
Yoongi looked between Seokjin and So Hoon, his mind racing to keep up. "What if—" he started, then trailed off, casting a nervous look at Namjoon. "You think he's trying to... wake Namjoon?"
Their eyes locked, both realizing the unsettling possibility. So Hoon wasn't merely provoking them; he was stirring up an energy in the room, one that seemed to ripple in Namjoon's direction. Seokjin could feel it—a strange pulse radiating from Namjoon's direction, almost like an echo of So Hoon's poison.
And then it hit them: whatever had left Namjoon in this frozen state, So Hoon was trying to undo it. By filling the room with anger, desperation, and dark energy, he was trying to break through whatever held Namjoon back, hoping that these intense emotions would pull him back, reawaken him. But to what end?At what cost?
Desperate to break this cycle, Seokjin shouted to the others, "Stop! Don't let him get to you!" But the anger already fueled their attacks, and it was too late to reel back the intensity.
So Hoon chuckled, sensing their dawning realization. "Ah, you're quicker than I expected, Seokjin," he taunted, letting his vines unfurl in a wide circle around him, each thorn pulsating with a sinister energy. His eyes glinted with a dark thrill as he looked from the gang to Namjoon, muttering to himself, "Any moment now... all that rage, all that despair—it'll wake him, and I'll be the only one he'll see."
And as if on cue, a faint stir came from Namjoon's body, his fingers twitching ever so slightly.
In the crystal mind space,
Namjoon and Namhyuk had felt every moment of the fierce battle outside. Each cry, every blow that was struck echoed through the void, as if the sounds of battle were passing through thin walls. Namjoon's heart was breaking as he listened helplessly, feeling each one of his friends' struggles, feeling the terrible weight of his inability to protect them.
Outside, Seokjin's words came like a thunderbolt, searing through the void with a shocking clarity. "Namjoon, if you won't wake up, then there's no reason for any of this! There's no reason for me to live either!"
Namjoon's fists clenched, his whole body trembling with a mixture of despair and fury. Tears slid down his face as he forced himself to his feet, his voice little more than a hoarse whisper, "No… they can't die. Not because of me." His resolve solidified like steel, and he surged forward toward the small glimmer of light that led to the outside world.
Namhyuk was beside him in an instant, his face filled with an excited hope as he matched his brother's pace, running with every ounce of strength they had. But as they neared the exit, Namjoon suddenly stumbled, as if an invisible weight had yanked him back. He fell, his hand reaching out desperately before he was pulled to the ground. Namhyuk turned back, horror filling his face as he saw the thick, iron chains coiling around Namjoon's legs, their edges buried into the floor of the crystal mind space, unyielding and cold.
"Hyung," Namhyuk whispered, his voice shaking. "What… what is this?"
Namjoon hesitated, shame and guilt filling his eyes as he looked up at his brother. His voice was pained, each word an effort. "It's… the law of nature, Namhyuk. Two souls… two hearts… can't exist in one body. If one of us is here, the other can't leave. That's how the balance works. I chose not to wake so that… you could live." His voice broke, the confession tearing through him. "If I try to leave, it'll be you who's locked in this place forever."
Namhyuk stood frozen for a moment, his mind racing as the terrible truth sank in. His eyes filled with tears, but he forced a brave, gentle smile onto his face. "So, it's because of me… that you can't go out there and save them?"
"Namhyuk, no… please, it's not you," Namjoon choked, his hands gripping Namhyuk's shoulders as if he could keep him close, keep him safe just by holding on. "You're not the burden. This is my choice. It's my decision."
But Namhyuk only shook his head, a soft, wistful smile on his lips. His fingers reached up, brushing away the tears on Namjoon's cheeks. "You've always been so selfless, Hyung. Always protecting me, protecting everyone." He swallowed hard, his voice soft and trembling, "It's time I do the same… for you."
Namjoon's heart stopped, his grip on Namhyuk tightening as panic clawed through him. "No. Namhyuk, no—don't say that. Don't… don't do this. There has to be another way!"
But Namhyuk only shook his head again, the sorrow in his eyes mingling with something deeper—an unshakable love, a fierce loyalty that he had kept buried for so long. "In our next life," he whispered, "let's live together, without any chains holding us back."
