RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 69: HOSEOK

"I've spent too long being his victim,
and I'm done.
If this is the end of the line,
I want to go down on my terms,
not running scared because of what he might do..."
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...he never cries...

At the end of everything, it didn't turn out well as Yoongi wished. Hoseok was still adamant about not leaving, and Yoongi was pissed at his stubbornness, his refusal to see reason. It wasn't that Hoseok didn't understand the danger-he did, perhaps better than anyone. But his need to stand his ground, to face Hungjae head-on, blinded him to the risks Yoongi desperately wanted him to avoid.

So here Yoongi sat in his study, hands over his face, as he tried to steady the whirlwind of thoughts raging in his mind. The room, usually a sanctuary where he meticulously planned every move, felt stifling, closing in on him with the weight of the impending storm. He could feel his pulse pounding in his temples, a reminder of how deeply Hoseok's defiance had rattled him.

Yoongi had always prided himself on his ability to stay calm under pressure, to see the bigger picture even when chaos threatened to consume everything around him. But this was different. This wasn't just about strategy or winning a fight; this was about Hoseok, the one person Yoongi just realised he couldn't bear to lose. The idea of Hungjae getting his hands on Hoseok again made Yoongi's blood run cold.

He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging slightly in frustration. Why couldn't Hoseok see that this was about more than just pride? Why couldn't he understand that Yoongi's fear was rooted in love, not control? Yoongi slammed a fist down on the desk, the sharp pain that shot through his hand doing nothing to quell the anger simmering just beneath the surface.

The door creaked open, and Yoongi didn't bother looking up, assuming it was one of his men. "Get out," he grumbled, his voice low and edged with warning.

"What did you do to my baby? you made him cry... he never cries."Seokjin's voice broke the silence, his demeanour unfazed by the alpha's earlier command as he settled himself on a seat opposite the alpha.

Yoongi looked up, his eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion and frustration. Seokjin's expression was calm but tinged with a hint of accusation, like a parent confronting a child who'd made a mess of things. Yoongi's lips pressed into a thin line, his temper flaring at the implication.

"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be with Namjoon."

The omega rolled his eyes, leaning into his seat. "Namjoon doesn't keep me locked up like I'm some delicate object to toss around." Seokjin retorted, his voice edged with a calm defiance.

The room went silent for a minute, before Yoongi let out a soft sign. "What are you doing here?" He asked again, his tone calm this time

"What did you say to Hoseok?"

"That shouldn't be your concern." Yoongi responded, beginning to flip through the stack of papers in front of him.

"Don't tell me you're planning on taking him away from the mission."

Yoongi paused, his unreadable gaze flickering to the omega. "and?"

"That's the last thing you will want to do Min Yoongi. He's always dreamt if doing this all his life."

Yoongi's grip on the papers tightened, his knuckles turning white as he resisted the urge to lash out. Seokjin's calm, unwavering presence was both infuriating and grounding, a constant reminder that the world wouldn't bend to his will, no matter how much he wanted it to.

"This isn't a game, Seokjin," Yoongi said, his voice low and measured, though the undercurrent of frustration was unmistakable. "This isn't some dream you can wake up from when things go south. This is real, and it's dangerous, and Hoseok-"

"-is not a child," Seokjin interrupted, his voice sharp but not unkind. "He's not some naive omega who needs coddling. He's a grown man, Yoongi. He's trained for this. He's prepared for this. And more than anything, he wants to prove himself-to you, to everyone. Taking him off the mission will only make him resent you more. And I know that's the last thing you will want from him, considering whatever is going on between you both. It's as clear as daylight."

Yoongi exhaled sharply, his chest tightening at the thought of Hoseok's disappointed gaze, the look that said he'd been let down once again. He hated that look. Hated how it made him feel like the villain in Hoseok's story, the one standing between him and his dreams. But the thought of seeing Hoseok hurt, or worse, was unbearable. "He can't face Hungjae... he had a panic attack." He mumbled, face resting on his palm.

A frown edged on Seokjin's face. "What did you do!" His tone was sharp as he glared at the alpha.

"I made him know I was aware of his illness... he figured out that I knew the rest, and it ended in a panic attack." Yoongi answered honestly.

"Oh, that's why he was mad at me." Seokjin muttered to himself, turning his gaze to the alpha. "I told you not to let him know until after everything! Why on earth will you tell him!"

"I know, Okay? I know I messed up, I thought it would be a great way to make him stay away... turns out I was wrong...

"Yeah!" Seokjin spat, cutting him shut, "very wrong, you only made him feel like a weakling in front of you. Just hope he's not going to be scared of you too."

A small smile thugged on Yoongi's lips, relieved that it was actually not the case. "I don't think he is."

This earned a raised brow from Seokjin, scrutinising gaze gawking at him. "I hope so." He muttered rather sarcastically. "And I'll advise you one more time, making him hide away from Hungjae isn't gonna do any good to you, and him especially... all what he wants is overcoming his fears. If you think you can help him by dealing with Hungjae yourself, you're very wrong."

Yoongi leaned back in his chair, staring up at the ceiling as he absorbed the omega's words, Seokjin was right-this wasn't just about protecting Hoseok from the physical threat Hungjae posed. It was about the internal battle Hoseok was fighting, the demons that clawed at him every time he thought of facing the man who'd left scars that ran deeper than skin.

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