𝓨𝓸𝓾, 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓜𝓸𝓸𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓜𝓮 [ᵗᵃᵉᵍⁱ] ✔️

=TWENTY-FOUR=

Taehyung.

We sat inside, I was wrapped in three blankets and still couldn't stop trembling. "Well, the files only give physical and personal data on him, but nothing useful. The only information which is slightly useful is that Yoongi was sent there when he was 3 weeks old, and he got adopted when he was 6 months old" Seokjin sighed.

"Maybe what we're searching for is in there," I said and pointed towards the black box. "Yeah, but we can't open it, dumbass. We'll all get burnt if we even touch it. And Kookie doesn't have the strength to open it with the lock still intact" Hoseok said.

"Then get pliers to cut the fucking lock!" I said, my inner wolf uneasy because I missed Yoongis presence, and my inner wolf could sense the danger he was in. And oh, probably pain because I was shuddering violently.

"Jeez, chill," Jungkook said and pulled the box closer. Namjoon came back with pliers, and set it on the weak end of the lock, pressing with all strength he could muster. It didn't snap.

"Give me that," I said, done with the cold and pain I felt. I snatched the instrument out of his hands and applied pressure to it. It wouldn't snap, and slowly I was getting really fucking angry at this stupid lock. I suddenly felt pain, and without knowing it I gripped onto the pliers and the lock finally snapped.

I was panting at this point, the pain slowly subsiding. They hurt Yoongi, and they'll pay for it. I let out a low growl. Jungkook looked a little scared, but the others were rather worried. "They're hurting him," I said through gritted teeth, answering the unspoken question lingering in the air.

Now the worry turned into anger in every face, and Jungkook practically ripped open the box to find more files. He scattered them around the table, and we all searched for Yoongi's name or exact date of birth. As we found it, we were stunned.

Seokjin gripped the file and quickly scanned over it. "Just read out loud!" An impatient Jimin said, and Seokjin nodded.

"Name: Yoongi, Age: 3 weeks," he paused and gulped. "Status: omega," he let out a shaky breath. "Former pack: Lunahri...." he turned around the paper, to show us a thick and red 'EXTINCT' stamp right behind it.

Everyone held their breath in disbelief. The myth wasn't a myth, it was the truth. A truth that was forgotten and turned into a myth.

"We need to find out who wrote this and question them," Namjoon said, breaking the stunned silence. Seokjin turned the paper around, searching for a clue. "Doctor Cha Baekhyeon" he whispered.

We immediately searched up the name on the internet, but the only thing which popped up were news outlets, shattering our hope with the news that he's dead.

"Great, our only lead isn't breathing anymore" Jungkook scoffed. "Let's all go to sleep and figure out the next step tomorrow." Namjoon sighed and everyone nodded, too tired to complain.

I went up into my room, the blankets still wrapped around me. I fell onto my bed, too exhausted to change or even get in properly, and just fell into a dreamless sleep.

++++++

One week. One week passed since Yoongi's disappearance. We had no idea what to do, the only certainty we had was that Yoongi indeed belonged to the mystic extinct pack.