Destiny ( Namjin fanfic)

Chapter 45

In his quiet room, RM struggled to remember even a sliver of his past, grappling with the unsettling words he found in the diary. It was hard for him to believe he had written something that now haunted him. Despite having evidence in his favor, RM, being naturally skeptical, couldn't fully embrace it without recalling every detail or thoroughly investigating.
Desperate for clarity, he retrieved a dusty box from the shelf – a collection of documents from a mysterious murder case that Tae Hyung had once shared. As he pored over the papers, RM hoped to piece together scattered memories, attempting to make sense of the unsettling past that lingered in the faded ink on those pages
As RM delved deeper into the mystery, the name "Lee Sang-ook" echoed through his thoughts like a haunting whisper. The face of this person eluded his memory, yet an inexplicable sense of familiarity lingered. The exact murderers of the couple remained a shadow, even eluding the thorough investigations of the formidable King Mafia.
The weight of the unknown pressed on him, especially considering the connection to Joon's parents' murder. In a moment of introspection, RM questioned his own involvement: "Whom did I kill, if at all? Did I truly forsake my vow never to harm the innocent?"
The room felt charged with anticipation as RM decided to initiate his investigation on that ominous night of April 23rd. The air thickened with the promise of revelations and dark secrets waiting to be unveiled, as RM set out on a path that intertwined the fates of others and his own elusive truth
As RM's wearied eyes fell upon the clock, its hands pointed stoically at 2 o'clock. A sigh escaped his lips, a testament to the long hours spent unraveling the mysteries that surrounded him. Weary from the mental exertion, he gently rubbed his eyes, feeling the strain of the intricate puzzle that consumed his thoughts.
Seeking solace, RM eased himself onto his comfortable bed. He stretched beneath the warmth of the blanket, cocooning himself in its familiar embrace.
Meanwhile, in another room, the soft glow of a night lamp revealed Park Soo Hoon immersed in a clandestine activity. Seated at a dimly lit table, he busily planned something intricate. His fingers moved deftly across the keyboard as he messaged a mysterious figure identified only by the code name "Blue Kill."
The room, shrouded in secrecy, became a nexus for covert conversations and hidden agendas.
All the plans are ruined! This was never my plan," Park Hoon lamented, frustration evident in his voice.
"I tried to help you achieve the goals, but they all were in vain. What is your plan now?" inquired the mysterious contact.
"I will focus on my real target only. I don't want others to get hurt or involved in this. They are innocent," replied Park Hoon with a determination to shield the innocent from the impending chaos.
"How will you do it? If you are thinking to defeat him by ganging up, then you are daydreaming," warned the contact, aware of the formidable strength of Namjoon.
"I know what you told me. Namjoon is very strong. I can't harm him in a head-on battle. So that's why I am asking you to tell me a way in which the others are not implicated, and we still capture Namjoon," pleaded Park Hoon, seeking an alternative strategy.
The mysterious contact leaned into the shadows before responding, "As long as the Bangtan team accepts him and he has their back, you can't even touch his hair. You need to sow the seed for distrust in him. Force him to do something that will hit the sensitive spot of the other six, making them angry and disappointed in him."
But how? And I find this Namjoon very weird. He changes his hair color very fast, like really fast. One day before, he had silver hair, and now they are chestnut-colored, and his aura also feels different. I can't pinpoint what, but something is surely different," Park Hoon remarked, his confusion evident.
"I can help you separate them, but one condition. You need to do as I say," responded the mysterious contact, dangling a proposition in the air.
"I will agree to any condition as long as the other six are not hurt, including Park Joon-wo. He should not even be involved," Park Hoon affirmed, a protective tone in his message.
I know. Just follow what I tell. And the work will be done," assured the contact, the promise of a plan unfolding in the shadows.
And then instead of messaging a call comes and Hoon picks at one go and then the conversation lasts for about fifteen minutes. After the conversation, Park Hoon looks irritated as if he is unwilling to do want was asked but has no other choice.
The next day, Park Hoon exuded an air of confidence and cheer, a stark contrast to the somber mood that enveloped the other six. Their brows furrowed, expressions still tainted with the lingering resentment from yesterday's intense conversation with RM. As they sulked, RM shook his head, observing their stubbornness and sensitivity. The unspoken tension hung thick in the air, a volatile mix of suppressed emotions—anger, frustration, and guilt.
This morning, Yoongi and Jungkook took the initiative to cook breakfast, attempting to bring a semblance of normalcy to the atmosphere. Jin, still visibly affected by the previous day's discussion, refrained from participating, and the others were not even considered as options.
Amid the uneasy silence, Park Hoon, who had been looking unusually chirpy, decided to break the tension with a question that hung in the air like a suspenseful chord waiting to be struck.
We've been together for a while, but never went for an outing. How about today?" Park Hoon proposed, injecting a spark of excitement into the room.
"All of a sudden?" RM questioned, skepticism evident in his tone as he doubted Hoon's intentions.
