Chapter 59

The evening was a mix of tension and frustration. In one corner of the spacious living the boys were huddled together, engrossed in a serious discussion about their next moves. Their voices were low and urgent, the weight of their responsibilities pressing heavily on them.

"Byung-ho's latest transactions are raising more red flags," Namjoon said, looking around at the group. "We need to find out what he's planning."

Yoongi nodded in agreement. "He's been too secretive. We need to dig deeper and get concrete evidence."

Jimin, ever the strategist, added, "And we can't forget about Hyun-soo. He's been relentless. We need to outmaneuver him before he makes a move against us."

Taehyung leaned forward, his expression serious. "We also have to keep an eye on Byung-ho's dealings. If he's planning something, we need to know what it is and how it might affect us."

Jungkook, always the analytical one, chimed in, "I've been tracking some of his financial movements. There's definitely something suspicious, but I need more time to piece it all together."

Soobin, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "And what about the killer of Joon-wo's parents? We can't let that trail go cold."

Taehyun nodded. "It's all connected. We need to keep pushing on all fronts."

Yeonjun, who had been furiously typing on his laptop, looked up. "I'm hacking into a few more databases. We might get lucky and find something useful."

Beomgyu leaned back in his chair, a pensive look on his face. "It's not just about finding information. We need to protect ourselves too. If they find out we're onto them, they could strike first."

Kai, the youngest, but with a sharp mind, added, "We should set up some security measures. If they come for us, we need to be ready."

Meanwhile, in another part of the room, the girls were engaged in their usual antics, trying their best to irritate their fiancés. Seokjin, Hoseok, and Taehyung were visibly exasperated by the constant barrage of playful teasing and minor annoyances.

"Jin-oppa, do you really need to be so serious all the time?" one of the girls pouted, tugging at his sleeve.

Seokjin sighed, his patience wearing thin. "We have important things to discuss. This isn't the time for games. But we still are accompanying you, so give some rest to your mouth."

Hoseok, trying to maintain his composure, added, "Yeah, we're dealing with some serious stuff here. Can you give us a break?"

Taehyung, though usually more laid-back, couldn't hide his irritation. "We're not in the mood for this right now. Can you just...not?"

The girls giggled, seemingly unfazed. "You guys are no fun," one of them remarked, sticking her tongue out playfully. The boys rolled their eyes but said nothing.

As the evening progressed and dinner time approached, So-Hoon and Jongin unexpectedly showed up at the door. Their arrival caused a stir among the group. Once, they had been close friends, but their recent actions had cast a shadow over their friendship.

"What are you doing here?" Seokjin asked, his tone cold and suspicious.

"We were bored staying alone at our place," So-Hoon replied, trying to sound casual but failing to hide the tension in his voice.

Jin and Yoongi exchanged wary glances. "You can stay here for a while, but don't expect any warm welcomes," Yoongi said firmly.

As they moved to the dining area, preparing for dinner, the atmosphere was heavy with unspoken words and unresolved issues. Soobin, who was helping Seokjin set up the table, couldn't help but ask, "Seokjin hyung, how long are So-Hoon and Jongin planning to stay?"

Seokjin sighed, glancing at Soobin. "They're not just here to visit us. They'll go from our house but will stay in the city until the murderer of their friends is caught."

Soobin nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. He resumed his task, the weight of the conversation hanging heavily in the air.

Once they sat down to dinner, casual talks happened . Later, Soo-Hoon and Jongin were given one room to stay for the night. After the girls went away leaving the boys alone, serious discussion started among boys.

"So, what do we know about Byung-ho's latest moves?" Taehyung asked, breaking the silence feeling relief to participate in work for the first time for the whole day.

"He's been making some shady deals, but we can't pin anything concrete on him yet," Kai replied, frustration evident in his voice.

"And Hyun-soo?" Namjoon added, looking around the table.

"Still after us," Yoongi said grimly. "We need to stay one step ahead."

The disccusion continued with strategic discussions and a renewed sense of urgency. They all knew that their enemies were closing in and that they needed to act fast to protect themselves and find justice for their loved ones.As the night wore on, tension mounted in the room filled with maps and documents spread out before them, discussing the intricate details of the three deals that needed to be finalized by 11 PM.

Seokjin, with a serious expression, outlined the specifics of each deal:

"The first deal involves acquiring a shipment of high-grade weapons from the Eastern syndicate. Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyun, you'll handle this one. Be cautious, they're known for their double-crosses."

Jimin nodded thoughtfully, already mentally preparing for the negotiation tactics they might need.

Yoongi continued, "The second deal is with the Northern cartel for a large shipment of narcotics. Yeonjun, Soobin, and myself will take care of this. It's crucial we get it right; any slip-up could cost us dearly."

Yeonjun, who had been quietly observing the maps, nodded in agreement. "Understood. We'll proceed with caution."

Finally, Seokjin turned to Taehyung and Beomgyu. "The third deal is a delicate one involving a financial exchange with a neutral party. Taehyung and Beomgyu, this one's on you. Make sure the terms are crystal clear."

Taehyung flashed a confident smile. "No problem, Jin hyung. Gyu and I can handle it."

Namjoon, looking concerned, spoke up. "Yoongi hyung, are you sure we should split up like this? It seems risky."

Yoongi nodded solemnly. "We don't have a choice. These deals need to happen tonight, and they require specific expertise. Besides, we need to keep a close eye on everything. The slightest misstep could lead to disaster. And in our absence we can't leave Joon-wo alone. Seokjin will also stay with you and Kai here. He says he does not trust the unexpected guests -Jongin and Soo-Hoon."

Kai, who had been silently observing, finally spoke. "Namjoon hyung, I agree with Yoongi. We need to trust their judgment. Besides, Jin hyung knows what he is doing. "

Namjoon sighed, reluctantly conceding. "Alright, but be careful out there. And keep your comms open at all times."

