Prim and proper.
Not a pinky out of place.
Struggling in the five inch heels that were forcibly shoved to his sore feet was a common occurrence for Namjoon. The poor omega could only do his absolute best not to let the wince show on his tiresome face.
As another one of his father’s so-called ‘friends’ approached their not-so-little family, Namjoon knew he had to keep the smile on his face for a little while more, despite the fact that he was madly sweating underneath his white long sleeve halter neck top paired with a turquoise floor length skirt in the middle of the summer.
Beauty and grace. Beauty and grace. Beauty and fucking grace.
“My, oh, my,” The mistress of the Choi family plastered a fake smile on her face as she stared at the Park children one by one. “Oh don’t you three look absolutely dashing this afternoon.”
Namjoon’s eldest sister, Jihyo, smiles flawlessly. Her eyes looked genuinely pleased at the fake compliment. She looked magnificent and powerful in her aquamarine sun dress, looking every inch of an eldest alpha. “Nonsense, madame. We pale in comparison to your timeless beauty.”
From Namjoon’s right, his younger brother, Jimin, plasters an equally fake smile though Namjoon could basically hear the silent scoff he emits. “I agree. Your hair suits you, Mrs. Choi. You look breathtaking in blonde.”
Mrs. Choi beams, and Namjoon would have rolled his eyes if only he didn’t have to follow their lead. “They’re right. Your yellow dress beautifully compliments your complexion, madame, you look absolutely stunning. Thank you for coming to our luncheon.”
“Oh aren’t you three so charming, hmm. Beautiful and stunning alphas,” Mrs. Choi eyes Jihyo and Jimin first, before looking at Namjoon with a chilly smile. “And one pretty and dainty omega.”
Because he is trained to think that such words are compliments, Namjoon only grins. Even though every fibre in his body is rebelling. “Thank you.”
But apparently, Mrs. Choi was a little dense. Either she didn’t notice the clipped tone Namjoon choked out, or she simply chose to ignore it.
“Pray tell, Namjoon. Do you currently have a partner right now?” She looked genuinely interested. “I have an alpha son, he’s in here somewhere, and I bet he’d love to have tea with you. Surely you could make some time for one of your father’s oldest friends, right?”
Namjoon’s smile freezes. “Ah—”
Thankfully though, Jihyo comes to his rescue. Not because she cares, but because they have rules.
“We’d have to apologize, Mrs. Choi.” Jihyo swiftly inserts her sentiment, already used to doing so. “Our father is very strict, especially about Namjoon. Our old man is very overprotective.”
Jihyo even ends her statement with a chuckle, as if the word overprotective didn’t just send chills to Namjoon’s spine.
“Yes, that’s right. Our apologies.” Jimin adds, rubbing his older brother’s back in silent comfort. “But don’t worry, madame, when Namjoon hyung is finally allowed to date, I’m sure our father would definitely call your family first.”
Mrs. Choi looks very displeased with having her request declined, but Namjoon simply avoids her eyes. He’s been trained that during situations like these, he’d let the alphas take the lead. He just had to stand still and look pretty.
“Very well. I’ll be expecting that call in... what?”
“A few months, maybe, give and take.” Jihyo smiles assuringly, as if she didn’t know how long the line already was.
“Alright, anyways I—” Mrs. Choi suddenly looks to her left, to see a man waving at her. “Oh excuse me, I think my husband is calling me. Give a moment.”
“Take all the time you need, madame.” Jimin bows and the other two immediately follow. “Please enjoy the luncheon we have graciously prepared for everyone.”
Mrs. Choi shoots them all one last enigmatic smile, before she takes her exit. The moment she leaves, all three Park children exhale heavily. As much as they were all trained to do this, it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get redundant, and to an extent, exhausting.
“Thanks.” Namjoon mutters towards his sister and younger brother. Jimin offers him a small smile, while Jihyo only looks at him passively.
“Yeah, just stand tall, will you?” Jihyo keeps her voice down to a whisper, unwilling to embarrass themselves in case someone heard her snapping rudely. “Where is your poise? Fix yourself, Joon.”
For what it’s worth, Namjoon knows that Jihyo cares about him in some way and in some manner. She’s just… tough. Their father has been molding her to be the perfect alpha heiress of their estate and conglomerate, and that didn’t come easy. Jihyo always had that protective and serious stance, but sometimes, Namjoon couldn’t help but wish that the Jihyo from when they were children would return.
