3rd Person POV
The night had wrapped the Valentino estate in its heavy, velvet silence. Inside, the glow from the sleek modern fireplace flickered softly against the polished marble, casting shadows that danced with the weight of unspoken words. The boys gathered in the expansive living room — seven figures drawn together by more than just proximity.
Since Heaven left for the gala, the air had thickened with something raw and restless. Their usual calm, meticulously maintained, was now cracking at the edges like fine porcelain under pressure.
Namjoon sat cross-legged on the floor, a laptop open before him, screens of data and research flickering across the glossy screen. Jin reclined against the leather sofa, eyes sharp yet tired. Yoongi and Jungkook sat close, shoulders nearly touching, while Jimin, Taehyung, and Hobi lingered nearby, the tension between them palpable.
"Look," Namjoon began, voice steady, "we talked about this before, but I've been digging deeper—trying to understand what's really happening with us." He pushed his glasses up and scrolled through a complex diagram. "There are codes—levels assigned to hybrids based on their species, threat potential, and... behavioral patterns."
He paused, watching them all carefully.
"There's green for the prey types, you know, the softer side—domesticated stuff like dogs or rabbits. They're low threat, mostly passive, but they have defensive instincts."
Jin nodded. "Makes sense."
"Then yellow," Namjoon continued, "which covers herbivores that can be territorial but aren't outright predators. Like deer or gazelles—alert, cautious, but not lethal."
Taehyung frowned. "What about us? We're way past that."
"Right," Namjoon said. "That's where red comes in—true predators. Lions, tigers, wolves. It's wild, intense, survival-driven. But what I found... there's a level beyond red." He leaned in, voice dropping low.
The room leaned in with him.
"There's a code I'm calling—Black."
A low murmur ran through the group.
"This code isn't just about physical strength or instinct. It's intelligence, cunning, manipulation. It's primal in a different way—obsessive, possessive, territorial to a degree that borders on dangerous."
Jimin's eyes darkened. "That sounds like... us."
Yoongi glanced at Jungkook, who sat unusually still, fingers twitching lightly.
Namjoon's gaze shifted to Jungkook and Yoongi, his voice softer now.
"I've been watching how some of us... well, especially you two." He nodded toward Yoongi and Jungkook. "There's something happening. More than just instinct. It's like the hybrid side is waking up with a different kind of hunger."
Jungkook's hands trembled slightly.
Yoongi's eyes flicked over, scanning him quietly. He said nothing, but the concern was clear in the way his jaw tightened.
Jimin caught the subtle shake, his gaze sharp. Without a word, he rose and moved toward Jungkook.
"Hey, kid," he said quietly, placing a firm hand on Jungkook's shoulder. "Let's talk."
Without waiting for a response, Jimin gently guided Jungkook out of the room.
The rest of the group barely registered. The conversation about codes and instincts resumed, but beneath the words, a silent worry lingered.
The boy who was once the baby of the pack was changing—becoming something darker, something more... dangerous.
And they all knew the moment to address it was fast approaching.
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