Namjoon was angry due to the unwelcomed guests and the irritating girls. Neither he nor Seokjin could go along with the others to make the deals. He would have been relieved if Jin had gone to oversee them. Now, with both staying at home, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

"You can trust them. They know how to take care of themselves. Don't worry," Seokjin whispered, moving toward the kitchen with a genuine smile. Namjoon was dumbstruck at how Jin could understand him so well.

The girls were back again after a long shower and had started whining once more.

"So, Taehyung-oppa, what are you working on?" one of the girls asked, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Taehyung, trying to keep his focus, replied casually, "Busy as usual. We've got a lot on our plate."

Hoseok, sensing the underlying tension, chimed in, "Yeah, work's been pretty demanding lately."

Seokjin, who was usually more composed, struggled to keep his cool. "Just trying to stay on top of things, you know? And we need to go complete a few deals. You girls, go and sleep."

The girls exchanged knowing glances, their smiles widening. "Oh, too bad. Then we will talk later."

Back at the table, Yoongi glanced at Namjoon and Kai. "You two stay here and keep an eye on Joon-wo. We can't afford any surprises tonight. Jin hyung will keep an eye on our other guests."

Namjoon nodded, his expression determined. "We've got it covered. Just make sure everyone comes back in one piece."

As the clock ticked closer to 11 PM, the teams finalized their plans and prepared to depart. Each member checked their equipment and communication devices one last time before heading out into the night, ready to execute their respective missions.

The atmosphere was tense, but determination burned bright in their eyes. They knew the risks involved, but their resolve was unshakable. Tonight, they would confront the challenges ahead, navigating the murky waters of underworld dealings with precision and caution.

The trio - Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyun arrived at the abandoned warehouse, the agreed-upon meeting place with the Eastern syndicate. The dimly lit building was shrouded in shadows, a perfect setting for a clandestine deal. Jungkook led the way, his sharp eyes scanning every corner, while Jimin and Taehyun flanked him, ready for anything.

Inside, a group of syndicate members awaited them, their expressions hard and calculating. The leader, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, stepped forward.

"You're late," he growled.

Jungkook smirked, his confidence unwavering. "Traffic was a nightmare. You know how it is."

The leader narrowed his eyes but didn't push further. "Let's get this over with. Do you have the payment?"

Taehyun stepped forward, holding a briefcase. "Right here. But first, we need to see the merchandise."

The leader signaled to one of his men, who opened a crate revealing an array of high-grade weapons. Jimin stepped closer, inspecting each weapon with a trained eye. He nodded slightly, confirming their quality.

"Looks good," Jimin said, his tone cool and composed. "Here's your payment."

Taehyun handed over the briefcase, and the leader's men began counting the money. Meanwhile, Jungkook maintained his steely gaze on the leader, ready to react if things went south.

The leader snapped the briefcase shut after confirming the payment. "Pleasure doing business with you. But remember, if you double-cross us, you'll regret it."

Jungkook's smile was cold. "The feeling's mutual."

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Yoongi, Yeonjun, and Soobin arrived at a secluded dock where the Northern cartel's boat was anchored. The night was cold, the air thick with tension. Yoongi led the way, his presence exuding an intimidating aura.

The cartel's leader, a burly man with a cigar in his mouth, greeted them with a nod. "Suga. Long time no see."

"Let's keep it that way," Yoongi replied curtly. "We're here for the shipment."

The leader chuckled, waving his hand. "Always straight to business. I respect that. Do you have the payment?"

Yeonjun stepped forward, holding a duffel bag. "Right here. Let's see the goods."

Two cartel members opened several crates, revealing neatly packaged narcotics. Soobin inspected the packages, his meticulous nature ensuring nothing was amiss. He nodded to Yoongi.

"Everything's in order," Soobin confirmed.

Yoongi handed the duffel bag to the leader, who opened it and inspected the cash. "You're short."

Yeonjun raised an eyebrow. "I don't think so. Count again."

The leader's eyes narrowed, but he counted the money again, realizing his mistake. He grunted in acknowledgment. "Looks like it's all here."

Yoongi's eyes were cold and unyielding. "Good. Let's not have any more misunderstandings."

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Taehyung and Beomgyu arrived at a high-end restaurant, where they were to meet the neutral party. The ambiance was luxurious, a stark contrast to the dangerous dealings of the night. They were shown to a private room where their contact, a well-dressed middle-aged man, awaited.

"Ah, Mr. V and Mr. Gyu, please sit," the man greeted them warmly.

Taehyung's smile was charming but businesslike. "Thank you for meeting with us."

The man nodded. "Let's get straight to the point. Do you have the terms?"

Beomgyu pulled out a document, sliding it across the table. "Here are the terms. We need to ensure there are no misunderstandings."

The man read through the document carefully. "Everything seems in order. I assume you have the funds?"

Taehyung nodded, handing over a discreet envelope. "As agreed."

The man counted the money, satisfied with the amount. "Pleasure doing business with you. I trust this will be a mutually beneficial relationship."

Taehyung's smile widened. "Absolutely. Let's keep it that way."

The night was eerily silent as Taehyung and Beomgyu drove back from their successful deal. The dim headlights of their car sliced through the darkness, illuminating the deserted road ahead. Suddenly, a loud screeching noise pierced the night, and the car lurched to a halt.

Taehyung frowned, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the surroundings. "What the hell was that?"

Beomgyu leaned forward, peering out the window. "Looks like we have a flat. And it doesn't seem like an accident."

Taehyung ruffled his long, loose hair, letting out a frustrated sigh. "Great. Just what we needed."

Beomgyu stepped out of the car, crouching to inspect the tire. "This was done on purpose. The tire's been punctured."

Taehyung joined him, his jaw clenched. "We need to fix this quickly. Who knows who's out here."

Beomgyu grabbed the spare tire and the jack from the trunk. "I'll handle it. Shouldn't take more than a minute."

The two worked efficiently, replacing the tire with practiced ease. The sound of metal clinking and the occasional grunt were the only noises breaking the stillness of the night. Just as they were finishing, Taehyung heard a rustle in the bushes nearby.

"Hyung, we need to hurry," Beomgyu said, tightening the last bolt.

Taehyung's eyes darted around, his senses on high alert. "Too late."