Sweet, doting, someone who spoils him. Now, Jihyo just looks constantly pissed at her only omega brother, and that frankly hurts.
Thankfully though, Jimin has still remained the same. Namjoon had always been closer to his younger brother, Jimin was just too adorable and charming. While things may have shifted a little when he presented as an alpha, and Jimin was given all these additional responsibilities, at least he didn’t treat Namjoon any differently.
“I’m sorry, noona.” Namjoon sighs as he straightens his back. “By the way, is she the last guest for today?”
As the children of Mr. and Mrs. Park, they were tasked to receive the guests by the entrance of their grand garden where their quarterly luncheon was held. As far as Namjoon knew, Mrs. Choi had been the last one to arrive. And the luncheon won’t formally start for another fifteen minutes or so.
“I guess.” Jihyo looks to her right, signalling one of her assistants to tell her about who else they are waiting for. “Why? What’s up?”
“Well,” Namjoon fidgets with his fingers. “May I please be excused for a while?”
Annoyance flashes in Jihyo’s eyes. “Come on, Namjoon. We’re in the middle of something important right now. You can’t just escape.”
Namjoon deflates. He was just tired. “But—”
“Oh come on, noona.” Thankfully, Jimin comes to his rescue. As always. “The luncheon won’t start for a few more minutes. Let our omega brother breathe, this must have been a little overwhelming for him.”
On any other day, Namjoon would undoubtedly question his younger brother for the emphasis on his subgender. But right now, he’ll take it. He literally can’t feel his toes anymore.
Jihyo sighs as she stares at Namjoon again. For a moment, a flash of worry seeps into her eyes, and it was in these times that Namjoon still believed that Jihyo still somehow cared about him.
“Fine.” She relents. “Ten minutes. You are to be back in the garden five minutes before the luncheon. That’s all you’re getting.”
Namjoon beams, grateful. Before he’s even finished his sentence, he already shot a thankful smile to Jimin, picking up his long skirt by its mid area for easier walking. “You have my word, noona. Thank you.”
Namjoon immediately spins around, not giving his sister a chance to take back her decision. Once he is sure that no one can see him anymore, he unclasps his heels, pulling his skirt up as he could with one hand, and then, he runs.
It’s invigorating to say the very least. Namjoon already has a destination in mind. The abandoned playground sitting at the back of their manor on the other side of the garden, where the Park children used to play once upon a time. Namjoon runs, because he doesn’t have much time.
Doesn’t have much room to breathe.
Once he reaches the swings, Namjoon slumps down. His soles are dirty, the bottom of his skirt is probably muddy, but it’s fine. Because Namjoon is scheduled for an outfit change right before the luncheon anyways. His maiden, Dahyun, would only take one good look at him, ranting about making a mess that she has to fix in less than five minutes, before she whips him up his next outfit that would surely be grander than his current one.
The last time he checked, he would be put in another long sleeved dress that would cover him from his neck down to his heels, as if they weren’t currently under the sweltering heat of the summer.
But what can I do? Namjoon knows that he’s not helpless, nor is he a damsel in distress. He’s just… overpowered. Literally, the only omega in their house, Namjoon is treated like a rare precious jewel that could only be found in the bermuda triangle or something.
It’s hard. Jihyo wasn’t lying when she said that their parents were very overprotective… actually, they’re even worse. Every move of Namjoon is monitored, he can’t leave the house without a trustworthy guard looking after him, hell, even his outfits were planned down to his jewelry. You’re an omega, you have an image to uphold. You’re not supposed to dress so scandalous, cover yourself.
They all claim that they just wish to protect him—that he’s a rare gem they’re simply shielding from the rest of the world. After all, every single person on Earth knew how glorified male omegas were. Laws were put into place to ensure that the minority of their population would always be protected. This included tying them down to an alpha.
Namjoon could only roll his eyes.
The primary omega law states that male omegas must always be quote and quote “safeguarded” by either their immediate alpha family members—with priority given to their parents—or their alpha spouses, unless they are duly declared independent by their alpha. If in case they aren’t, the government has the right to take them under their care until a suitable alpha protector is provided.
