RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 2: YOONGI

what would be their fate against the other captors
that were more stronger than him and even
seemed to rebel a lot?...
like his stupid competitive friend... Mako.
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THE JADE...

Right!... Mako. Mako was another reason why he shouldn't return to the silo. Don't get him wrong, Mako wasn't a bad person, they worked and made rebellious plans together, injuring and stealing from the guards whenever they had the chance to and then, get punished together.

Mako was an omega too, so they pretty much shared the same mindset.

It's just that they were both competitive, Mako especially, wanted to be the leader and seemed more rebellious, putting them both into trouble. It would be a shame for him if they took him back to the silo, Mako would definitely laugh at him.

He took another step back, getting distracted when his back hit a tree. The small distraction was the opportunity the men needed, for two of them instantly charged towards him, locking him in place in a split second.

"Let go you fuckers!!" He yelled, struggling with the two huge men. The struggle went on for almost a minute, and the omega was sure he could over power them if he tried harder. But that was short lived when something was sprayed to his face, the effect of the spray gradually taking away his consciousness.

But Hoseok was stubborn, still fighting his ground despite his slowly weakening muscle.

"Goddamn!! He's a whole ass work." One of the men complained, finally succeeding in knocking him out cold with an heavy punch to his face.

Hoseok fell lax into one of their arms, blood dripping down his nose, staining his white uniform shirt.

"You should have known that before agreeing to take the job. He's not even the worst." Their leader spoke, ordering them to dispose off the three bodies while he picked upn the unconscious omega, hanging him over his shoulder.

"I could have killed him since, he really gets on my nerve a lot." The man mumbled to himself as they began making their way back to the silo.

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"You sent for me." Yoongi's gruff voice spoke, making his way into the large spaced office. His expression unreadable, gazing blankly at the seat that was backed against him.

"Yes son, have your seat." An old man's voice spoke, still backing the Alpha.

"I've got no time for long chats mister." Yoongi pointed coldly, still standing, hands in his pocket.

The old man turned around in his seat, dark feline shaped gaze meeting a pair of similar ones. "Alright then, I'll make this brief."

Yoongi remained quiet, all ears alert.

"I have a gift for you." The old man continued.

Yoongi raised a brown, "and?"

"Well, I want you to have it soon. It's very rare, others are trying to get to it before you."

"What's the catch?"

"Give me a grand child, male or female."

The alpha scoffed, supporting his weight to the wall. "That's all?"

The old man nodded, resting his hands beneath his chin.

"What gift is that."

The old man pushed a stack of pictures towards Yoongi, "Have a look. He's worth billions... an omega too.