RIGHT PERSON WRONG PLACE

CHAPTER 89: HIS DEATH

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 knife in his tight grip,
and finally,
strangely satisfying was his father,
sprawled out lifeless on the cold floor next to him,
thick red liquid pooling around him.
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Hoseok had barely made it down the dim corridor when he heard the thundering footsteps behind him. Panic surged through him, and he broke into a sprint, ignoring the burning pain in his muscles, the dizziness clouding his vision. But before he could reach the end of the hallway, a hand clamped into his hair, yanking him back with such force that he slammed into the wall.

"I told you," Hungjae's voice dripped with venom, his eyes blazing with fury, still red from the irritation of the vitamin powder, as he dragged Hoseok back toward the cell. "You're not going anywhere."

Hoseok struggled, kicking and thrashing with all the strength he had left, but it was futile. Hungjae was stronger, fueled by years of hatred and cruelty. He threw Hoseok back into the cell, the omega's body hitting the ground with a sickening thud. Before Hoseok could even lift his head, Hungjae was on him, fists slamming into his face, his stomach, again and again, until he couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

"You think you can escape from me?" Hungjae spat, yanking Hoseok's head back by his hair, his eyes wild with rage. "You belong to me!"

Hoseok could barely hear him through the ringing in his ears, could barely feel the pain anymore as his body went numb. But then, through the haze of blood and tears, he remembered Yoongi. He remembered the way the alpha had looked at him, the way he'd promised to protect him, to never let him go.

And something inside Hoseok snapped.

With a surge of adrenaline, he reached into the waistband of his pants, his fingers brushing against the cold metal of the knife he'd stolen days ago from one of the guards. He had kept it hidden, waiting for a moment when he could use it. And this was his moment.

Just as Hungjae tore at his clothes, Hoseok struck. He plunged the knife into Hungjae's side, the blade sinking into flesh with a sickening sound. The man froze, eyes wide with shock, and Hoseok didn't stop. He stabbed him again, and again, each thrust fueled by years of pain, fear, hatred and anger.

"Not anymore," Hoseok cried out, his voice raw and broken, tears mingling with the blood that stained his face. "You don't own me anymore you fucking bastard! No one own me!"

Hungjae tried to fight back, his hands clawing at Hoseok's neck, but the omega was relentless. He kept stabbing, over and over, until Hungjae's body went limp, his lifeless eyes staring up at the omega, his mouth open in a final, silent scream.

Hoseok collapsed, the knife still clung tightly between his fingers, his entire body shaking as he stared at the man who had haunted his nightmares for so long. He didn't feel triumphant. He didn't feel victorious. He felt empty, like the blood seeping from Hungjae's wounds had drained the last of his strength.

And then, the tears came. He curled in on himself, sobbing uncontrollably, his body wracked with pain, grief, and the overwhelming weight of what he'd done. For a moment, he thought he might die there, alone in the darkness, his hands stained with blood that would never wash off.

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Yoongi's breath caught in his throat at the sight before him. Hoseok, covered in blood, his clothes torn and barely clinging to his trembling frame, was sitting on the cold floor, tears streaking his bruised face. The omega's body was hunched over, clutching a small knife with blood smeared across his hands, his eyes wide and unseeing, staring at the lifeless body of Hungjae sprawled beside him.

"Hoseok..." Yoongi's voice broke, and he dropped to his knees, his heart aching at the sight of his omega—battered, broken, but alive. "Hoseok, it's me."

Hoseok didn't respond immediately, his gaze locked on the crimson stain spreading across the floor. It was only when Yoongi gently touched him that he jolted back to reality, gasping as if he'd been pulled from a nightmare. He looked up, recognition flickering in his eyes, and then, with a sob that tore through the silence, he collapsed into Yoongi's arms.

Yoongi held him close, his heart shattering as Hoseok's sobs grew louder, each one laced with a pain that words could never describe. Namjoon stood by the doorway, silent, his eyes dark with unspoken rage as he took in the scene.

But even as Yoongi held him, Hoseok's mind was replaying the events of what had just happened—the moment when he had taken back his power.

"Shh, I'm here now," Yoongi whispered, cradling Hoseok's face in his hands, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "You're safe. He can't hurt you anymore."

Hoseok clung to him, his entire body trembling as he buried his face in Yoongi's chest, his breath coming in ragged, uneven gasps.

"I... I killed him," he choked out, his voice barely more than a whisper. "I had to... I couldn't let him—"

"I know," Yoongi interrupted, his heart aching as he pressed a kiss to the omega's cheek. "You did what you had to do. You fought back. And you're here, with me now. That's all that matters."

Namjoon's voice cut through the silence, low and urgent. "We need to move. The bombs will go off in less than ten minutes. The prisoners are on their way out already." Yoongi nodded, his arms tightening around Hoseok as he picked him up in his arms.

The noises coming from the walls of the silo and sounds of gunshot got louder as they maneuvered their way through the narrow corridor. With Hoseok still in his arms, face burried to his chest, still shaking, Yoongi pulled out his gun, taking down a guard running towards their direction.

Just as the guard was down, more appeared, and it turned into a firing chaos that left Yoongi's ears ringing, his vision narrowing to the singular goal of getting Hoseok out alive. He gritted his teeth, his eyes darting between the advancing guards and the crumbling structure around them. The alarms blared louder, signaling the countdown to destruction, and Yoongi knew they were running out of time.

"Namjoon, cover me!" Yoongi yelled, his voice raw and desperate as he fired another round. Namjoon didn't hesitate, stepping forward and unleashing a hail of bullets that sent the remaining guards scrambling for cover. Each shot was precise, calculated, and ruthless.

"Go!" Namjoon barked, reloading swiftly, sweat dripping down his brow. "I'll hold them off! Get Hoseok out of here!"

Yoongi hesitated for the briefest moment, fear gnawing at him. "You better not die on me, Namjoon!" he yelled, his voice cracking under the strain.

Namjoon flashed a tight, humorless smile. "Wouldn't dream of it. Now get Hoseok out of this fucking hell!"

Yoongi turned, sprinting down the corridor, his heart pounding in his ears, Hoseok's weight heavy in his arms but grounding him all the same. He could feel Hoseok's ragged breaths against his chest, each one a reminder that they had to make it, that they couldn't let it end here.

"Yoongi..." Hoseok's voice was barely a whisper, weak and strained, but it was enough to make Yoongi slow his pace for a moment, to lean his ear closer.

"What is it, baby?" Yoongi murmured, trying to keep his voice steady, to hide the terror threatening to overwhelm him.

"I'm sorry," Hoseok choked out, tears streaming down his bloodied cheeks. "For everything... I—"

"Don't you dare apologize," Yoongi interrupted, his voice fierce, a fire blazing in his eyes as he looked down at him. "You did what you had to do. You survived, Hoseok. That's all that matters. You did nothing wrong."

"Hoseok's eyes fluttered close, a silent cry leaving his lips. "I'm the reason you're involved in this__."

Yoongi silenced him, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. "And I'll involve myself in more mess as long as it's you I'm fighting for..."

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