Suddenly, ten assailants emerged from the shadows, surrounding them. Their faces were obscured by masks, but their intentions were clear.

"Looks like we have some company," Taehyung said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Beomgyu stood up, cracking his knuckles. "Guess they didn't get the memo. We're not the ones to mess with."

The fight erupted with a flurry of movement. Taehyung and Beomgyu moved like well-oiled machines, their martial arts training evident in every precise strike and fluid dodge. Taehyung's long hair whipped around him as he delivered powerful kicks, while Beomgyu's punches landed with bone-crunching force.

"You guys picked the wrong night to mess with us!" Taehyung shouted, spinning and delivering a roundhouse kick that sent one attacker flying.

Beomgyu grinned, his eyes sparkling with adrenaline. "Come on, is that all you've got?"

The assailants were relentless, but the boys had the upper hand. That is, until one of the attackers threw a bright, shiny object towards Beomgyu. It flashed in the moonlight, catching Beomgyu's attention for a split second too long.

Beomgyu instinctively caught it, feeling a strange tingling sensation as it latched onto his wrist. "What the—"

Before he could react, the object—a weird, shiny bracelet—started to glow. Beomgyu's strength seemed to drain away, his vision blurring.

"Tae, I don't feel so good," Beomgyu muttered, struggling to stay on his feet.

Taehyung's eyes widened in panic. "Gyu! What's happening?"

Beomgyu swayed, then collapsed to the ground, unconscious. Taehyung rushed to his side, shaking him desperately.

As soon as Taehyung saw Beomgyu collapse to the ground, unconscious, a wave of panic washed over him. He rushed to his side, lifting Beomgyu's limp body and gently placing him in the backseat of the car. The bracelet still clung to Beomgyu's wrist, its eerie glow fading.

"Gyu, wake up! Come on, stay with me!"

The remaining assailants closed in, sensing their advantage. Taehyung's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing. He couldn't lose Beomgyu—not now, not like this.

Taehyung's hands trembled as he brushed Beomgyu's hair away from his face. "Stay with me, Gyu. I'll be right back," he whispered, his voice breaking with emotion.

He then took out a black band from his pocket and tied his long hair into a mullet bun, securing it tightly. Standing up, Taehyung closed his eyes and took a deep breath, drawing all the anger and rage he felt into a sharp, focused point.

When he opened his eyes, they were filled with a cold, steely determination. "You messed with the wrong family," he muttered under his breath.

Turning to face the remaining attackers, Taehyung's demeanor shifted. He was no longer the charming negotiator from the earlier meeting—he was now a ruthless force of vengeance.

"You think you can hurt my brother and get away with it?" Taehyung's voice was low and menacing, sending chills down the attackers' spines. "I'll show you what happens when you cross me."

He launched himself at the closest assailant, his movements a blur of speed and precision. His fist connected with the man's throat, collapsing his windpipe with a single strike. The attacker fell to the ground, gasping for air.

"That's one," Taehyung said coldly, already moving to his next target.

An attacker swung a baton at him, but Taehyung ducked and countered with a powerful uppercut to the jaw, shattering the bone. As the man crumpled, Taehyung delivered a swift kick to his ribcage, ensuring he wouldn't get up again.

"You should have stayed home tonight," Taehyung growled, his eyes blazing with fury.

Another attacker lunged at him with a knife. Taehyung sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the man's wrist and twisting it until the knife clattered to the ground. He then drove his elbow into the man's temple, knocking him out cold.

"Three down," he counted, his voice dripping with disdain. "Who's next?"

Two attackers rushed him simultaneously. Taehyung dodged their attacks with ease, his movements fluid and deadly. He grabbed one by the arm and flipped him over his shoulder, slamming him into the pavement with a sickening thud. The other attacker tried to punch him, but Taehyung caught the fist mid-air, twisting it until he heard the bones snap.

"Did you really think you could win?" Taehyung asked, his tone mocking.

The remaining assailants hesitated, fear evident in their eyes. But Taehyung showed no mercy. He advanced on them with a predatory grace, striking at vital points with ruthless efficiency. A knee to the solar plexus, a chop to the carotid artery, a strike to the kidneys—each move was calculated to inflict maximum damage.

"That's for Gyu," he hissed, landing a brutal kick to the final attacker's groin. The man fell to his knees, and Taehyung finished him off with a vicious punch to the face, leaving him unconscious on the ground.

Breathing heavily, Taehyung stood amidst the fallen attackers, his chest heaving with exertion. He glanced back at the car, his fierce expression softening as he saw Beomgyu still lying there, unconscious but safe.

Taehyung wiped the blood from his knuckles and walked back to the car. He gently checked Beomgyu's pulse, relieved to find it steady.

"You're going to be okay, Gyu," Taehyung murmured, his voice tender. "I promised I'd take care of you."

As he climbed into the driver's seat and started the engine, Taehyung cast one last look at the motionless bodies of the attackers. "Remember this night," he said quietly, as if speaking to the shadows. "And never forget what happens when you mess with my family."

With that, he sped off into the night, determined to get Beomgyu back to the base and ensure his safety. The road ahead was still fraught with danger, but Taehyung's resolve was unshakeable. He would protect his family, no matter the cost.

The BTS mansion was a hive of anxious activity. The other members had already returned from their respective missions and were growing increasingly worried about Taehyung and Beomgyu's delayed arrival. The air was thick with tension as they waited, every minute stretching into an eternity.

Namjoon paced the floor, his mind racing with possibilities. Yoongi sat silently, his eyes dark with concern. Seokjin and Hoseok exchanged worried glances, while Soobin and Yeonjun monitored the comms for any updates. Taehyun , Jimin, Jungkook and Kai were just sitting worried and anxious.

Suddenly, the sound of screeching tires broke the silence. Everyone's heads snapped up as Taehyung's car came to a halt outside. Taehyung stumbled out, carrying Beomgyu on his back. His face was a mask of determination, but his eyes betrayed his fear.

"Help! We were attacked, and Beomgyu's not waking up!" Taehyung shouted, his voice echoing through the base.

