RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 64: AFTERMATH

And that, he realised,
was more than enough.
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...are you avoiding me?...

Yoongi woke up the next morning, his bed feeling colder than he remembered. He instinctively reached out for Hoseok, only to find the space beside him empty. The faint sound of water running from the small bathroom reached his ears, explaining Hoseok’s absence.

He let out a soft sigh and pushed himself up, feeling the dull ache in his injured side. It was still tender, a constant reminder of the fight that had nearly gone sideways, but at least the pain had dulled since the night before. He gently pressed a hand against the bandaged wound, wincing slightly but relieved that it wasn’t as sharp as it had been.

Yoongi swung his legs over the edge of the bed, taking a moment to steady himself. The events of yesterday played in his mind like a reel, flashes of gunfire, shouts, and the tension that gripped him as they confronted Jay’s men. It had been close, too close, but they’d pulled through. He couldn’t afford to falter now. Not when they were this close to taking everything back.

The sound of the water stopped, followed by the soft rustle of fabric as Hoseok stepped out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He paused when he saw Yoongi sitting up, his face instantly flushed red, rememberiing their kiss the previous night, Yoongi being shirtless again added to his flusteredness.

He turned around, back facing the taller, pretending to be busy with drying his hair to acknowledge his presence.

Feeling contented with his almost dried hair, he turned around, only to yelp, when his face came in contact with the alpha's bare chest.

Yoongi let out a light chuckle, leaning down slightly to match his height. "Are you avoiding me?"

Hoseok’s heart raced as Yoongi’s words hung in the air, his eyes darting away from Yoongi’s piercing gaze. He could feel the heat crawling up his neck, his mind replaying the kiss they had shared the night before. The memory was still vivid, the way Yoongi's lips had pressed against his own with unexpected softness, a moment that had caught him completely off guard.

“I-I’m not avoiding you,” Hoseok stammered, stepping back to put some space between them. He clutched the towel tightly in his hands, his fingers nervously fidgeting with the fabric. “I just… didn’t expect you to be up already.”

Yoongi raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at his lips as he watched Hoseok fluster under his scrutiny. “You’re a terrible liar, Cupcake,” he teased, the nickname slipping out effortlessly, his voice low and teasing. "You wouldn't even look at me in the eye." He went on, his hand reaching forward to gently brush a wet hair strand from Hoseok’s forehead. The gesture was tender, almost intimate, and it sent a shiver down Hoseok’s spine.

Hoseok's blush deepened at the familiar nickname, his gaze flickering up to meet Yoongi’s. There was no malice in the alpha’s expression, only a quiet amusement that made Hoseok’s heart flutter in his chest.

Getting even more flustered when the alpha leaned closer, Hoseok quickly looked down, but that stopped when Yoongi placed his index finger beneath his chin, raising his head back up.

Hoseok's breath hitched as Yoongi's finger gently tilted his chin upward, forcing him to meet those intense eyes that always seemed to see right through him. He could feel the warmth radiating off Yoongi's skin, the proximity making his pulse race uncontrollably. Hoseok tried to steady his breathing, but the closer Yoongi leaned, the harder it became to think straight.

The sudden knock on the door snapped Hoseok back to his senses. Giving a nervous grin. He slipped away quickly, hurrying towards the door to answer it.

Yoongi watched him with a smile, fighting to open the door, finally succeeding in doing so, he was met with Jungkook typing on his phone.

"Hi!" Hoseok greeted, scurrying past him, out of the room, leaving the two alphas behind.

Jungkook watched him run off with a raised brow, turning to Yoongi who still had that smug grin on his lips. "What's the matter with you two?"

"Oh it's nothing." Yoongi brushed him off, moving towards the bed to pick his shirt. "Why are you here by the way." He asked, fixing the buttons of his shirt, his back facing the younger.

"Your ride is on it's way, we'll be heading back to the mansion in a few minutes.

Yoongi hummed, brushing is hair back with his fingers. "How about Yoonji's and mum's flight? Have that been arranged? You know we have not much time left."

"Ah yes! it was pretty hard getting a trusted airline, but Namjoon suggested we use one of your private jet for smoother transport. At least we wouldn't have to worry about any of your alliances getting to them.

Yoongi nodded thoughtfully, considering Jungkook’s words. “Good thinking,” he said, finally fastening the last button of his shirt. “I’ll trust Namjoon’s judgement on that. Make sure they’re both guarded well until they’re out of the city.” He turned to face Jungkook, the playful smugness from earlier replaced by a more serious demeanour.

Jungkook nodded. “Already handled. We’ve doubled security around them, and the pilots are some of our best. I'm hundred percent sure that they will be safe... as long as things go according to plan.”

Yoongi let out a soft sign, letting the younger's last thoughtful statement sink in. He just hoped things would turn out well, the last thing he wanted was getting them entangled in this mess.

"OK." He spoke, making his way past the younger alpha. "Now it's left with breaking the news to them. I'm sure my mum wouldn't be too happy, but it's for their safety anyway." He shrugged, brushing the discussion to the side for another time.

Jungkook followed closely behind, watching Yoongi’s back as they walked down the hallway. He could sense the weight of the decisions Yoongi was carrying; they all could. The situation was growing more complicated by the hour, and Yoongi's mind was constantly churning, calculating their next moves...

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