His Hidden Legacy~ Vhope

The Connection.

Authors pov

Namjoon stood amidst the chaos of the party, his heart racing as his eyes darted around the room. Hoseok had been gone for too long. Too many drinks. Too many strangers. And now, too much time had passed.

"Where the hell is he?" Namjoon muttered under his breath, pushing through the crowd, his hands trembling.

Jin noticed his distress and intercepted him by the bar. “Namjoon, calm down,” he said, placing a reassuring hand on Namjoon’s arm.

“Calm down? Jin, Hoseok is missing! He’s drunk, vulnerable, and anything could’ve happened to him!” Namjoon’s voice cracked as tears welled in his eyes.

Jin smirked slightly, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh, come on, Joonie. Knowing Hoseok, he’s probably getting laid somewhere. The guy isn’t exactly helpless.”

Namjoon’s face twisted in disbelief. “How can you joke about this right now?”

Yoongi, who was nursing a drink nearby, chimed in lazily. “Jin’s got a point. I’d bet money he’s with someone, doing... well, you know.”

Namjoon clenched his fists, his panic spilling over. “You don’t understand! He’s my best friend. If something happened to him, I’ll never forgive myself.” A tear slipped down his cheek, and Jin sighed, pulling him into a comforting embrace.

“Look, Namjoon,” Jin whispered, stroking his back gently, “Hobi can take care of himself. But we’ll find him. I promise.”

Meanwhile, Taehyung pulled his sleek black car into the driveway of an opulent motel, its golden-lit exterior radiating wealth and exclusivity. He glanced in the rearview mirror at Hoseok, who was now slumped in the backseat, softly snoring.

Taehyung shook his head. “What a mess,” he muttered, stepping out of the car. He circled to the passenger side, opening the door and carefully hoisting Hoseok into his arms again.

The smaller man stirred, whining softly and curling into Taehyung’s chest. Taehyung couldn’t help but roll his eyes, though his hold on Hoseok remained firm.

Carrying Hoseok bridal-style, Taehyung entered the grand lobby of the motel. The luxurious chandelier above sparkled brilliantly, casting soft light over marble floors and golden accents. A sharp-dressed concierge behind the desk barely batted an eye as Taehyung approached, handing over his card.

“Room 1203,” the concierge said smoothly, sliding the key card across the counter.

Taehyung raised a brow. “Not even going to ask about the unconscious man in my arms?”

The concierge smiled faintly. “We pride ourselves on discretion.”

Taehyung hummed in amusement and strode to the elevator, cradling Hoseok close.

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The room was nothing short of exquisite—an expansive suite adorned with plush furnishings, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city, and a massive king-sized bed adorned with crisp white linens. The warm glow of dimmed lights and the faint scent of lavender created a calming atmosphere.

Taehyung carried Hoseok to the bed and gently laid him down. Hoseok blinked up at the ceiling, his eyes hazy with confusion.

“Where...?” he mumbled, his words slurring before he suddenly gagged, clamping a hand over his mouth.

“Fuck,” Taehyung muttered, yanking off his tie and swiftly scooping Hoseok up again. He rushed to the bathroom, kicking the door open and lowering Hoseok in front of the toilet just in time.