The team rushed to his side, their expressions a mix of relief and alarm. Namjoon, being the closest, took Beomgyu from Taehyung's back and gently laid him on a couch.

"Is he hurt?" Seokjin asked, his voice trembling slightly.

"No visible injuries," Taehyung replied, breathing heavily. "But he's unconscious. I think it's because of this bracelet."

Soobin examined the bracelet on Beomgyu's wrist, his brow furrowing. "This isn't his. It's emitting a strange energy. It's probably why he's not waking up."

Namjoon stepped forward, his hybrid instincts kicking in. "Let me see if I can help."

He closed his eyes and focused, extending his psychic powers towards the bracelet. As he made contact, he felt a sharp tug, as if the bracelet was pulling at his very essence.

"It's absorbing life energy," Namjoon said, opening his eyes. "It's not just Beomgyu's—it's starting to pull mine too."

"Can you get it off?" Yoongi asked, his voice calm but intense.

Namjoon hesitated. He could feel the bracelet's insidious hunger, a bottomless pit of energy absorption. "I don't think it will let go easily. But I have to try. We can't leave it on him."

He took a deep breath and concentrated, pouring his psychic energy into the bracelet. The others watched in tense silence as Namjoon's face contorted with effort. He could feel the bracelet's grip tightening, its thirst for energy growing stronger.

"Namjoon, what's happening?" Taehyung asked, his voice edged with panic.

"It's... it's fighting me," Namjoon said through gritted teeth. "It's absorbing more energy than I thought possible."

A bead of sweat rolled down Namjoon's forehead as he continued to push against the bracelet's hold. He could feel his own strength waning, but he couldn't stop now. Beomgyu's life depended on it.

He realized he had only one chance to save Beomgyu: he had to overload the bracelet with energy, pushing it beyond its limits. But that meant giving it everything he had—risking his own life in the process.

"I need everyone to step back," Namjoon said, his voice strained. "This is going to be dangerous."

The team obeyed, though their concern was palpable. Namjoon took a deep breath and closed his eyes again, summoning every ounce of his hybrid powers. He could feel the energy flowing from his core, a torrent of life force directed into the bracelet.

The bracelet began to glow brighter, its metal surface heating up. Namjoon's body trembled with the effort, but he didn't stop. He pushed harder, feeling his consciousness start to slip.

"Namjoon, don't!" Taehyung shouted, but Namjoon didn't listen. He had to save Beomgyu, no matter the cost.

With a final, desperate surge, Namjoon unleashed all his energy. The bracelet glowed white-hot, and then with a blinding flash, it shattered. The force of the explosion sent Namjoon flying backward, crashing into a wall and collapsing to the floor.

"Namjoon!" the team cried in unison, rushing to his side.

Beomgyu stirred, his eyes fluttering open. "Tae...?"

Taehyung's relief was short-lived as he saw Namjoon lying motionless. "Namjoon, wake up! Please!"

Yoongi knelt beside Namjoon, checking his pulse. "He's alive, but barely. We need to get him stabilized."

Seokjin grabbed the medical kit and started working on Namjoon, his hands shaking. "Come on, Namjoon, don't do this to us."

Hoseok held Beomgyu, who was slowly regaining his strength. "What happened?"

"The bracelet was draining his life energy," Soobin explained. "Namjoon had to overload it to break it."

Beomgyu's eyes filled with tears. "He did that... for me?"

"Yes," Taehyung said, his voice breaking. "He saved you, Gyu. Now we need to save him."

Namjoon's breathing was shallow, his face pale. Seokjin worked frantically, administering first aid and trying to stabilize him. The room was filled with a tense silence, everyone praying for Namjoon's survival.

Minutes felt like hours, but finally, Namjoon's breathing steadied. Seokjin sat back, exhausted but relieved. "He's going to be okay. But he needs rest and a lot of care."

Taehyung sat down, the adrenaline leaving his body and exhaustion setting in. He looked at Beomgyu, who was now fully awake and looking at Namjoon with a mixture of gratitude and guilt.

"Hyung, why... why is Joonie not waking up? " Asks Jimin in a worried tone.

"He has exhausted himself badly. He may need time to recover. If his condition worsnes, then we may need to call Madam Hana" Said Seokjin.

The tension in the room was palpable. Four hours had passed since Namjoon had collapsed, and the team was growing increasingly anxious. They had put Namjoon on his bed in his own room, who was breathing shallow but steady. Seokjin and Hoseok had taken turns monitoring his vitals, while the others hovered nearby, unable to fully relax.

Taehyung and Kai sat by Beomgyu, who was still recovering from the effects of the bracelet. He kept glancing over at Namjoon, his worry etched deep on his face. Yoongi and Soobin were in a corner, quietly discussing their next steps, while Yeonjun, Jungkook and Jimin stood by the window, keeping watch for any further threats.

Suddenly, Namjoon stirred. His eyelids fluttered open, and he blinked several times, trying to clear his blurry vision. The room went silent as everyone turned to look at him.

"Namjoon?" Seokjin called softly, moving closer. "Can you hear me?"

Namjoon groaned and tried to sit up, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. "Yeah... I hear you," he murmured, his voice weak.

"Don't move too much," Hoseok advised, gently pushing him back down. "You need to rest."

Namjoon took a deep breath and tried to assess his condition. He could feel that something was wrong. His powers, which had always been a part of him, felt diminished. He closed his eyes and reached out with his mind, only to find that most of his abilities were gone. His psychic powers and mind control were still there, but the rest were just... absent.

"Guys... I think I've lost a lot of my powers," Namjoon said, his voice tinged with sadness.

The room fell into a stunned silence. "What do you mean?" Yoongi asked, stepping forward.

"I only have my mind control and psychic abilities left," Namjoon explained. "Everything else is gone. I can sense it... I've lost three-quarters of my powers."

"Wait, you never told you had other powers. Hybrids mainly have one type of power, right? " Asks Seokjin.

