Home, Sweet Warzone
The night air was cold—but Taehyun Park's blood was burning.
He sprinted through the dark halls of Vasilliy's mansion, alarms blaring behind him. His disguise was torn, his arm bleeding, and someone had definitely tried to strangle him with a curtain.
But he was alive.
And free.
"Hyung!"
A sharp whisper echoed from the courtyard.
There stood Park Taeho—Taehyun's younger brother, an omega, and the sassiest troublemaker alive. He looked like he'd stepped out of a fashion magazine: tight black jeans, a leather jacket that shimmered under the moonlight, silver earrings, and hair dyed with streaks of electric blue.
He had the nerve to do a hair flip while holding a gun.
"Get on!" Taeho yelled from his motorbike. "Before your mafia boyfriend comes to kiss you goodbye!"
Taehyun blinked. "You wore platform boots to a rescue mission?!"
"I'm an omega, not a peasant."
Taehyun rolled his eyes and jumped on the bike. "You're unbelievable."
"Says the guy who flirted with a mafia lord and then stole from him."
"You—WHAT—I didn't flirt!"
Taeho revved the engine. "Hyung, you moaned."
"It was acting! For distraction!"
"You blushed."
"I'LL BLUSH YOU INTO NEXT WEEK!"
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Fifteen Minutes Later – Borderline Chaos
They hit the road hard, dodging black vans, narrowly missing bullets. Taeho tossed a small device into the air and clicked it. A distant boom followed.
"You blew up the bridge?!" Taehyun shouted over the wind.
"I built a fake one first. It's called strategy."
"You're a menace."
"I'm an underappreciated genius omega. There's a difference."
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Private Jet Hangar – Russia
By some miracle—or pure Park-level chaos—they made it to the private hangar.
Taehyun's sleek jet sat waiting, its engines already warming.
"You seriously came to Russia in your own plane?" Taeho said, hacking into the system while chewing gum.
"Told Mom I had a blockchain seminar in Vienna," Taehyun replied casually, bruised and bleeding but smug.
"You used a fake business trip to attend a black-market omega auction?"
"And snuck into it using a forged pass, yes. Multi-tasking."
Taeho sighed, punched in the last code, and grabbed the controls. "You owe me bubble tea and therapy after this."
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Park Family House – Seoul, South Korea
Peace lasted about four seconds.
Then the front door slammed open.
Park Baekhyun, retired prosecutor and world-class yeller, stood in his hallway holding a teacup and wearing his "World's Okayest Dad" slippers.
"TAEHYUN!"
Taehyun dragged himself inside like a soldier returning from war. "Hi, Dad. I'm alive."
Baekhyun pointed dramatically. "You infiltrated a mafia auction?! Do you have a death wish?!"
Taehyun winced. "To be fair, I left alive."
"You got SHOT!"
"Grazed."
Taeho strolled in behind, looking fresh and smug. "And I fixed it with one of Mom's sewing kits. Boom. Crisis averted."
Baekhyun turned on him. "YOU HELPED HIM?!"
"Please. He needed help. His escape plan included jumping out a window in heels."
Just then, Park Eun-Kyung entered from the kitchen holding a rolling pin.
She took one look at the chaos and raised an eyebrow. "Baekhyun, don't you dare scream at my son like you didn't cry when the microwave beeped too loud last week."
"That was different!"
"He was escaping from a mafia lord!"
"I was startled!"
"You fainted when the vacuum got stuck in your slippers!"
Baekhyun looked betrayed. "I thought it was a snake!"
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Later That Night – Taehyun's Room
Taehyun lay in bed, one arm over his eyes. The pain was dull now, but the memories weren't.
He pulled out the small black USB from his pocket. On it were names. People sold in underground auctions. Victims.
One name glowed brighter than the rest: Min Jaesoo—his best friend. The reason he risked everything.
He swallowed hard.
Then the flashback hit him.
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[FLASHBACK – Two Nights Ago]
The wine cellar was dark, lit only by candlelight and tension.
"You're reckless," Vasilliy murmured, stepping closer.
Taehyun stood his ground. "You're controlling."
"I like control."
"I don't."
Vasilliy reached out and tilted his chin up. "You should be more careful. With me."
"Why?" Taehyun whispered.
Vasilliy's voice dropped lower. "Because you make me forget I'm dangerous."
Then the kiss came.
Not sweet. Not gentle.
It was fire—obsessive, desperate. Like Vasilliy wanted to mark him, consume him, own him.
Taehyun didn't pull away.
He should've.
But he didn't.
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Back in Present – Still His Room
"God," Taehyun muttered, covering his face. "I'm an idiot."
From outside his door, Taeho's voice floated in.
"I heard that!"
"Mind your business!"
"I'm your business!"
"Get a life!"
"You're literally living because of me!"
"STOP BEING RIGHT!"
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Meanwhile – In the Sky
A sleek black jet soared through the clouds toward Seoul.
Inside, Vasilliy Romanov sat quietly, fingers curled around a silver chain—Taehyun's chain. The one he always wore.
A guard spoke softly, "Sir, he escaped. We believe he's in Korea."
Vasilliy didn't blink.
"I know," he whispered.
His voice was ice.
His eyes burned.
"I'm going to bring him back."
TO BE CONTINUED