Secrecy Untold

The Rescue.

The stale air of the nightclub's backroom was thick with fear and the scent of cheap liquor. Hoseok, his vision blurred by the too-much alcohol, struggled against the two men pinning him down. His cries, muffled by their calloused hands, fell on deaf ears.

'Please... stop...' he whimpered, his voice a broken whisper.

One of the men chuckled, a cruel, rasping sound. 'Don't worry, pretty boy. We're just going to have a little fun.'

The air in the dimly lit room was thick with the scent of stale alcohol and fear. Hoseok, his voice thick and useless, choked on a whimper, his eyes wide with terror as the two figures loomed over him. A sharp sting in his arm sent a surge of adrenaline through him, his body jolting involuntarily. He tried to scream, to fight, but the drug was taking hold, rendering him paralyzed in the face of their looming presence. Hope, a tiny flicker in the darkness of his desperate mind, dwindled to nothing.

Hoseok's hope dwindled with each passing moment. His mind, clouded by the adrenaline, struggled to grasp the reality of his situation. He was trapped, helpless.

Suddenly, a harsh clang echoed through the room. The door burst open, and two burly guards strode in, their faces grim. The men pinning Hoseok down froze, their eyes widening in surprise.

'What's going on here?' one of the guards barked, his voice booming in the confined space.

The assailants stuttered, scrambling to their feet. 'Nothing, officer! Just... a misunderstanding.'

Before they could fabricate a story, the door swung open again, this time revealing a tall figure cloaked in shadow. It was Yoongi, his features etched with worry as he scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on Hoseok. The sight that met him stopped his breath.

Hoseok, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled, was trembling, his eyes shut with terror. The alcohol was replaced with a chilling fear, making him look incredibly vulnerable. Yoongi, his heart twisting with a mix of outrage and protectiveness, felt a surge of icy fury.

'Hoseok,' his voice, normally a soft baritone, carried the icy undercurrent of his nickname, 'Ice King.'

He strode across the room, his presence commanding attention. He didn't bother with the thugs. They cowered before him, their bravado replaced with fear. His gaze, however, was fixed solely on Hoseok.

He swiftly pulled off his own leather jacket and draped it over Hoseok, who flinched at the sudden touch. 'Are you okay?' Yoongi asked, his voice barely a whisper.

Hoseok only shook his head, unable to speak. He felt a wave of weakness wash over him, the reality of what had almost happened hitting him with crushing force.

Yoongi's heart clenched at the sight of Hoseok, the Ice King, reduced to a broken, vulnerable mess. The sight tore at him, a raw, visceral pain. He saw the fear in Hoseok's eyes, the way he flinched at every movement, the despair etched on his face.

The guards quickly apprehended the two assaulters, their hands moving with swift, practiced force. Yoongi, his anger a simmering volcano, advanced towards the men. He moved with a chilling precision, his steps silent, his eyes cold and calculating.

'You were going to hurt him,' he murmured, his voice a chilling whisper, his words laced with a threat.

The men, already cowering, whimpered in fear. They knew they had crossed a line, a line that Yoongi, the multi-billionaire, the ruthless businessman, would not tolerate.

Yoongi's actions were swift and brutal. He didn't hesitate. His rage, fueled by protectiveness, erupted in a storm of violence. His movements were a blur, a symphony of pain and punishment, a terrifying display of raw, unadulterated fury.