RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 63: NEW REVELATION

"What is it?"
Yoongi asked,
his brow raised,
watching them exchange suspicious gaze.
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...the Silo...

Jimin didn't look like he was ready to talk, and Taehyung too seemed a little unsure, even after Namjoon and Jungkook had assured them that they'll be alright.

"What's the matter?" Yoongi queried, gradually becoming impatient with their deafening silence and nervous glances.

"You won't kill us right?" Taehyung suddenly blurted out.

This deepened Yoongi’s frown. He was about to say something when Seokjin beat him to it.

"Actually, we need your help. But you need to know a little more about us first." Seokjin stepped forward, leaning his hands on the wooden table in front of the alpha. He pulled out the almost worn down stool beneath the table, sitting on it.

"It seems like you're only aware that I and Hoseok came from the silo. right?"

"Yeah??" Yoongi answered questionly, still confused on where the conversation was leading to.

"Well... there's more of us... here... right now... as we speak."

Yoongi’s eyes shut to Namjoon, who in return just gave him a slow nod.

He turned back to Seokjin, eyes narrowing, "what do you mean?"

Seokjin turned to his side, peripheral gaze meeting Taehyung, before turning the other side where Jimin stood.  "You guys should come forward..."

Taehyung and Jimin exchanged nervous glances before stepping forward, their reluctance clear. Yoongi’s gaze sharpened, his posture tense as he watched them. The silence that filled the room was thick and uneasy, the weight of unspoken truths pressing down on everyone present.

Seokjin turned back to Yoongi, a satisfied grin making it's way to his lips when he saw the confusion in his expression. "We're all from the Silo. Turns out God chose to be on our side and bring us back together."

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Yoongi let out a heavy sign, taking his seat at the edge of the bed. Hoseok was still deep in slumber, his soft snores being the only noise in the small room. He could tell pretty easily that he was still recovering from his heat, for the faint smell of vanilla was still lingering in the air.

His mind drifted back to all that he'd just heard. Concerning the silo, Concerning Hoseok, Concerning the old pedophilic monster he called a father... and additionally, Concerning Jimin and Taehyung.

Now he understood why all their background was wiped off when they recruited into his mafia. Apparently, they weren't even registered into the legal system. All their lives had been in the silo till they were "ripe" enough for auctioneers to buy.

Apparently, the so called "ripe" age was thirteen. They were still kids when they were taken out. They had somehow managed to escape their buyer before he could cause any more traumatic damage on them,and had found their way into Yoongi's Corp as a regular worker before Yoongi himself handpicked them as part of his right hand men.

Apparently, the alpha himself was supposed to be their bait to get back at Hungjae for inflicting so much trauma on them, but had chosen to stay longer and be loyal after realising Yoongi was nothing like his father.

Honestly, Yoongi was slightly pissed that he himself was being used as a pawn without knowing it, but he couldn’t blame them, if he were in their shoes, he was sure he would have done worse.

He rubbed his face, trying to piece together his next move. The revelations about Jimin and Taehyung being from the Silo too had blindsided him. He'd always known that the people in his inner circle had their secrets, but this was a twist he hadn’t anticipated. Yoongi had never intended to play any role in his father's twisted games, and now, unknowingly, he had been positioned as a means to an end.

Hoseok's slight stir gained the alpha's attention, his lashes fluttering as he shifted under the covers. Yoongi watched him for a moment, the soft sound of his breathing grounding him amidst the chaos in his mind.

Yoongi's eyes softened as he watched Hoseok shift in his sleep, the fragile peace of the moment contrasting sharply with the storm brewing inside him. Everything he had just learned weighed heavily on him—his father's heinous actions, the depth of trauma endured by those who now stood by his side, and the hidden motives that had once guided their paths to him.

He leaned towards the omega, stretching his hands forward to remove a stray strands from his forehead.

"I wander why you didn't tell me you were sick." He muttered to himself, laying on his side beside the sleeping omega, his head resting on his palm as he watched him. "I get it, you wouldn't have told me either way." He chuckled admist words, his head hitting the pillow beneath him, gaze moving to the ceiling.

"Our first impression on each other wasn’t the best one." He continued. "I hope we can work that out sooner, when everything is over."

Yoongi lay still, the coolness of the sheets contrasting with the warmth of Hoseok’s presence beside him. He let out a slow breath, his eyes tracing the cracks on the ceiling as if searching for answers that weren’t there. The weight of everything—the Silo, his father, the revelation about Jimin and Taehyung—pressed down on him like a vice. Yet, in this quiet room, with Hoseok by his side, there was a flicker of solace, a small piece of calm in the chaos.

He turned his head slightly, eyes drifting back to Hoseok. His breathing was steady, his face serene, a stark contrast to the turmoil Yoongi felt. He couldn’t help but reach out again, fingertips brushing against Hoseok’s cheek, the touch feather-light. It was strange, this pull he felt towards him, an inexplicable need to protect, to comfort, to make up for all the things that had been taken from Hoseok by his father’s cruelty.

A bitter smile tugged at Yoongi’s lips. “Seokjin was right, you know,” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft sound of Hoseok’s breathing. “I am nothing like him. I never will be.”

His mind replayed the conversation with Seokjin, the looks of fear and hesitation on Jimin and Taehyung’s faces. They were all broken in their own ways, fragments of a past they couldn’t escape. But they had survived, they had fought, and somehow, they had found each other. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

Yoongi rolled onto his back again, one arm resting over his forehead as he stared blankly at the ceiling. The anger he felt towards his father was like a simmering fire in his chest, but now, there was a new resolve burning alongside it. He wouldn’t let Hungjae win. Not this time. Not ever again.

His thoughts drifted to what Seokjin had said—that they needed his help. The implications of that were heavy, and Yoongi knew that whatever they were planning, it wouldn’t be easy. But looking at Hoseok now, he realised that he had more than enough reason to fight. Not just for himself, but for everyone his father had wronged.

Yoongi turned his head slightly, his gaze softening as he watched Hoseok shift in his sleep, his brow furrowing slightly as if caught in a dream. Yoongi reached out again, this time letting his hand rest gently on Hoseok’s arm, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his fingertips.

“We’ll fix this,” Yoongi murmured, as much a promise to himself as it was to Hoseok. “I don’t know how yet, but I’ll make sure you’re safe. All of you.”

He lay there, listening to the rhythmic sound of Hoseok’s breathing, the faint scent of vanilla lingering in the air. In this quiet, he found a moment of clarity. He wasn’t alone in this fight. And maybe, just maybe, they could find a way out of this darkness together.

Closing his eyes, Yoongi let himself sink into the quiet, the warmth of Hoseok beside him a small but powerful reminder of what he was fighting for. He wasn’t sure what tomorrow would bring, but for the first time in a long while, he felt something akin to hope.

And that, he realised, was more than enough.

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