"I don't know.... I feel empty and drained... Like I lost something. And about the powers , I am alos not sure, maybe they are not activated or something like that, but I feel I lost them. "

Taehyung's eyes widened in shock. "Is there any way to get them back?"

Namjoon nodded slowly. "It will take time. Maybe a few weeks, or at most a month. I just need to rest and recuperate."

Beomgyu, looking stricken with guilt, spoke up. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't gotten that bracelet—"

Namjoon cut him off with a gentle but firm tone. "No, Gyu. This isn't your fault. We were attacked, and I did what I had to do to save you. That's what family does."

"But you're so weak now," Beomgyu said, his voice trembling. "You risked everything for me."

Namjoon reached out and took Beomgyu's hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "And I'd do it again in a heartbeat. You're my brother. We all protect each other, no matter what."

Seokjin, trying to lighten the mood, forced a smile. "Well, at least you still have some of your powers. We'll make sure you get all the rest you need."

"Yeah," Hoseok agreed. "We've got your back, Namjoon. We'll handle everything until you're back to full strength."

Namjoon looked around at his friends, his family, and felt a surge of gratitude. "I know you will. Thank you."

Jimin, who had been quiet until now, spoke up. "We need to be extra careful now. With Namjoon recovering, we can't afford any more mistakes."

Yoongi nodded in agreement. "We'll tighten security. Make sure no one gets close to us."

Namjoon smiled faintly. "I know you won't. We're going to get through this. We've faced worse before, and we've always come out stronger."

While Namjoon rested in his room, the team gathered in the living area. Seokjin stood at the head of the table, his expression serious. The rest of the boys were seated around, a mix of concern and curiosity on their faces.

"Alright, we need to discuss what happened," Seokjin began, his voice steady. "Taehyung, Beomgyu, tell us everything."

Taehyung and Beomgyu exchanged a glance before Taehyung started. "We were heading back when our car's tire got punctured. It was clearly deliberate. While Beomgyu was fixing it, we were ambushed by ten assailants."

Beomgyu continued, "We managed to fight them off, but one of them threw something at me. It was a bracelet. I didn't think much of it at first, but soon after, I felt my energy drain away and fainted."

Yoongi leaned forward, his brow furrowed. "What kind of bracelet could do that? And who would create such a thing?"

As if on cue, Madam Hana entered the room, her presence commanding immediate attention. "The bracelet is called a Vitalis Absorptor. It's designed to drain the life energy from any living being it attaches to."

Seokjin looked up, surprised. "Madam Hana, what are you doing here?"

Soobin spoke up, "I called her to check on Namjoon. Given the situation, I thought it was best to get her opinion."

Yoongi nodded approvingly. "It's good that she's here. We need all the help we can get."

Madam Hana approached Namjoon's room, then returned to the group after a brief check. "Namjoon has indeed lost three-quarters of his energy. His psychic powers are intact, but the energy he lost was more than that."

Seokjin's face was tense. "But if he still has his psychic powers, what exactly did he lose?"

Madam Hana sighed, taking a seat. "Namjoon is different from normal hybrids. He mentioned once that he has both omega and alpha traits, which is extraordinarily rare. His omega powers are what you've seen, but his alpha powers haven't fully awakened yet. However, even in their dormant state, they are a crucial part of his energy system. This bracelet didn't just drain his active powers; it tapped into his latent alpha energy as well, leaving him extremely weak."

The boys exchanged worried glances. The revelation about Namjoon's unique nature was startling.

Jin clenched his fists. "We'll take care of Namjoon. We need to make sure he recovers fully."

Madam Hana nodded. "It's crucial that he gets ample rest and minimal stress. His body needs time to regenerate the energy he lost."

Yoongi stood up, his expression resolute. "We also need to find out who is behind this. If they have access to something like the Vitalis Absorptor, they could be a serious threat."

Soobin nodded in agreement. "We'll start investigating immediately. We need to understand who our enemies are and why they targeted Beomgyu with such a dangerous device."

Taehyung, his eyes dark with determination, added, "We'll protect each other. No matter what it takes."

Seokjin placed a hand on Taehyung's shoulder. "Exactly. We'll keep Namjoon safe and make sure he recovers. And we'll find out who did this."

The room filled with a sense of renewed purpose. Despite the gravity of the situation, the bond between them only grew stronger. They knew they were facing a formidable enemy, but they were ready to stand together, as a family, to protect their own and bring justice to those who dared to threaten them.

The house was quiet as Namjoon slowly sat up in his bed, his body still weak but his mind sharp. He sensed that it was past midnight and the others had gone to their separate rooms to sleep, but he couldn't rest. He needed answers. Concentrating, he mindlinked Yeonjun and Soobin, sensing their alertness.

*Yeonjun, Soobin. Come to my room. I need to talk to you.*

Within minutes, the five younger members of the team had gathered in Namjoon's room, where Madam Hana was already present, a few items laid out on a small table beside her.

"Namjoon, what's going on?" Soobin asked, concern in his voice. "You should be resting."

Namjoon shook his head. "I called Madam Hana before Soobin contacted her. There's something important we need to discuss and do."

"Why hyung, what's more important than taking rest?" Yeonjun asked, crossing his arms. "Why did you need Madam Hana to bring these things?"

Namjoon took a deep breath, looking at each of them in turn. "The *Vitalis Absorptor* only works on hybrids. It won't be long before Seokjin and the others figure out that you five are also hybrids. I need to show them that hybrids aren't what they think. They need to accept your identities without anger and fear."

"So, what are we going to do?" Taehyung asked, his eyes wide with curiosity and determination.

"We need to sneak into Syntek Pharmaceuticals," Namjoon said. "We need to uncover Hyun-soo's true purpose for capturing hybrids. And we also need to find out if Seokjin's mom was caught by him."

Soobin looked worried. "But Namjoon hyung, you're not in any condition to be planning a mission, let alone going on one."

Namjoon shook his head firmly. "I'm going. I won't leave you to handle this alone. We need to do this together."

Madam Hana spoke up, her voice calm and reassuring. "Namjoon is right. The only way to protect all of you and to gain the trust of Seokjin and the others is to show them the truth. We need to act swiftly but carefully."

