RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 88: INVASION

So here he was,
back pressed to a corner of the damp wall,
seated upright,
gaze fixed at the metal bar that took away his freedom.
He could hear foot steps approaching,
and the unmistakable voice of Hungjae among them...
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...you'll break, just like before...

The Last person Hoseok was expecting to be with Hungjae was Jay. Honestly he'd forgotten completely about the alpha, forgotten that he still had a greedy blood relative lurking around him, also wanting to have a taste of the Jade. He wondered if the alpha even knew they were blood related, talkless of being twins. He felt so disgusted seeing his brother also wanting to take advantage of him.

Hoseok silently watched them shamelessly ďiscuss in front of the cell he was in. Hungjae and Jay seemed to be in a heated argument, whatever they were talking about was non of his business, which was ironic, for it was him they were discussing about.

A few minutes passed, and he watched them both look in his direction, his gaze went to the floor, not wanting to make eye contact with them. The sound of the heavy metal bar creaking open brought his gaze back up, and he watched a smug grinning Hungjae step in, with Jay walking away, seeming to be on a phone call. This would be easier for the omega if Hungjae was the only one present.

Hoseok's heart pounded as Hungjae stepped inside, the dim light of the cell casting long shadows on his twisted grin. The fear threatened to consume him, but he gripped his resolve like a lifeline. This was it—the moment he'd been waiting for. He could feel the weight of the grounded pills in his pocket, a reminder of the slim chance he had to change his fate.

Hungjae approached slowly, savoring each step as if he were stalking prey. "Look at you," he sneered, tilting Hoseok's chin up with rough fingers. "All this time and you still have that fire in your eyes. It's amusing. You should give up already, your saviour isn't going to appear. "

Hoseok's gaze hardened. "And all this time, you're still as pathetic as ever," he spat, his voice hoarse but unwavering. Hungjae's eyes narrowed, and for a moment, Hoseok thought he'd pushed too far. But instead of striking him, Hungjae laughed—a deep, guttural sound that made Hoseok's skin crawl.

"That fire will be gone soon enough," Hungjae whispered, leaning closer. "You'll break, just like before."

But this time, Hoseok didn't flinch. He was done breaking. With one swift movement, he reached into his pocket and blew the powdered pills into Hungjae's face. The man stumbled back, coughing violently, his eyes wide with shock and rage.

"You little—" Hungjae's words were cut off with his vigorous coughs, his old health not able to take in the harsh chemicals. He staggered, trying to maintain his balance, but the strength was draining from his limbs. Hoseok didn't wait; he seized the moment, lunging forward and grabbing the keys that hung from Hungjae's belt.

"I'm not a scared kid anymore," Hoseok spat fiercely, looking down at the struggling man who had tormented him for years. With shaking hands, he unlocked the cell door and stepped out into the dim corridor...

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Yoongi couldn't stay still. Though it was frustrating for those around him, no one dared to come near him or utter a word of caution. They all knew better than to challenge him when he was in this state—desperate, dangerous, and hellbent on getting his omega back. His body was still healing, and every step was a reminder of his still-tender injuries, but he didn't care. He refused to let anything slow him down.

They'd just arrived at the silo, dispersed into separate teams. While Jimin and Jungkook were in charge of planting the bombs around the tall round building. Seokjin and Taehyung. Went around, releasing the other prisoners, while Yoongi, although wanted to be by himself, went with Namjoon in search of Hoseok

Yoongi moved through the dimly lit corridors of the silo with the precision and stealth of a predator. Each step felt like fire, the pain from his still-healing wounds radiating through his body, but he didn't let it slow him down. He kept his senses sharp, listening for any hint of Hoseok's presence, refusing to be distracted by anything else. Namjoon followed closely behind him, silent and watchful, ready to act if necessary.

It was no surprise to Yoongi when they bumped into Jay. The younger alpha seemed surprised, not expecting the silo to be invaded at this given time. No alarm noise of invasion was made yet, so seeing Yoongi was obviously the least thing he expected

Jay's surprise quickly turned to anger as he regained his composure, his eyes narrowing into slits. "What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, drawing himself up to his full height as if it would intimidate Yoongi.

Yoongi didn't waste time with words. He was on Jay in an instant, his movements swift and brutal. They clashed in the narrow corridor, fists flying, as Namjoon took a step back to give them space, his eyes scanning for any other threats. Jay, though clearly skilled, was no match for Yoongi's rage-fueled strength. Every punch Yoongi threw was filled with the desperate need to reach Hoseok, to tear down anyone who stood in his way.

Jay managed to block a blow, slamming his knee into Yoongi's ribs, but Yoongi barely felt it, his body numb to everything but the singular drive to get to his omega. With a growl, Yoongi caught Jay's arm and twisted it behind his back, slamming him face-first into the wall.

"You have one chance to answer me," Yoongi snarled, pressing his forearm against the back of Jay's neck. "Where is he?"

Jay laughed, a low, mocking sound. "You think you can take him back? You're too late. He belongs to Hungjae now."

The mention of Hungjae sent a bolt of fury through Yoongi, and he slammed Jay harder against the wall. "Wrong answer," he growled, increasing the pressure until Jay's laughter turned into a strangled gasp.

Namjoon stepped forward, eyes cold. "We don't have time for this," he said quietly. "The bombs are going off soon. We need to find Hoseok."

Jay struggled, wheezing as he tried to speak. "He... He's in the east wing. But you'll never make it in time. Hungjae—"

Yoongi didn't let him finish. With a swift, brutal strike to the back of Jay's head, he knocked him unconscious. "You're right, We don't have time." Yoongi said, retreating from the unconscious male now on the floor, pulling out his gun and sending two shots on both his legs, leaving him handicapped, before turning to Namjoon.

They moved quickly, racing through the winding corridors, following Jay's directions toward the east wing. The air grew thicker, the heat from the bombs planted by Jimin and Jungkook beginning to seep through the walls. As they turned the final corner, Yoongi saw it—the door at the end of the hall, slightly ajar.
Yoongi's heart pounded as he burst through the door, and there, in the center of the room, clothes Tattered, drenched in blood, sat Hoseok, bawling his eyes out, a pocket knife in his tight grip, and finally, strangely satisfying, a lifeless Hungjae sprawled out on the cold floor next to him, thick red liquid pooling around him.

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