Namhyuk lifted his hand, and in a flash, a small, translucent dagger appeared, glowing faintly in the dim light of the crystal mind space. The air around them seemed to still, thick with an unspoken farewell. Namjoon's eyes widened, his heart hammering as realization dawned.
"No… Namhyuk, don't!" Namjoon reached out, desperation twisting his features, his fingers just inches from Namhyuk. But Namhyuk only gave a sad, brave smile, one last look of love, and pride shining in his tear-filled eyes.
"Goodbye, Hyung," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper as he turned the dagger toward his heart. With a trembling hand, he plunged it deep, the blade sinking into his chest. The faint glow of his form wavered, dimming as he stumbled, falling to the ground, but the smile never wavered from Namhyuk's face. A strangled cry tore from Namjoon's throat, raw and filled with anguish as he watched his brother's life slip away before his eyes.
Namhyuk's form began to dissolve, flickering like a candle fighting against the wind. His body turned into a soft, radiant light, his soul rising as a small, shimmering orb that floated before Namjoon, casting a warm glow on his tear-streaked face.
Namjoon fell to his knees, his hands trembling as he reached out, his voice choked with a grief so profound it felt like it was tearing him apart. "Namhyuk… please… don't go…"
But Namhyuk's soul remained silent, a gentle warmth that seemed to soothe and comfort, as if to say this was the only way. Just then, a diary,Namjoon's diary—seemingly appearing from nowhere—floated between them, the pages fluttering open as Namhyuk's soul drifted inside, vanishing into its depths.
As the diary closed, Namjoon's tears fell harder, his hands shaking as he clutched it to his chest. A strange, powerful energy surged through him, his eyes glowing with an intense, fiery light. When he looked up, his gaze was different—his right eye blazed a fierce blue, his left burned a deep, unyielding red, the colors of his brother's spirit now intertwined with his own. Namhyuk's soul had merged with him, filling the hollow places within, igniting a wrath he had never known.
In the outside world, Namjoon's body shuddered, his eyes snapping open with an ethereal light. He rose to his feet slowly, his gaze locking onto So Hoon, whose smirk faltered at the sight of the new, dangerous fire in Namjoon's eyes.
"You're the reason for their pain… their deaths…" Namjoon's voice was low, a deadly calm laced with pure, unfiltered rage. Each word seemed to carry a weight, an unbreakable promise. "And you won't live to see another day."
The battlefield fell silent, everyone sensing the shift, feeling the dangerous, deadly presence that radiated from Namjoon. He had lost his brother. He had lost a part of his heart. And now, with a heart aflame with vengeance and grief, he would stop at nothing until the man responsible for this agony was utterly destroyed.
The battlefield held a heavy silence as So Hoon's remaining men fell one by one. Namjoon, fierce and unwavering, stood with BTS and Cinq by his side. They were battered but resolute, their eyes blazing with determination. Namjoon's gaze met each of theirs, his expression softening just for a moment, allowing a quiet but intense exchange of emotions—a silent understanding that they were together again, fighting side by side, unbreakable.
Seokjin, his voice laced with relief, murmured, "You're back." Namjoon's eyes held a sadness as he gave a small, pained smile, nodding. "I'm back," he whispered, his voice strong despite the sorrow that lingered there. The sentiment passed quickly, though, replaced by a fierce resolve. It was time to end this.
Without another word, they threw themselves into the fight together, moving with deadly coordination. BTS and Cinq worked seamlessly, their attacks synchronized as they tore through the last of So Hoon's forces. They fought without hesitation, as if every punch and strike they landed was a way of honoring Namhyuk and protecting each other.
Yet, even amidst the chaos, So Hoon watched with calculating eyes. He moved through the fray with sinister stealth, slipping through the lines undetected. Each of his moves was deliberate, his poison-tipped vines reaching out subtly, pricking each BTS member just once—just enough to deliver a deadly dose of his toxic serum without them noticing. His actions were swift, precise, and silent, his expression betraying nothing as his vines retracted, leaving no immediate mark of the poison that now flowed through their veins.
Then, with a malicious gleam in his eyes, So Hoon shouted, "Take Joon Wo!" His words rang out, a taunt aimed directly at Namjoon, designed to pull his attention away from what he had done. The moment the words hit, Namjoon's face darkened, his anger rising anew at the mention of Joon Wo, his heart seized with protective fury.