Yeonjun nodded. "We know your stubborness, okay then. We're with you, hyung. What's the plan?"

Namjoon leaned forward, his eyes sharp. "First, we gather as much information as we can on Syntek Pharmaceuticals. We need to find out where they're holding the hybrids and what their endgame is. Madam Hana has some connections that might help us."

Hana nodded, pulling out a small device. "This will help you bypass their security systems. It's a jammer that will temporarily disable their cameras and alarms. But you'll need to be quick."

"So, we gather information and then?" Soobin asked, his brows furrowed.

Namjoon unfolded a blueprint of Syntek Pharmaceuticals on the table. "We have the blueprints here. There's an underground basement that looks like the perfect place for hiding things. That's where we need to go."

Madam Hana handed the device to Yeonjun. "Use this wisely. And remember, if things go wrong, get out of there. Your safety is the priority."

The team nodded, their resolve firm. They knew the dangers they were about to face, but they also knew that this mission was crucial for their future and the trust of their friends.

"We'll start tonight," Soobin said, looking at each of them. "Get ready. We need to be at our best."

Namjoon watched as they filed out of the room, feeling a sense of pride and worry. He knew they were capable, but he also knew the risks. As the door closed, he lay back down, his mind racing with thoughts and plans. They had a long night ahead, but he believed in them. They were his family, and together, they would face whatever came their way.

The night was dark and silent as Namjoon and the other five arrived at Syntek Pharmaceuticals. The van was parked a safe distance away, its engine humming softly. Namjoon turned to face the group, his expression serious but encouraging.

"Kai, Beomgyu, you two stay in the van," Namjoon instructed.

Kai frowned, about to protest, but Namjoon raised a hand to stop him. "I'm not leaving you behind because I think you're weak. Quite the opposite. I need you here because I trust your powers to protect yourselves and to inform us if any trouble arises. You're our eyes and ears out here."

Beomgyu's face flushed slightly, and Kai's lips curved into a shy smile. Their hyung's praise was unexpected but appreciated.

"Alright, hyung," Kai said, nodding. "We'll keep a lookout and be ready if anything happens."

"Thank you," Namjoon replied. "We're counting on you."

With that settled, Namjoon, Yeonjun, Soobin, and Taehyun turned their attention to the task ahead. Madam Hana had provided them with gadgets to help them infiltrate the building. Yeonjun activated the jammer, disabling the security cameras and alarms temporarily.

"Let's move," Namjoon whispered.

The team moved with precision, their steps silent as they approached the building. Using the blueprint, they navigated through the halls, avoiding detection. The layout was complex, but Namjoon's sharp mind and the detailed map kept them on the right track.

After a few tense minutes, they reached the entrance to the basement. Yeonjun used a small device to bypass the electronic lock, and the door clicked open. They slipped inside, descending the stairs into the dimly lit underground level.

"Stick together and stay alert," Namjoon instructed, his voice barely above a whisper.

The basement was a maze of corridors and rooms, each one filled with equipment and files. They moved cautiously, checking each door. Finally, they reached a large, reinforced door that matched the location indicated on the blueprint.

"This must be it," Soobin murmured.

Namjoon nodded, taking a deep breath. "Let's see what's behind door number one."

Yeonjun hacked the lock, and the door slid open with a soft hiss. Inside, they found rows of cages and containment units. All were empty but it looked like something was caged inside.

Taehyun's eyes widened in shock. "This is worse than we thought. Hope these cages are not for caging things that I am imagining. "

Namjoon nodded grimly. "We need to document this and find any information on Hyun-soo's plans."

They split up, searching the room for anything that could help them understand what was going on. Soobin found a computer terminal and began accessing files, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

"Hyun-soo is experimenting on hybrids," Soobin said, his voice tense. "He's trying to harness their powers for some sort of weaponization."

Yeonjun joined him, scanning the files. "There's more. He's been capturing hybrids for years, and he's got detailed records on every one of them."

Namjoon clenched his fists. "We need to expose this. And we need to find out if Seokjin's mom is here. Here, her photo, I got this from the family photo of Jin.

As they continued their search, a soft beeping sound filled the air. Kai's voice crackled through their earpieces. "Namjoon-hyung, we've got company. A security team is heading your way."

"Understood," Namjoon replied. "We're almost done here. Keep an eye out."

They worked faster, gathering as much evidence as they could. Taehyun found a file with Seokjin's mother's name on it. "Namjoon, I found something. It's about Seokjin's mom."

Namjoon hurried over, scanning the document. "She was here, but it looks like they moved her to another facility. Nothing more on where she was kept."

"We need to get this information back to the others," Yeonjun said. "Let's go right now. "

As the van sped away from Syntek Pharmaceuticals, Namjoon glanced at his team, a mixture of pride and determination in his eyes. They had risked everything tonight, but it was worth it. They had the evidence they needed to expose Hyun-soo and his plans, and they had a lead on Seokjin's mom.

"Good job, everyone," Namjoon said, his voice firm. "We did what we had to do. Now, let's get this information back to the others and figure out our next move."

As the van sped down the deserted road, the night seemed to close in around them. Yeonjun, who was driving, glanced at the rearview mirror and saw two cars following closely. His heart pounded as he realized the danger they were in.

"Guys, we've got company," Yeonjun warned, his voice tense.

Namjoon's eyes narrowed. "Speed up, Yeonjun. We need to lose them."

Yeonjun pressed the accelerator, the van picking up speed. But suddenly, a truck appeared from the opposite direction, swerving into their lane. Yeonjun quickly moved to the other lane, but the truck followed, its intentions clear.

"It's trying to crash us!" Soobin shouted.

Namjoon clenched his fists. "Stop the van, Yeonjun. We can't outrun them, and this is too dangerous."

Yeonjun nodded, bringing the van to a screeching halt. The truck and the two cars also stopped, blocking any escape routes. A tall, imposing man stepped out of the truck, his presence radiating menace.