"Not today, Namjoon. Today, I won't listen to your rants. We will enjoy today. Let's forget all our worries," Hoon declared with the enthusiasm of an excited kid, determined to lift the heavy atmosphere.
"Okay then. It will be good as our moods have been upset due to someone," Taehyung sulked, his discontent lingering.
Where should we go today?" Hoseok asked, catching onto the idea and getting excited.
"Let's go to the beach. Or a fancy restaurant?" Jimin suggested, adding a touch of glamour to the options.
"What about a park and then a movie night?"Kook proposed, bringing a more relaxed vibe to the discussion.
"No beach. Joon-wo gets too excited seeing the crabs and water. He gets sand all over himself and the clothes," Seokjin intervened sternly, a touch of playful annoyance in his tone.
Then what about a movie at home and order food to enjoy a cozy night?" Yoongi suggested, his eyes wide, resembling a curious cat.
"NO!" the group exclaimed in unison, dismissing the idea of staying in.
"Well, then that leaves us with a movie and the park," Park Hoon proposed, steering the decision towards an outdoor adventure.
"Are there any good movies now?" Jimin inquired, seeking suggestions.
"Ummm... Yes, there are. Kids or adult. Choose one," Jungkook responded, offering options for their movie night.
"Yah! Adults!! Kook! Joon-wo is also coming
along. We need to obviously watch a kids movie," Yoongi asserted, advocating for a more family-friendly choice.
"Then let's see Kung Fu Panda 4. Joon-wo has seen the first three," Jungkook suggested, settling on a movie that would cater to all ages and bring a touch of nostalgia.
Meanwhile, as the plans solidified, RM observed the group, his gaze lingering on Park Hoon. The subtle shifts in Hoon's behavior intrigued him, leaving RM perplexed and trying to decipher the motives behind the sudden outing.
"But first, we also need to do some shopping. We need some things for Joon-wo as well as some necessities for the house," Yoongi suggested, introducing a practical element to the day's agenda.
Okay then, let's get ready within 20 minutes. Let's go!" Taehyung declared, swiftly slurping off the orange juice and dashing to his room. Jimin, with a mischievous smile, followed in his wake. RM and Hoseok took on the noble task of washing the dishes, although RM exhibited clear reluctance, especially when it came to handling Park Hoon's plate. Hoseok, rolling his eyes at RM's childish behavior, seized Hoon's plate and initiated the dishwashing mission.
After fifteen minutes of frantic attire changes and minor wardrobe malfunctions, all of them emerged fully dressed up.
Jin and Yoongi opted for a casual look, sporting T-shirts paired with denim jackets. Jimin and Taehyung showcased their signature matching style, both donning long-sleeved shirts. Jungkook chose a T-shirt layered with a checkered shirt for a laid-back vibe. Hoseok embraced an oversized T-shirt, complementing his look with styled hair and sunglasses. RM, maintaining his usual sleek style, dressed entirely in black – a black T-shirt, a denim jacket, and black pants. Joon-wo looked adorable in a cute fluffy hoodie, while Park Hoon kept it simple yet stylish with a shirt, sleeves rolled up, and well-styled hair.
They all went to garage and took two cars with drivers assigned as Jimin and Jungkook. In Jimin's car, Yoongi, Seokjin and Hoon while the rest in Kook's car.
They ventured into the mall, and efficiency became the name of the game as the group strategically split to expedite their tasks. Seokjin and Yoongi, armed with meticulously prepared lists, took charge. Seokjin focused on navigating the grocery section, crossing off items with precision, while Yoongi, accompanied by his lively trio – Jimin, Jungkook, and RM with Joon-wo clinging to him like a koala – delved into the realm of household products.
The remaining members, including Hoon, embarked on a mission through the grocery aisles. Laughter and banter echoed as they gathered the essentials. In about half an hour, their collective efforts culminated in a swift checkout, the group emerging from the mall with bags in tow, ready for the next chapter of their impromptu outing.
"We are going to the theater now, right, Yoongi hyung?" asked Joon-wo, his innocent eyes sparkling as he licked the lollipop in his hands.
"Little Prince, I wanted to ask a question. I call Yoongi hyung 'hyung'; why do you also call him hyung? Shouldn't you call him uncle?" RM inquired, curiosity lining his words.
"I like it when I call you hyung. It makes me feel more secure. You all protect Little Joonie, so you all are my bodyguards, 'The Protectors of Little Park Joon-wo,' right, Big Joonie?" Joon-wo explained with a giggle, defining his unique perspective on relationships.
As the conversation unfolded, Yoongi smiled, appreciating the bond forming between them. The warmth of their words lingered in the air, and Yoongi, reminded of Joon-wo's question,
"And we need to go somewhere else before we go to see the movie. Be patient, Little Joonie," said Yoongi, injecting an air of mystery into their outing.
RM looked at Yoongi with a quizzical expression. Where to now? Shopping was done, and curiosity lingered in the air.
"You will know when we reach there. No need to frown so much," Yoongi remarked, catching RM's puzzled gaze through the rearview mirror. RM felt a sense of bewilderment as if Yoongi had glimpsed into his thoughts.