It sucks. It’s so medieval, and borderline barbaric, but Namjoon can’t do much. It’s the law.
But beyond that, Namjoon knows that it’s also because of something more.
Particularly, his powers.
Rare as he already was as a male omega, he was even further blessed by the moon goddess by a few other special abilities. This included his magical skills of being able to grow and fertilize plants in a snap of his fingers (his favorite power), and of course, his ability to see the future.
Surprise, surprise, Namjoon is a seer.
Having powers is not rare. Jimin has them. The younger alpha could shapeshift in accordance to his own will. Jihyo too. She can control and manipulate electricity. One snap of her fingers and a whole blackout could occur, she did it once when she got super angry at someone.
Most often than not, people just come with powers others have too, but Namjoon’s abilities were different. It literally occurs one in a billion.
Legends say that having the power to see the future was too much. It could only be given to people with the purest of heart. If it falls on the wrong hands, goddess knows what might happen to mankind. That’s why it’s rare, and that’s why it’s kept as a secret.
His parents claimed that if people found out of his ability to see what ought to happen, he would undoubtedly be taken advantage of. And Namjoon knows that.
He just didn’t know how to tell his own folks that they were basically doing the exact same thing to him.
Because twice a week, his parents would come knocking at his door just before he lay down on his bed. Like tonight. Namjoon was downright exhausted from their luncheon. He had just finished his milk bath with his maidens, and he’s now dressed in his long sleeved nightgown that was so long it glided across the wooden floor as he walked.
Just before he could enter into a slumber, Mr. Park Junseo and Mrs. Park Sunhee, otherwise known as his parents, enters his room with a serious look on their faces.
“Namjoonie, we need your help.”
Namjoon could only sigh. Sometimes, Jimin and Jihyo would also join them and he appreciated having them around, especially Jimin. What most people don’t understand is that seeing the future is actually very taxing, and Namjoon really appreciated all the support that he could get, whether it’s just a soothing hand on his back or a shoulder to lay his head on once he returns back to reality.
But it seems that his siblings were as exhausted as he was.
Still, Namjoon follows his parents’ orders. Not only because he didn’t have a choice, but because Namjoon knows that this is for a good cause.
See, his parents usually ask him to foresee a specific event that usually involves an exchange of drugs or worse, even trafficking of unsolicited and illegal goods. His father told him that by doing this, Namjoon is helping them trace the culprits and find out who’s behind these horrid crimes. As a politician for the past decades, Mr. Park needed a hand in this.
So of course, Namjoon does what any good citizen and son would do.
He sits on his bed, his parents occupying the floral couch they’ve placed near his king size mattress, then he closes his eyes. Seeing the future is actually quite tricky. Namjoon could mostly see things as if he’s looking through a microscope. It’s not a vivid and clear run through of events, more like films that lacked a few pictures and even poorer resolution.
But it’s enough power.
Park Namjoon focuses his energy on an event his father had been tipped about. He first needed confirmation that it was indeed happening near a dock, and whether or not authorities make it just in time.
“It is happening near Daegu port.” Namjoon still has his eyes closed as he transmits the information. “A huge yacht, unsuspecting. It looks like it’s undercover.”
Namjoon’s father hums. “Alright. What else?”
Namjoon sifts through the images, fighting through the headache that’s bubbling right in between his eyebrows. “The exchange of drugs is almost successful, but the police come in right on time. It seems that their plan is a success, it’s mark money. It’s all a ploy.”
Unbeknown to Namjoon though, who still has his eyes shut and is glowing an odd shimmer as if he was a vampire under the twilight, his father clenches his jaw tight. “It’s a ploy.”
“Yes.” Namjoon confirms, smiling. “The authorities are successful. They capture everyone on board.”
“Who are the people on board?” His father asks, sharing a look with his wife as he pauses. “Who are the authorities?”
“I could see around twelve people on deck, maybe more or maybe less. The yacht is adorned with a J.T.S logo from the outside, and the captain looks like a man in his forties.” Namjoon relays. “I don’t recognize the uniform of the authorities. But it’s navy blue and some silver stripes on their sleeves. Could it be drug enforcement?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Park Junseo dismisses. “What else?”
Namjoon hums. He tries his best honestly. But it’s already hard to foresee the future on a regular day, even more difficult when he’s bone tired. He gives them a little more to work on, before he slumps to his bed, forehead sweaty and chest heaving.