As the van screeched to a halt and the team prepared for the impending battle, Kang Dae Jung stood before them, his presence intimidating. His sharp, angular face, with a thin scar running down his left cheek, added to his menacing aura. He was tall and lean, with muscles that rippled under his dark clothes, and his eyes were a piercing gray, filled with a cruel intelligence.

"I am Kang Dae Jung, the right hand of Hyun-soo," he introduced himself, his voice cold and commanding. "How can I let you leave after you've stolen from our company? No one steals from Syntek Pharmaceuticals and lives to tell the tale."

Namjoon stepped forward, his resolve strong as always. "We don't have to do this, Dae Jung. Just let us go."

Dae Jung's smirk widened, revealing sharp teeth. "It's too late for that. Prepare to die."

Namjoon glanced at his team, who were all readying themselves for a fight. "Everyone, get ready. Remember, Hyun-soo's left-hand man isn't here. We might have a chance."

The fight erupted into chaos. The twenty men who had accompanied Dae Jung attacked, but the team fought back with all their might. Yeonjun unleashed flames that danced around his fists, scorching his enemies. Soobin manipulated water, forming powerful jets that knocked opponents off their feet. Beomgyu melded with the shadows, striking from the darkness with deadly precision. Taehyun harnessed light energy, bending the laws of nature to create blinding flashes and disorienting their foes. Kai provided support from a distance, using his lightning powers to stun and paralyze their attackers. The boys were on a killing spree , they were not afraid of exposing themselves as the ones who are witnessing it were dying one by one.

Namjoon, though weakened, fought alongside them, using his psychic abilities to disorient and disable their attackers. Despite their best efforts, the fight was brutal. The ground was soon littered with unconscious bodies, but Dae Jung remained untouched, watching with a satisfied smirk.

Finally, the twenty men were defeated, but the team was exhausted. Dae Jung stepped forward, his expression unreadable.

"You fought well, but now you face me," he said, his voice low and menacing.

Namjoon took a step forward, his enegry exhausted, "Who are you really, Dae Jung?"

Dae Jung's smirk widened. "I am a hybrid, just like you." He closed his eyes, and a transformation began. His muscles bulged, his skin taking on a metallic sheen. His eyes turned a deep, unnatural red, and sharp claws extended from his fingers. He revealed himself to be a hybrid with the abilities of a tiger: powerful, swift, and ferocious.

"He's an Omega hybrid with enhanced strength and durability," Namjoon muttered. "Be careful, everyone."

The fight resumed, more intense than before. Dae Jung moved with incredible speed and strength, his attacks precise and devastating. He took on Yeonjun, Soobin, Taehyun, Beomgyu, Kai, and Namjoon all at once, his hybrid powers giving him an overwhelming advantage.

Yeonjun tried to land a punch, but Dae Jung caught his fist effortlessly and threw him aside. Soobin used his agility to dodge and strike, but Dae Jung anticipated his every move, countering with brutal efficiency. Taehyun and Beomgyu fought in tandem, their martial arts skills complementing each other, but they were no match for Dae Jung's sheer power. Kai used his lightning to try and paralyze Dae Jung, but the hybrid deflected the bolts with ease.

Namjoon, despite his weakened state, used his psychic powers to try and disorient Dae Jung, but the hybrid's mental defenses were strong. Dae Jung's claws slashed through the air, and Namjoon barely managed to dodge, feeling the rush of wind as the claws passed inches from his face.

"Is this all you've got?" Dae Jung taunted, his voice filled with disdain.

Namjoon gritted his teeth, feeling the weight of his team's expectations on his shoulders. "We won't give up!"

The team rallied, attacking with renewed determination. Yeonjun and Soobin distracted Dae Jung with quick, coordinated strikes while Taehyun and Beomgyu focused on landing powerful blows. Kai used his lightning to create openings, and Namjoon targeted Dae Jung's mind, trying to find a weakness.

Despite their efforts, Dae Jung remained a formidable opponent. He moved with the grace and precision of a predator, his hybrid abilities giving him an edge. The team was tiring, their attacks growing weaker.

Namjoon knew they couldn't keep this up much longer. He needed to find a way to turn the tide. He focused his psychic powers, reaching out to Dae Jung's mind, searching for a chink in his armor.

Dae Jung laughed, feeling the psychic intrusion. "You think you can beat me with your mind tricks?"

Namjoon gritted his teeth, pushing harder. "We won't stop until we've defeated you!"

As the battle raged on, Namjoon found a flicker of doubt in Dae Jung's mind. It was small, but it was enough. He focused all his energy on that flicker, amplifying it, feeding it.

Dae Jung's attacks grew more erratic, his confidence wavering. The team seized the opportunity, their attacks becoming more coordinated and effective. Yeonjun landed a powerful punch to Dae Jung's jaw, and Soobin followed with a swift kick to his midsection. Taehyun and Beomgyu struck simultaneously, their blows staggering the hybrid.

Kai used his lightning to strike Dae Jung, the electricity crackling around him. The impact knocked him off his feet, but Dae Jung quickly recovered. Angered, he targeted Kai, realizing the young hybrid was a major threat. He lunged at Kai, moving with blinding speed. Kai tried to defend himself, but Dae Jung's claws slashed through the air, striking him down. Kai cried out in pain as he was thrown to the ground, blood seeping from deep gashes.

"Kai!" Namjoon shouted, his voice filled with fear and fury.

Seeing their friend severely injured, the others were filled with a burning rage. They unleashed their powers to the fullest, their attacks becoming more fierce and relentless. Yeonjun's flames roared with intensity, Soobin's water crashed like a tidal wave, Beomgyu's shadows danced with lethal precision, and Taehyun's light energy blazed brightly.

Despite their combined might, Dae Jung held his ground, his hybrid form absorbing most of the damage. He moved with the agility of a tiger, striking back with devastating force. The team fought valiantly, but Dae Jung's strength seemed insurmountable.

Kai lay on the ground, bleeding and unconscious. Namjoon, though weakened, stood guard, ready to defend his friends with his remaining strength.

"We can't let him win," Namjoon said, his voice strained but determined.