But his focus never wavered from the battle, and neither did BTS's. Together, they pressed forward with relentless strength, cutting down So Hoon's men until the battlefield was littered with fallen bodies, every single one of So Hoon's forces disabled, defeated, or lying motionless on the ground.
Namjoon's chest heaved as he stood in front of So Hoon, his fists clenched and his eyes seething. This time, he didn't need his powers; he didn't want them. His only desire was to see So Hoon suffer in the most personal way he knew—by his own hands.
He surged forward, delivering a brutal punch to So Hoon's jaw, sending him reeling back. But Namjoon didn't relent. Each hit landed with the force of his pent-up fury, his fists smashing into So Hoon's face, his ribs, his stomach. So Hoon, for once, couldn't hide behind his powers; he was entirely at Namjoon's mercy, his twisted smirk slowly crumbling into pain.
Seokjin, Yoongi, and the rest of BTS joined Namjoon, their anger pouring out in every punch and kick they delivered to So Hoon. Even Cinq joined in, each of them unleashing the fury of their own heartbreak, their loyalty and love for Namjoon—and for each other—fueling every blow. They fought not just for justice, but to make So Hoon feel a fraction of the suffering he had caused.
So Hoon tried to shield himself, his arms raised in defense, but the assault was merciless. His strength was stripped away, his arrogant sneer reduced to whimpers and grunts of pain. As the bruises bloomed across his face and his body weakened, he finally crumpled under the relentless onslaught, his confidence shattered.
Behind him, Byung Ho—the man who had orchestrated so much pain from the shadows—stood frozen, his cowardice revealed in his silent retreat. For the first time, he faced the horror of watching his son defeated, powerless against the vengeance of those he'd wronged. Byung Ho's face drained of color as he took a step back, then another, hoping no one would notice his attempt to slip away.
But Namjoon's keen gaze caught his movement. He pointed a finger in Byung Ho's direction, his voice cold and lethal. "You don't get to run. Not after everything you've done."
Byung Ho paled, his bravado evaporating in the face of Namjoon's wrath, and BTS closed in on him as well, surrounding him and blocking every escape.
The battlefield had fallen silent for a brief moment, the tension thick in the air as Namjoon and Seokjin closed in on So Hoon and Byung-ho. Their movements were sharp and precise, the shared understanding between them undeniable. They were ready to finish this, to make So Hoon pay for every drop of blood spilled, every life tainted by his poisonous ambition.
But as they lunged, So Hoon, ever the coward, took a desperate step back. His eyes flickered with a fleeting panic before his hand shot out—and to the shock of everyone, he grabbed his own father, Byung-ho, shoving him forward to shield himself.
Byung-ho stumbled, his expression frozen in horror. The betrayal pierced him deeper than any weapon could. He stared at his son, the boy he'd raised, spoiled, and indulged without restraint. This was his child, the one for whom he'd built an empire, the one he had once proudly dreamed would carry on his legacy. And now, this same son had pushed him forward, using him like a pawn, an expendable piece to be sacrificed in a twisted game.
In that moment, as Namjoon and Seokjin's daggers plunged into him, Byung-ho felt his heart shatter. Pain radiated through him—not just from the blades but from the unbearable realization of what he had created. He looked at So Hoon, his son, his eyes wide with disbelief and betrayal.
_How did we come to this?_ he thought, his mind racing with fragments of memories. He saw a little boy, eager and wide-eyed, begging him to tell stories of power and victory. He saw So Hoon as a young man, promising that he'd make his father proud, promising he'd protect their family's name. And he saw himself—blind, indulgent, proud of the monster he'd unknowingly shaped.
As his strength faded, Byung-ho's gaze drifted, and he saw his daughter's face in his mind's eye. A flash of her kind smile, the look of respect she once held for him—a respect he'd thought would last forever. _She had loved me. She believed in me._ The realization was a bitter pill, like poison in his veins, as he understood that he had sacrificed her trust, her love, everything, all for this son who now used him as a shield.
Regret consumed him, twisting painfully with each heartbeat. _If only… if only I had done things differently._ But regret, he knew, was hollow in the end. It was nothing but an empty whisper, a pointless cry against the weight of his sins. There was no undoing what he had done. No absolution, no forgiveness left to hope for.
