The Calm After The Storm ||BTS_HYBRIDS X F!MOC|| OT7

Something's Happening

Heaven's POV

For the past two weeks, I've been consumed by one thing—revenge. Every waking moment has been spent planning, strategizing, making sure every single person involved in my boys' kidnapping pays in ways they never thought possible. I can still see them that night, battered, broken, their eyes clouded with pain. The state I had found them in had left me horrified—no, traumatized.

That memory has been eating me alive. It latches onto me in the quiet moments, dragging me down until sleep becomes impossible. The exhaustion is suffocating, but no matter how heavy it gets, I refuse to let it show. I can feel myself slipping, inching closer to a darkness I might not be able to crawl out of, but I fight it—especially when I'm around them.

I never told the boys what I was going through, and for two reasons. One—because they've already suffered enough. The last thing I want is for them to worry about me. And two—because I made sure they couldn't sense it. I've been using anti-depression and anxiety scent blockers, masking my emotions so they won't pick up on what's really going on inside me. It worked for a while.

But I should've known better.

They may not say anything, but I can see it—the way their eyes linger on me a little longer, the way their expressions soften when they think I'm not looking. They've noticed how restless I've become, how exhaustion clings to me like a second skin. Whenever they ask, I give them the same excuse. Just tired from work.

They never push. They never call me out. But their silence speaks louder than words.

And somehow, that makes it hurt even more.

Because no matter how hard I try to hide, I know deep down—they see me.

Tonight felt heavier than usual, the silence pressing in from all sides. I could hear the faint hum of the streetlights outside, the occasional rustle of the wind against the windows, but the house was still, the boys deep in their respective worlds of sleep and dreams. But not me. I lay awake, my mind far from restful, tangled in thoughts I couldn't shake.

I had grown used to nights like this, the kind where sleep wouldn't come because the weight of decisions was too much to ignore. My fingers traced the cool edge of the coffee table, each movement sending a chill through my fingertips. The conversation with Jay played on repeat in my head, each word from him sinking deeper into my chest. Park Jisoo. I didn't need to know her personally to understand the danger she posed.

She was everything I hated, arrogant, entitled, and completely unaware of the rules of this world. But I would make sure she learned them fast.

A soft knock at the door cut through my thoughts, a subtle sound, but it felt as loud as thunder in the quiet room. I didn't need to check the clock to know who it was. Namjoon. The only one who would ever venture outside the shared space this late. I had sensed his presence by my door for a while now, and when the knock came, it was gentle but purposeful.

"Come in," I called, my voice calm but carrying an edge, a quiet darkness that only he would hear.

The door creaked open, and there he stood. Namjoon. Tall, broad shouldered, his presence commanding even in the dim hallway light. His face was unreadable, but I knew him well enough to see the flicker of concern in his eyes.

"You're still awake," he said, his voice low, rough with sleep.

I nodded, not bothering to pretend otherwise. "I've got things on my mind."

"Figured," he replied, stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind him. "I know you, Heaven. And I know something's brewing."

I met his gaze, my lips pressing into a tight line. I hadn't planned on talking to anyone about it-not yet. But Namjoon had a way of making everything impossible to keep buried, especially when it came to the people we loved.