Yeonjun and Soobin exchanged a determined glance before grasping each other's hands tightly. With a shared nod, they closed their eyes, focusing on the surge of energy coursing through their bodies. As they reopened their eyes, a dramatic transformation had taken place. Yeonjun's left eye blazed with a fiery red intensity, while his right eye shimmered with a radiant aqua blue. The same change had occurred in Soobin, his eyes reflecting the same mesmerizing hues.

Power thrummed between them, palpable and electrifying. With a synchrony born of deep trust and understanding, they channeled their newfound strength, combining their energies into a single, formidable force. The air around them crackled with raw power as they unleashed a devastating attack on Dae Jung.

Caught off guard by the sheer magnitude of their assault, Dae Jung was hurled backward, crashing to the ground with a pained cry. His injuries were severe, the power of their combined attack overwhelming his defenses. Staggering to his feet, Dae Jung's confidence wavered as he sensed the immense strength Yeonjun and Soobin now possessed. Fear flickered in his eyes, and with a desperate glance at his adversaries, he turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows.

Then the four boys gathered around Kai, their hands linked together. They began chanting in unison, their voices growing louder and more powerful. A bright silver light emanated from their joined hands, enveloping Kai in a protective glow.

The light intensified, and slowly, Kai's injuries began to heal. His bleeding stopped, and his wounds closed. The silver light seemed to infuse him with new strength, his body mending at an incredible rate.

Namjoon kept a vigilant eye on Dae Jung, ready to defend his friends from any further attacks. Despite his own weakness, he stood tall, his resolve unwavering. But he was also surprised by the powers and abilities hidden by the boys.

Kai regained consciousness, his eyes fluttering open. He looked around, disoriented but alive. The silver light faded, and the boys released their grip, their exhaustion evident but their relief palpable.

Kai sat up slowly, still weak but recovering. "Thank you," he whispered, his voice hoarse.

The others hugged him tightly, their relief and joy evident. "We're not losing you," Yeonjun said, his voice choked with emotion.

Hueningkai's injuries were healed, but the relief was quickly overshadowed by Beomgyu's sudden burst of emotions. He collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"Pabo, why did you have to take such a risk when your hyungs are there for you!?" he cried, his voice cracking with emotion. "What if something had happened to you?"

Kai, still weak but recovering, looked up at Beomgyu from Soobin's protective embrace. "Hyung, it's okay now," he murmured softly.

Beomgyu shook his head vigorously, his tears falling onto the pavement. "What okay, huh? What okay?! You scared us all to death!"

Soobin, who had been holding Kai tightly, added, his voice thick with worry, "Kai, we were all extremely worried. You don't have to prove anything to us by taking unnecessary risks."

Kai, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and determination, looked at his hyungs. "I needed to take the risk to prove that I'm not a useless member," he said quietly. His words left the others momentarily speechless.

The boys exchanged confused glances, trying to process Kai's words. Taehyun was the first to speak up. "What are you talking about, Kai? You've never been useless to us."

Kai took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I know you all are in a relationship with each other. I felt like I wasn't important because I wasn't involved in it."

The revelation hung heavy in the air, and the boys felt a pang of sorrow for their youngest member. They had never intended for Kai to feel excluded or unimportant.

"Kai," Soobin said softly, stroking his hair, "you were underage and not totally mature, so we decided to keep this relationship hidden from you. We planned to tell you once you were of proper age. We're so sorry if we made you feel left out."

Yeonjun, eyes glistening with unshed tears, added, "We love you, Kai. You are just as important to us as your other soulmates. We never wanted you to feel like you had to prove your worth."

Kai's eyes widened, a mix of relief and joy washing over him. "Really? I just... I wanted to be part of the family," he said, his voice trembling.

Beomgyu, still tearful, wrapped his arms around Kai, pulling him into a tight hug. "You are part of this family, always have been, always will be," he whispered fiercely.

The other boys joined the embrace, forming a protective circle around Kai on the tar road. Namjoon, who had been standing guard, keeping a vigilant eye out for any further trouble, allowed himself a small smile. Seeing the group hug, he felt a sense of warmth and unity.

Kai, feeling the love and acceptance from his hyungs, finally allowed himself to relax. "Thank you," he said softly, tears of happiness mixing with those of relief. "I'm so happy to be with you all."

The boys held each other tightly, the bond between them strengthened by the night's ordeal. Despite the lingering dangers and uncertainties of their world, in that moment, they were together, and that was all that mattered. The midnight air was filled with the soft murmurs of reassurance and the quiet promises of a future where none of them would ever feel alone again.

Yeonjun was driving back, the road stretching out endlessly before them as the others in the car rested, exhausted from the day's events. Namjoon, however, couldn't shake a nagging thought. Despite feeling lethargic, his mind was racing. Taehyun, being the observant noticed the furrow in his brow and the distant look in his eyes.

"Hyung... Hyung!" Taehyun's voice broke the silence, pulling Namjoon from his reverie.

"Huh? What happened, Tae?" Namjoon responded, shaking his head slightly to clear his thoughts.

"Is something troubling you?" Taehyun asked, his tone filled with concern.

"Nothing much, just thinking about one thing," Namjoon replied, his voice low. "We went to the Syntek company unexpectedly. No one knew about it, right?"

"Yes, that's right," Taehyun confirmed, his curiosity piqued. "And...?"

"And how come Dae Jung arrived exactly right after us, along with the security team?" Namjoon continued, his voice growing more intense. "It's like someone leaked information about our mission."

Taehyun's eyes widened as he considered Namjoon's words. "Now that you bring our focus to this, it makes sense. Even if we consider the coincidence of the security team arriving, the truck in which Dae Jung was riding came from the opposite direction, like he was just waiting for the right time to corner us."

"Exactly," Namjoon agreed, his expression grim. "Who might have leaked information about our mission?"

A heavy silence settled over them, the weight of suspicion pressing down. The possibility that someone from their own group might have betrayed them was unsettling. The journey back was fraught with tension as each of them grappled with the implications of Namjoon's realization.