His thoughts grew hazy, darkness closing in around him. Byung-ho's eyes, wet with unshed tears, flickered to Namjoon and Seokjin. They held steady, watching him fall with a mix of justice and pity in their eyes. The daggers they'd used were creations of Namjoon's powers, born from the energy that his brother, Namhyuk, had given him. Byung-ho could almost feel that energy, an echo of a lost life, a bond he had shattered and trampled upon.
With his final breaths, Byung-ho managed a faint, tremulous smile—a small, sad acknowledgment of the cost of his own cruelty. _This is my punishment,_ he thought. _And I... deserve it._ As his vision dimmed, he felt his soul gripped by an aching emptiness, haunted by the faces of those he'd betrayed, the family he had failed to protect.
And as he slipped away, he whispered a name, but no one heard it. It was lost, carried off into the silence of a life spent in shadows, forever marked by the son who had been his pride—and his ruin.
With a fierce, determined look in his eyes, Namjoon lunged forward, his energy surging as he channeled Namhyuk's power, summoning a gleaming array of daggers out of thin air. The air crackled with intensity, each blade shimmering with lethal precision as Namjoon harnessed his psychic Omega ability to control them. The daggers hovered in the air for a split second, their edges sharp and gleaming like starlight.
He focused his gaze on So Hoon, who was standing amid his deadly, crimson-black vines—the twisted, poisonous Blood Bloom. So Hoon's vines twisted and writhed around him like venomous snakes, each one pulsating with dark energy, ready to lash out. The others kept their distance, the thorns too dangerous to risk close combat.
But Namjoon, fearless and resolute, wasn't fazed. With a flick of his wrist, he directed the daggers forward, each one slicing through the air with deadly precision. One by one, the daggers tore through the Blood Bloom vines, severing them and leaving them writhing on the ground as they withered in agony. So Hoon's scream tore through the air, raw and full of pain as his defenses crumbled around him.
Desperate, he tried to reform his vines, but Namjoon was relentless. He hurled another dagger, this one slicing through So Hoon's last remaining line of defense, and finally, in a swift, decisive movement, two final daggers shot forward—one piercing So Hoon's stomach and the other driving deep into his chest.
With a strangled gasp, So Hoon stumbled, his hand clutching at his chest where blood began to pool and stain his fingers. He fell to his knees, his gaze dazed as he looked up at Namjoon, the last flicker of his twisted defiance fading.
So Hoon lay crumpled on the ground, his once-smug expression twisted in agony. His poisonous vines, the dreaded Blood Bloom, lay in tatters around him, severed and useless, scattered by the sheer force of Namjoon's assault. Namjoon approached him slowly, his gaze cold and unyielding as he loomed over his fallen enemy. So Hoon coughed, blood staining his lips, yet even now, a sick, twisted smirk crawled onto his face.
Namjoon didn't flinch. "This is the end, So Hoon. Everything you've done, all the lives you've wrecked—it's over now." His voice was steady but laced with a fierce, almost bitter satisfaction.
But So Hoon only chuckled—a chilling, deranged sound that echoed in the tense silence. "The end? Oh, Namjoon, you're too naive," he whispered, his voice a ragged hiss, dark with twisted amusement. "You really think it's that simple? That you can just kill me, and your world will go back to sunshine and roses?"
Namjoon's jaw clenched, his hands balling into fists. "I don't expect a single thing from you," he replied, voice as cold as steel. "You'll disappear, and that will be enough."
But So Hoon laughed louder, the madness in his eyes only intensifying. "Disappear? Namjoon, I may be dying, but my vengeance—oh, my vengeance is far from over. You see," he continued, voice dropping to a gleeful whisper, "if I can't have you... then no one can. Your precious BTS, those soulmates you cherish so much... they're already poisoned."
Namjoon's eyes widened, his breath catching as So Hoon's words took root. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing his friends fighting off the last of So Hoon's forces. They seemed focused, strong—but something felt wrong. The realization settled heavily in his chest, a chill racing down his spine.
"They don't even know it yet," So Hoon rasped, savoring each word, each flicker of dread in Namjoon's expression. "My Blood Bloom is coursing through their veins, slow and sweet. They'll suffer, Namjoon—agonizing, twisted pain. And you? You'll get to watch it all."
Namjoon's heart pounded furiously. His usual calm was cracking, fury blazing in his eyes. "You're sick, So Hoon," he spat, fists trembling as he fought to keep control. "You're nothing but a coward hiding behind twisted tricks."
