RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 10: ESCAPE

"Alright then, game on!"
The omega gritted between his teeth,
letting the alpha know he wasn't going to give up that easily,
no matter how much intimidating he is.
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...fuck off...

Hoseok paced up and down his room, biting harshly into his non existent finger nails. There was no way he was staying the night in this mansion, that alpha was a fucking asshole.

His eyes went to the large window. He'd thought of it earlier, not sure if it was a good idea, but that seemed to be the only option right now. The omega had no solid reason for running away this early, actually, he hadn't planned on running away this same night since he hadn't mastered his routes around here yet. But he wanted to make the alpha know that he could never be stopped now matter how much powerful he was. He wasn't sure If this attempt would work out, but he'd go as far as he could. It was a challenge.

There was a knock on his door, and Jimin was there again.

"You haven't eaten anything since you came."

Right... another thing he needed to stop forgetting, especially for the sake of his health.  "why do you care?"

Jimin smiled, making his way towards the taller omega. "You said we should be friends, remember? I didn't reject that."

Hoseok sneakered. "Not anymore, I don't need anything to do with cowards!"

"Jimin signed, shoulders slumping. "Im sorry I can't help, I'm kinda stock here too, so it'll be really dangerous for me if I help you now."

"Yeah, right." Hoseok snorted, pulling out some well fitted and comfortable clothes from the closet. "fuck off, I've got important things to do."

Jimin remained quiet, watching the taller's every movement. It was obvious he was planning to run away.

"If you're not dumb, you already know what I'm planning to do. I'll advise you to keep your mouth shut if you don't want your throat slit off." Hoseok warned, shoving the few clothes he'd picked inside a mini bag he'd also taken from the closet.

Jimin held his hands to his waste signing, "I'll advise you not to leave, Yoongi would find you, and it might be ugly-"

"Fuck. Off!" Hoseok interrupted, glaring at the shorter omega.

Jimin rubbed his hands over his face, giving up already. "At least eat something first. It's not healthy to go all day without food. What if you suddenly faint on your way out?"

Hoseok paused, at the middle of knotting pieces of clothings together to serve as a rope. His gaze went to Jimin's.

"Have I met you before?"

"Ehn?..."

"Why does it looks like you've known me for a while now?"

Jimin gave a nervous chuckle. "Of course, everyone here knows you, you're... you belong to our Don."

Suddenly, there was a loud alarm ringing, coming from the hallway nearby. Hoseok got up, flinging his mini bag over his shoulder, picking the clothes knotted together as he made his way towards the window. "Get out of here, I've gotta go."

"What? But-"

"There'll be a fire outbreak soon." Hoseok interrupted, putting one of his leg over the now opened window. "you need to leave this mansion now, if you wish to live."

And with that, he jumped down the window, leaving a very confused Jimin behind.

"Fuck!" The omega cursed, dangling in the air. He'd miss calculated, the clothes he'd tied together wasn't long enough, he still had a couple more meters left before his feet could touch the ground. He looked up, back at the window he'd just jumped from, smiling at himself as he watched smoke slowly making it's way out of the window.

Not much time left dude! you've still gotta find your way to the ground floor!

Untying the fabric tied around his waist, he watch himself fall to the ground, wincing when his hands and knee came in contact first with the rocky ground.

From a near distance, he could see some men, probably guards, running towards the mansion, probably to put out the fire, dusting off his hands and now bruised knee, he sprinted off towards the security exit, cursing under his breath as he noticed a figure lurking around the exit with a gun in hand.

A flashlight was shone towards his direction and Hoseok found himself ducking to the side, hiding in the shadows the tall building was creating.

Shit! He didn't see me, right?

He was wrong, for the armed guard began to approach him, flashlight, still shone in his direction, almost uncovering his hideout. Thankfully, he was changed to a pair of black sweatpant and a matching coloured tan top, blending him with the dark of the night, so it wasn't that easy to spot him.

The omega had his back pressed to the wall as the guard got nearer and nearer, his flashlight getting brighter as he approached.

Hoseok closed his eyes, counting down from five, bracing his self for an attack.

"Five..."

"Four..."

"Three..."

He could hear his foot steps now

"Two..."

Nearer

"One!" And the omega was out of his hiding spot in a split second, knocking his fist into the man's face. The man groaned, stumbling backward, and Hoseok took it as an opportunity to send a karate kick to the back of his neck, knocking him down instantly.

"Wow! That was easy." He said to himself as he rushed towards the man, taking off his suit Jacket and his gun away before sprinting towards the security exit.

Turning towards the mansion, he looked up, noticing a familiar figure at the top of the building,  calmly watching him.

Yoongi.

He smiled, sending him a hand over head heart signal before disappearing behind the tall gate.

Now was the time for a proper run, since he now knew Yoongi had watched him leave, and was probably still watching him.

He was sure he would send his men to get him, Hoseok was ready for that, hell, he had even over prepared.

Sprinting down the lonely road part, he went on, not thinking of taking a break even for a second.

He finally came to a stop after almost an hour of running. Now that he was very far away from the mansion, he could take a little rest.

Right?

Scanning around the open area, he caught site of a snack store,  his stomach suddenly grumbled.

Jimin was right, his muscles were beginning to get weaker, and he was afraid he would faint if he didn't eat something.

But he didn't have any money on him, how was he going to go about that?

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Also, I'm kinda on a writer's block on a chapter, so it might take a while before my next update.