RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 65: AFTERMATH II

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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...You've been avoiding me...

The ride back to the mansion wasn't at all conversative. While Yoongi, Hoseok and Namjoon used the SUV, the rest were in the van. Hoseok, finding ways not to encounter Yoongi had wanted to be in the van with the others, but Yoongi being the commanding freak he is insisted that he stay in the SUV. So now, here he was, sitting side by side with Yoongi, gaze stuck outside the window.

As stated earlier, the ride wasn't at all conversative. Hoseok was in his own little world, doing everything he could not to look at the alpha, while Yoongi just watched him with a smug smirk, not caring that there was a third party also in the car.

Namjoon, sensing the tension between them chose to mind his business, concentrating on whatever work he was busy with on his tab.

A few more hours went by and they finally got home, much to Hoseok's relief. As the SUV pulled up to the mansion, the gates opened automatically, and Yoongi's sharp eyes surveyed the surroundings. The mansion stood tall and imposing, a fortress that offered a sense of security amidst the chaos. Hoseok took a deep breath, eager to escape the enclosed space of the vehicle and the awkwardness it had brought with it.

The car came to a stop, and the three of them stepped out. Hoseok moved quickly, eager to put distance between himself and Yoongi. He barely registered Namjoon’s presence as he headed towards the front entrance, his mind still preoccupied with their earlier encounter.

Yoongi, however, seemed in no rush to follow, lingering near the SUV with a casual air. He glanced at Hoseok’s retreating form with a hint of amusement before turning his attention to Namjoon.

“Let’s go over the details for the next operation,” Yoongi said, his tone shifting back to business. “We need to be precise.”

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Hoseok had just taken a proper bath, after returning from the motel. He now had a short pair of Jean shorts and an oversized white tee that exposed one side of his shoulder, displaying his perfectly shaped colar bone. The shirt covered the shorts completely, making it look like he wasn't wearing anything beneath the shirt.

Recently, his style of clothing had changed, thanks to yoonji who stole her brother's card to change his entire wardrobe. He no longer wore sweatpants nor did he wear men's clothing. Majority, if not all of his clothes were now feminine or unisex wears.

Though he loved them, Hoseok wasn't yet comfortable wearing all those around the house, knowing there were eyes everywhere. So he often took the ones that were at least less revealing.

Yoongi was very much aware of what his sister did, but do he do anything about it? No. It was obvious she was getting Hoseok all dolled up for her own romantic fantasy, and Yoongi had no problem with that, as long as he got to see him all prettily dressed.

A gentle knock on the door brought Hoseok to his feet, sauntering towards the door to answer it. He soon regretted doing that, for as soon as he opened it, there was Yoongi in his personal space, practically backing him up towards the wall, kicking the door shut with his foot.

"Y- yoongi??" Hoseok’s surprised voice shrieked, wide gaze at the alpha who now had both his arms on the omega’s waist, pressing him towards his chest...

Yoongi's eyes darkened as he gazed down at Hoseok, his grip firm but not painful. He seemed to take in every detail—the way Hoseok's shirt hung loosely off one shoulder, the soft waves of his hair, the slight tremble in his frame. Hoseok’s scent, a mix of anxiety and something distinctly sweet, filled the space between them, and Yoongi couldn't help the way his eyes lingered.

"You’ve been avoiding me," Yoongi stated, his voice low and edged with something unreadable.

Hoseok swallowed, his back pressing against the cool wall. “I— I’m not," he stuttered, though his eyes betrayed him, darting anywhere but Yoongi's intense gaze.

Yoongi chuckled, a soft, mocking sound that sent a shiver down Hoseok's spine. “Don't lie to me, cupcake. I see everything." His thumb brushed the fabric of Hoseok's shirt, tugging it back into place on his shoulder with a gentle yet possessive touch.

Hoseok flinched slightly but didn't pull away. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide under Yoongi's piercing stare. "What do you want?" he finally asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi's smile widened, replaced by a more prominent smirk. "I want you to stop running from me." He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of Hoseok's ear as he whispered, "You think I don’t notice how you flinch whenever I’m near? How you avoid my gaze?”

Hoseok's eyes fluttered close, clenched fists going up to the alpha's chest, in a weak attempt to push him away, trying to keep his composure.

That didn't seem to work for Yoongi already had his nose on his exposed collar bone, taking in a huge inhale of Hoseok's scent, a slow, deliberate breath that sent a jolt of awareness through the omega’s entire being. Hoseok's heart raced, beating so loudly he was sure Yoongi could hear it. The proximity, the alpha's overwhelming presence, and the mixed emotions surging inside him made it nearly impossible to think straight.

“Yoongi, please,” Hoseok whispered, though he wasn’t sure if he was asking Yoongi to stop or to keep going. His resolve was crumbling; every inch of space Yoongi closed between them made it harder to maintain his facade of indifference.

Yoongi's lips ghosted along Hoseok's collarbone, the barest of touches that made Hoseok shiver. “Stop avoiding me, and maybe I’ll let you breathe,” Yoongi murmured, his voice rich with a promise that made Hoseok’s legs feel weak. There was a predatory edge to the alpha’s tone, one that hinted at the control he held over the situation—and over Hoseok.

With a firm hand, Yoongi tilted Hoseok’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. “Look at me when I’m talking to you,” Yoongi demanded softly, his voice a dark whisper against Hoseok's skin. Hoseok obeyed, his wide eyes meeting Yoongi’s intense gaze, and for a moment, the world narrowed to just the two of them.

“I’m not running,” Hoseok repeated, though it came out weaker this time, barely convincing even to himself. His breath hitched when Yoongi’s fingers trailed lightly up his neck, resting just under his jaw—a touch that was more intimate than any kiss, a silent claim that made Hoseok’s pulse quicken.

“You can’t lie to me, cupcake,” Yoongi said, his smirk softening into something almost gentle, but no less commanding. “You’ve been avoiding me since last night... after I kissed you. You can't deny that.” He husked, leaning closer to the omega's lips.

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