But So Hoon only leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I'll die happily knowing your happiness will die with me. Your soulmates will fade, one by one. And there will be no antidote, no miracle to save them." He chuckled darkly, blood staining his teeth, his satisfaction thick in the air. "All your power, all that strength—and you'll still lose them all."
Namjoon's rage flared, his vision clouded as tears blurred his gaze. The horror of So Hoon's words was like a knife twisting in his heart, but his fury was even stronger. He clenched his fists tighter, feeling the power within him simmering, dangerously close to the surface. "No. You won't take them from me. Not now, not ever."
But So Hoon merely sneered, relishing Namjoon's despair. "I already have, Namjoon. This world can be cruel, and you're about to learn that firsthand. My parting gift to you." He choked out a final, bitter laugh, his eyes glazing over with a sick satisfaction.
Namjoon's hands shook as he loomed over So Hoon, but even as the life faded from the man's eyes, Namjoon knew this wasn't over. His fury turned inward, toward himself, his heart pounding in desperation. He had to find a way—no matter the cost, he would save his friends. The monster before him was defeated, but the battle was far from won.
Namjoon felt his heart tighten as he looked at his friends—the people who had been his strength, his everything. They sat together, worn from the brutal battle, their eyes carrying a mix of exhaustion and relief. The Cinq team and Joon Wo were murmuring softly, sharing glances of victory and warmth. Yun Ah had a peaceful smile, her fingers running through her hair as she leaned back, relaxing for the first time in what felt like an eternity. But Namjoon's gaze was drawn only to the BTS members, his soulmates.
They were all so tired, especially the BTS members, who looked strangely pale. Namjoon forced himself forward, his legs barely able to carry him as he approached them, his chest heavy with regret. "I'm sorry," he whispered, voice catching, as if the words themselves hurt to say. He didn't know if they understood him. They only looked up with weary but gentle smiles, not quite processing his words.
Seokjin was seated closest to him, looking drained yet carrying that same, familiar warmth in his eyes. Without thinking, Namjoon wrapped his arms around him, holding him close as his tears began to fall uncontrollably. The others watched him, too exhausted to respond, too drained to question why he was crying so painfully.
Namjoon took a shaky breath, and before he could stop himself, he began to speak, his voice breaking with every word. He couldn't hide it anymore. The words had been in his heart for so long, but he'd always held back, too afraid to break the bond they shared. But now, with the weight of what So Hoon had revealed, he couldn't wait any longer.
"Seokjin," he whispered, his voice filled with the love he'd carried silently all this time. "I... I love you. Not just as my friend, or as my hyung. You're everything I never thought I deserved. Every time I felt lost, you were there, holding me steady. I never told you because I was afraid... afraid you'd pull away, that you'd see me differently. But I love you. I love you more than I can ever put into words. You've given me strength just by existing, and I can't bear the thought of losing you now." He felt Seokjin's fingers brush against his back, but he couldn't look up, not yet.
His gaze shifted to Yoongi, who was sitting beside Seokjin, his eyelids heavy, barely able to keep them open. "Yoongi," Namjoon choked out, reaching for his hand. Yoongi's eyes met his, dark and soft, the familiar intensity still present despite his exhaustion. "You've always been my anchor. When my mind was chaos, you grounded me. I don't think you know how much you mean to me. Every quiet moment, every glance we shared—I treasured all of it. You're my peace, my calm in every storm. I love you, Yoongi. I've loved you in every silence, every whispered word."
Namjoon's hands were trembling as he turned to Hoseok, who offered him a tired but radiant smile, still trying to keep their spirits high despite everything. Namjoon felt his heart shatter. "Hoseok… my sunshine. You've been my light, my joy. You've pulled me from the darkness more times than I can count. I love you, Hobi. Your laughter, your warmth… everything about you makes me feel alive. I was too scared to tell you, too scared that you'd see me differently. But I can't hide it anymore. I love you so much it hurts."
Jimin, who sat leaning on Hoseok's shoulder, blinked up at him with those gentle, trusting eyes. Namjoon could barely bring himself to meet his gaze, overwhelmed by the tenderness he felt. "Jimin… you are my heart. I've never felt so safe, so understood, as I do with you. You've seen every part of me, even the parts I was afraid to show. I love you, Jimin-ah. I love you in ways I never thought I'd be brave enough to admit. You deserve someone who can love you openly, who can give you the world. I wish… I wish that could have been me."
