The Calm After The Storm ||BTS_HYBRIDS X F!MOC|| OT7

Noona

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS, SLIGHT MENTAL TRAUMA, PANIC ATTACKS AND PROFANITY. PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION ⚠️ 

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Taehyung's POV

The shock coursing through me was overwhelming.

Why was she defying everything we had been taught? As hybrids, our purpose had always been clear—unquestioning obedience, unwavering servitude. We were conditioned to crave human approval, to exist within the narrow confines of their expectations.

And yet, here she was, standing against it all. Challenging the very foundation of our existence. Speaking of freedom, of equality, of a world where we were more than just possessions.

I struggled to understand her motives. Was she naive? An idealist chasing an impossible dream? Or was she simply braver than the rest of us? Braver than me? If she was right—if we deserved more than this—where did that leave those of us who had accepted our fate without question?

Lost in the storm of my own thoughts, I barely noticed her stepping closer until she was right in front of me. Her gaze was soft yet piercing, filled with a concern that I wasn't sure I deserved.

"Taehyung, are you alright? You seemed... far away."

Her voice was gentle, but it carried the weight of something deeper. Worry. Care. As if my inner turmoil mattered to her.

And in that moment, I wanted nothing more than to let her in. To break apart and let her gather the pieces. Because I was not alright. I had never been alright. The realization of our oppression—one I had buried deep for so long—was unraveling me from the inside out.

We had been born into chains, molded into submission, taught that rebellion was nothing but a foolish fantasy. And yet...

Her words. Her defiance. They felt like a spark in the darkness, a whisper of something terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

Hope.

A future beyond servitude. A life where we were not owned, not controlled, but free.

But could we really afford to dream? Could we endure the consequences of grasping for something that had always been beyond our reach? Or was it worth the risk—worth everything—to finally have a voice in a world that had silenced us for too long?

The uncertainty gnawed at me, but one thing was undeniable.

Change was coming.

And whether I was ready or not, I stood at the edge of a choice that could alter our existence forever.

Heaven's POV

After carefully observing them, I realized it wasn't their appearance that stood out—it was the emotions they carried, raw and unfiltered, that truly captured my attention.

There was something about them, a dormant potential waiting to be awakened. I could feel it in the way they held themselves, the silent strength beneath their hesitation. They deserved a chance to shine, and I was determined to help them find it.

Wanting to ease their discomfort, I signaled one of my guards to bring fresh clothes. Seeing them in their current state didn't sit right with me. They deserved dignity, respect, and a fresh start.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. My guards entered, carrying multiple bags filled with clean, brand-new clothes. Their efficiency and attention to detail reflected the level of professionalism I expected.

"Ms. Valentino, here are the clothes you requested. They are clean and brand new, just as you specified," one of the guards informed me. I nodded in approval.