After a good 15 minutes of anticipation, they arrived at an underground and shabby location. The surroundings seemed desolate, with only an old stationery shop in sight.
"What will we get here?" inquired Hoon, his curiosity piqued.
"Follow me. And don't say anything until I tell," instructed Seokjin, donning sunglasses and masks. The others followed suit, and upon seeing this, RM, Soo Hoon, and Joon-wo were also handed masks, further deepening the mystery of their destination.
As they entered the shop, a waft of musty air enveloped them, and they spotted an old man slouched in a chair, leisurely puffing on a cigarette. His eyes, weathered and wise, briefly met Seokjin's before he nonchalantly closed them again. Seokjin, in a practiced motion, approached a seemingly ordinary section of the wall and pressed a discreet brick.
The wall ascended with a mechanical hum, revealing a concealed entrance leading to a long, dimly lit tunnel. The others, intrigued and slightly apprehensive, followed Seokjin into the mysterious passageway. The air grew cooler as they traversed the depths, the echoes of their footsteps creating an eerie soundtrack to their clandestine journey.
After navigating the labyrinthine tunnel, they emerged before a grand glass door, its surface seemingly impenetrable. The glass was one-sided see-through, shrouding the other side in mystery.
Seokjin swiftly typed a password, and as the door creaked open, RM and Soo Hoon stood in awe, eyes wide in shock and mouths agape. Before them unfolded a vast expanse adorned with pillars of gold and silver, intricately designed with glass accents. Counters of varying sizes were meticulously labeled, each bearing a name. As they entered, buff bodybuilders roamed the grand space, bowing respectfully upon spotting Seokjin and the others. Robots were stationed at specific counters, while skilled individuals were engrossed in various tasks.
"This is our Repository. It's our secret. It should not be leaked, okay? Here, you can find everything you need as a mafia, from basics to top-secret level information," Seokjin declared, his voice echoing in the majestic surroundings.
"And you can find all types of weapons and secret gadgets. You can even customize if you have a good idea," Yoongi added, revealing the extent of the hidden arsenal.
RM, resembling a child in a toy store, gazed around with enthusiasm, a wide smile gracing his face as he absorbed the incredible sights.
"Here is the practice session. If you want to buy any type of weapon, you can try it here," Hoseok explained, pointing towards an area designated for testing.
"And you can get any type of information from these cute AI robots. From current news to old ones, everything," Taehyung chimed in, patting one of the four small robots that whirred around the space. The Repository unveiled its secrets, promising a world of resources and possibilities for the clandestine activities of the Bangtan mafia
But as far as I know, this was not here before. You constructed it recently, right?" questioned Soo Hoon, casting a discerning glance around.
The others nodded in collective surprise, sharing the sentiment. Meanwhile, RM furrowed his brow, eyeing Soo Hoon with a hint of suspicion.
"Yes, construction was completed just last month," confirmed Seokjin, offering an explanation to quell the growing curiosity.
"Namjoonie, wanna try one of these?" Jungkook interjected, spinning a revolver in his hand with an enticing flair, the glint of mischief in his eyes adding a playful edge to the suggestion
RM's eyes sparkled with fascination as he surveyed the impressive display of weapons. Every conceivable type was present, from sleek revolvers to formidable rifles, and an array of blades and swords. In the midst of this arsenal, RM's gaze was drawn to a pair of katana swords, and with swift, practiced moves, he demonstrated their use to the group.
However, the reaction from the others perplexed him. Instead of the expected praise, a subtle fear was etched on their faces. Even Soo Hoon stood frozen, like a statue caught in time. The only exception was Joon-wo, who nonchalantly roamed around, a lollipop in his mouth, quietly observing everything while seemingly indifferent to the reactions of others.
RM, momentarily taken aback by the unexpected response, couldn't decipher the reason behind their expressions. The Repository, once a source of excitement, now held an air of mystery as the group grappled with their own reactions to the powerful arsenal before them.
"Guys? What happened? Are my sword skills that bad?" RM queried, confusion etched on his face.
"Do you know who taught you katana skills?" Soo Hoon questioned, an intensity in his gaze that demanded attention.
"No not exactly. But some teacher. Why?" RM responded, uncertainty in his voice.
"How many people in Byung-Ho's gang knew katana skills?" Soo Hoon's inquiry hung heavy in the air, the silence amplifying its weight.
"I don't know. Maybe I was the only one. But I'm not sure. Why all these questions?" RM questioned, a growing sense of unease settling within him.
"Because... because Joon-wo's parents were killed with one strike of KATANA SWORDS," Seokjin revealed in a hushed voice, casting a shadow over the room.
The katana sword slipped from RM's grasp, the clang echoing ominously in the silence that followed. He gulped, terror creeping into his eyes as he looked at Seokjin, realizing the haunting connection between his own skills and the tragic fate of Joon-wo's parents. The Repository, once a sanctuary of secrets, now held a revelation that plunged them into a deeper mystery, leaving them to grapple with the weight of the past and the unsettling truths that lay hidden within.