Taehyung, always sharp, always noticing the smallest things, looked at him with soft, sad eyes. Namjoon bit back a sob. "Taehyung," he whispered, voice breaking. "You're my courage. You make me feel like I can be anything, like I'm capable of more than I ever thought possible. Your spirit, your kindness… it's everything I wish I had. I love you. I've loved you since the moment I met you. I was just too scared to tell you. But please know, you've given me so much. I love you with everything I am."
Lastly, he looked at Jungkook, his youngest, who was watching him with wide, vulnerable eyes. "Kook-ah… my muscle bunny hyung," Namjoon's voice was barely a whisper now. "You've always been someone I admire more than you'll ever know. You've taught me strength, resilience, and so much love. You've been by my side through everything, always believing in me, even when I couldn't believe in myself. I love you, Jungkook. More than words can say. I've wanted to tell you so many times, but I was terrified of what you might think. But now… now I need you to know. I love you, with every piece of my soul."
Tears streamed down Namjoon's face as he looked at each of them, his heart aching with both love and unbearable pain. He knew he was too late—So Hoon's poison was already in their veins. But he couldn't leave this world without them knowing how much he loved them, how deeply they had touched his heart and soul.
But then, a strained, mocking laugh filled the air. Namjoon turned, and there lay So Hoon, broken and dying, watching the scene with a twisted smirk. "How touching," he rasped, his voice faint yet dripping with malice. "You think love will save them? That it will undo my poison?" He coughed, blood spilling from his mouth as he sneered, the last embers of cruelty shining in his eyes. "They'll die slowly, Namjoon. And you'll watch it all happen, powerless to stop it. I may die, but I'll take them all with me."
Namjoon's heart shattered anew, his grief and fury blending into something raw, something wild. He held his soulmates close, feeling the weight of his love for them, desperate to protect them, to save them. So Hoon's words rang in his ears, but Namjoon refused to let go. This wasn't the end, not yet.
With a fierce determination, he pulled them closer, holding onto the fragile hope that somehow, they would find a way to overcome this—together.
As Namjoon created Seokjin's dagger—a beautifully forged blade with a dragon etched along its edge, symbolizing resilience and strength—the others looked on, overwhelmed by his earlier confession. The fierce and fearless Namjoon, the one who had always shielded them, was now baring his heart, and each of them could feel the weight of his love lingering in the air. But there was confusion too. Namjoon's hand trembled as he made Seokjin hold the dagger. Without any warning, he wrapped his own fingers over Seokjin's, pressing the dagger firmly.
"Joon…?" Seokjin's voice was laced with alarm as he met Namjoon's gaze. But before any of them could react, Namjoon thrust Seokjin's hand forward, guiding the dagger into his own chest with a brutal precision that pierced his heart.
The dagger sank deep, and Namjoon's body jolted, a strangled scream escaping his lips as his hybrid core shattered within him. He fell to his knees, clenching his chest as agony surged through him. His core—the essence of his life and power—fractured and began to push out of his body, glowing with a dim, flickering light.
"Namjoon!" Seokjin screamed, his voice breaking as he caught Namjoon in his arms. The others rushed to his side, their faces twisted in horror and disbelief. Jungkook knelt, clutching Namjoon's cold hand, while Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, and Hoseok gathered around him, their eyes wide and brimming with terror.
With trembling hands, Namjoon took hold of his hybrid core, its light barely flickering now, and with the last vestiges of his power, he broke it into six pieces, gasping from the searing pain that tore through his body. His breaths came in short, ragged gasps, and his vision blurred, but he managed to look at each of them with the faintest smile.
One by one, he placed the pieces of his core into each of his soulmates' hands. The warmth of the broken core pieces pulsed faintly, embedding themselves within each of them, merging with their energies. They watched, horrified, as they absorbed fragments of Namjoon's core, realizing what he had done.
"Why?" Seokjin whispered, his voice raw and trembling. "Why, Namjoon? Why would you do this?"
Namjoon's lips quivered as he looked up at his eldest hyung, his face pale and drawn, but there was a strange serenity in his eyes. "Didn't I… promise?" he whispered, his voice barely audible, "Didn't I promise to grant your wish… to kill the one who caused so much pain to Joon-wo's family brought to justice? I kept my promise, my love. "
Seokjin's face contorted with grief, his body shaking as he held Namjoon closer, tears streaming down his face. "But not like this! I never wanted this! I never wanted to lose you, Joon-ah!"
