RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 24: FAMILY

"Hmm... sounds refreshing... honestly,
I'm only interested in whatever rare gem he pocesses,
but I could be the reason for his downfall too,
so I guess I'll work with your idea."
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...does that means you're Yoongi's mate?!...

The entire day seemed like a blur for Hoseok, for he hadn't done anything but pace up and down his new room, cooking up ideas in his head. He hadn’t stepped his foot outside his room all through the day, even if yoongi gave him the freedom to roam around the mansion if he wanted.

What use was that if he wasn't given the freedom to explore the world like he always wanted.

Plus he didn't think seeing anyone right now... especially Yoongi was a great idea. He wanted enough time to settle his mind.

Besides Jimin, he hadn't seen anyone else, and he was more than okay with that. However, he found himself making his way out of the room, in search of the kitchen, late at night when his stomach wouldn't stop grumbling

It was pretty hard finding the kitchen on this floor. There were a lot of doors and slides, leading to vacant rooms, storage units, libraries, theatre's, mini parlours, gaming rooms, and many more.

He was thankful he found the kitchen sooner, for he was about giving up. The first thing he noticed was the different aura the kitchen held.

It smelt like home, like all the foods prepared in here were home made, cooked by a lovely family, and not some five star chef employed to work for the Don.

Another thing he noticed was the unnecessary large space it had. It looked like a whole master bedroom could be cut out from it, and there would still be enough space for a kitchen.

Brushing all his thoughts to the back of his mind, he went in search of anything appealing to the mouth to stop his grumbling stomach.

Finally settling on a bowl of tiny blue berries, an a glass of orange juice which he'd picked From one of the numerous fridges, he settled on one of the island littered around the kitchen, nibbling slowly on his blue berries, eyes and ears up in alert in case anyone walked in.

Now that he was realising it, he hadn't seen anyone in this floor, not even one fully armed guard that were scattered around the estate, or a single maid.

Was he the only one on this floor??

His thoughts were answered by a happy squeaky voice.

"Oh hey! Pretty! There you are again!" Hoseok frowned, turning around. He was met with a widely smiling little teenager, Yoongi's sister.

What was her name again?

"Uhh... hi." He muttered, not sure what else to say.

"Hii!" She squeaked loudly, slight giggle in her tone.

"W- what are you doing here?"

"Sorry?"

"I mean... you aren't supposed to be on this floor right? It's not safe here."

The girl let out a hearthy giggle. "No, this is the safest floor, this is where I and my mum stays."

"Oh..."

"Will you be staying on this floor too?"

"Y- yeah?"

She let out a dramatic gasp, her hands over her chest, eyes wide. "Does that means you're Yoongi's mate!?!" She asked excitedly, her gummy smile returning.

"What?! No! I'm not!" Hoseok was quick to decline, face suddenly going red.

"Yes! You are!" She objected, happy giggles in her tone. "Yoongi never brings anyone to the safe floor unless they're really important to him! You're the first omega he'll bring up here!"

"Uhh... tha- that's different, I'm up here for a different reason."

"What reason!"

Hoseok remained quiet, lips in a thin line as he stared blankly at the teenager. Now  how was he supposed to tell her that he was literally just a property in this mansion. This place was nothing but a luxurious prison to him.

Though he didn't know why Yoongi would put him on this floor, but all he knew was that he was trapped in this cell called mansion.

"Yoonji?"

Both omegas turned their gaze to the voice, both having different reactions to their third party's presence.

Standing a few feet away from them was Yoongi, and beside him was an older woman, which Hoseok now knew was his mother.

"What are you doing up this late? You should be in bed."

She gave a wide gummy grin, approaching the alpha. "I wasn't feeling sleepy, so I came out for some snacks. Then I met my new friend."

Friend? Since when!? Hoseok found himself thinking.

Yoongi turned his gaze to Hoseok, who in return just stared blankly at the Alpha, rolling his eyes, before returning to nibbling on his berries.

He let out a small sigh, turning his gaze back to his sister. "You need to go to bed, it's late."

"No! I don't want to sleep." She retaliated, crossing her arms stubbornly over her chest.

"You little-..." he got cut off by his mum.

"Let her be son, it's not like she's going anywhere tomorrow."

"Thanks mum!" The girl high fived her mother, sticking out her tongue at the Alpha before skipping further into the kitchen, for some snack hunt.

"Wow mum!" Yoongi breathed out, turning his sarcastic gaze to the older woman. "You're spoiling her!"

The older woman shrugged, making her way farther into the kitchen, "She's still little, let her enjoy the way she wants."

She sat next to the uninterested looking omega, smiling fondly at him as he picked on his berries.

Feeling a pair of eyes on him, Hoseok turned around, eyes locking with the older woman. He returned her smile with a thin lip smile before concentrating back on his berries, suddenly loosing interest in it.

Her stare and fond smile did twist to his inside. He had never felt what it felt like to have a loving and caring mum.

Yoonji appeared next to him, pushing a box of cookies to his side.

"Hey friend! I figured you'll prefer this over that." She said, pointing to the barely touched berries the omega had been nibbling on.

"Uhh... t- thanks... I guess." Hoseok spoke, collecting the box of cookies.

"Since you both are hungry, why don't I make something delicious for us all."

"No, I'm-..." Hoseok was saying.

"Sounds great mum!" Yoonji interrupted jumping from her seat. "Can we join you?"

"Sure you can, you and uhh..." She trailed off, her gaze going to the older omega.

"Hoseok." The only alpha among them who had been silently watching from a distance answered, hands sliding into this pant pocket.

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