The others were sobbing, broken and helpless. Jungkook's hand clung to Namjoon's, his knuckles white as he choked out, "Joon-ah… you can't leave us. You can't. I… I can't…" His voice broke, and he buried his face against Namjoon's shoulder, his tears soaking through Namjoon's shirt.
Namjoon managed a faint, fragile smile, though tears trickled down his face. "It's okay… Jungkookie. I… I'll always be with you. You're stronger than you know."
Yun-ah, their healer, knelt by Namjoon, her face ashen and eyes swollen from crying. "I—I can't…help him....His core is shattered," she whispered, her hands trembling as she tried to summon her healing powers. But she knew the truth; even her abilities couldn't repair a broken core.
Desperate, the Cinq members—Soobin, Beomgyu, Huening Kai, Taehyun, and Yeonjun—joined hands around Namjoon, channeling every ounce of their energy, pushing their limits to try and save him. Beomgyu and Soobin, as the Omegas, felt their own cores faltering, but they gritted their teeth, refusing to stop, even as blood began to drip from their mouths. They were determined to save him, to keep fighting for him, but their bodies couldn't bear the strain, and eventually, Soobin and Beomgyu collapsed, unconscious from the exertion. Others were crying ,Yeonjun and Taehyun were getting angry as they were feeling helpless.
Seokjin held Namjoon's face, his thumb gently wiping away his tears, his own eyes red and swollen. "Please, Namjoon… stay with us. Please…"
Namjoon's vision blurred, the faces of his beloved soulmates and friends fading in and out as his strength waned. He wanted to speak, to tell them he loved them one last time, but the words wouldn't come. He could only watch them, their broken faces, their tears, the love in their eyes as he drifted away.
He managed a final, weak smile as he took one last breath, his fingers twitching as he tried to reach out to them. The world grew colder, quieter. And then… nothing.
Namjoon's hand went limp, his body falling still.
For a moment, everything was silent. The BTS members and Cinq, the people who had been his family, his strength, his heart, were left shattered, sobbing as they held onto him, unwilling to let go. Seokjin clutched Namjoon's lifeless body, his anguished cries piercing the stillness, while Jungkook's shoulders shook as he screamed, his heart breaking with every breath.
They had lost him—their maknae, their protector, their love. And no power, no healing, no amount of strength could bring him back.
Namjoon was gone, leaving a void that could never be filled.
As Namjoon's body grew cold and his life slipped away, So Hoon lay nearby, barely clinging to life himself. Blood spilled from his wounds, but a twisted smile remained on his lips, his gaze fixated on Namjoon's lifeless form. With a low, mocking chuckle, he whispered to himself, a hint of bitterness edging his voice.
"So this… this is your destiny, Namjoon. The one who gave everything—who loved so fiercely he'd die to protect them," So Hoon scoffed, shaking his head in cruel amusement. "In the end, your love couldn't save you. The red string snapped under your sacrifice… but the purple, the one that binds your hearts, that one remains, unbroken."
With a final, hollow laugh, So Hoon exhaled his last breath, sinking into the void, but his mocking words echoed, hanging like a shadow over the battlefield.
The others were unaware of the cruel twist that destiny had played on Namjoon. To them, Namjoon was their heart, the youngest who loved each of them with every part of himself. But it was as though fate had woven a different story—a fate that denied him the happiness he'd fought so hard for, a fate that refused to let him stay with those he loved. It was destiny that had bound him to sacrifice, to die by Seokjin's hand, to part from his soulmates forever.
The irony lay heavy on them all, even as they remained unaware of the full truth. Namjoon's fate had been a path of love and sacrifice, but destiny had a cruel way of severing him from the peace he deserved. His story—their story—was not of reunion, not of joyful survival, but a tragic symphony, orchestrated by destiny itself, that led him away from those he loved most.
And as they held him close, broken and shattered, they mourned not only his sacrifice but the bitter truth that some bonds, however strong, are not meant to stay whole. Namjoon's love had saved them, but destiny had claimed him. And in that silent, tear-filled moment, they knew the depths of a loss that only destiny itself could have written.