“I’m sorry, father.” Namjoon says. “I’m tired, it’s too much.”
For what it’s worth, Mrs. Park steps closer to him, carrying her signature lace handkerchief. “It’s alright, son. You’ve done well. We’re sorry we had to make you do this tonight. It’s just that, you know, it’s already happening in four days. We need to plan ahead.”
Namjoon offers her a feeble smile, appreciating her motherly touch as she runs her fingers through his hair. “It’s alright. I’m glad to be of help.”
It takes him a few more moments to calm down. By then, his alpha father had helped him to lay down properly on his bed, understanding of the fact that his powers had undoubtedly drained him even more.
“Sleep now, Namjoonie. Thank you for helping us.” Mr. Park runs his palms against his neck once and that’s it. “We’ll see you at breakfast.”
Namjoon’s mother places one last kiss to his forehead, before they turn off his night lamp. “Sweet dreams, darling. Thank you.”
“Good night, eomma. Good night, appa.” Namjoon says one last time before his eyelids finally feel too heavy to lift. “S-see you tomorrow too.”
By the time Namjoon has surrendered to a deep sleep, his parents are already out the door. They share one silent and deadly look between them, before they move to their own quarters and discuss what Namjoon has told them.
And there, Namjoon just sleeps with a serene smile on his face, thinking that his father is there to capture those criminals. He sleeps knowing that he’s done the right thing—that he’s done well.
Not knowing that he actually just made everything worse.
Namjoon finds out the truth simply because of a bonsai.
Even if Namjoon is now a fully grown twenty two year old man, he still didn’t have his own credit card. His parents truly wanted to control everything about his life, to the point that Namjoon can’t even buy anything online without either his parents or siblings knowing.
That evening, Namjoon found a unique bonsai tree online that was up for auction. It was one of a kind, and while it’s very expensive, Namjoon thought it was beautiful and absolutely perfect. He then rushes to find Jihyo to borrow her credit card. Jihyo doesn’t really say no to him. She just wants everything he purchases to be monitored directly under her.
Jimin was out that night, but sometimes, when he wants to buy things that are a little questionable, Namjoon goes to Jimin instead. But for now, Jihyo would have to work.
Jihyo wasn’t in her room that evening, which is odd since it’s nearing midnight. He knows that his parents would scold him if they found out that he was still awake at this time, but he was scrolling through his phone, unable to fall asleep, and he stumbled upon his future precious baby. He couldn’t let it pass.
So he searches long and wide, silently though. He’s afraid to alert anyone of his presence and then to be reported to his parents. He’s growing desperate, the bids are getting higher and he needs that credit card to prove his ability to pay right now.
Just when he’s about to give up though, and finally accept that this bonsai was never gonna be his, Namjoon hears voices.
“Fuck, I knew it. I knew he was a mole.”
That sounded like his father, who was surprisingly aggravated.
“What do we do now?” A female voice that sounds like his mom supplies. “They know our plans, they just don’t know that it’s you all along.”
“They need to die.” He hears his father snarl, and Namjoon barely holds back a gasp. “Namjoon said that the police caught our operations again outside the warehouse two days from now. We barely escaped with the drugs last week at the dock. We’re smuggling gold this time, Sunhee. There’s no way this trade could fail.”
Namjoon swears that he almost drops his phone from where he’s standing.
“I agree, appa.” Shit, that was Jihyo. “We have to kill them. This is a hundred million dollars on the line. I say we call for a meeting tomorrow and shoot those bastards dead.”
Namjoon slaps a hand over his mouth, forcing his breathing to remain normal despite his erratic heartbeat.
“Those fucking rats, I swear.” He hears his father growl. “If it weren’t for Namjoon, we would have been caught again. All his foreshadowing has been pointing at us to getting caught. All because of these fucking rats.”
“Well then it has to end now.” Sunhee says. “Jihyo, I want them all gone by tomorrow.”
“Yes, eomma.”
“We’ll also have to postpone the trade.” Junseo adds. “The police already know of our plans in three days. We have to throw them off guard.”
“Of course, appa.” Jihyo says, as a matter of fact. “You know that’s what we always do whenever Namjoon tells us that our operations are a bust.”
At that, Namjoon could barely stand anymore. His ears are ringing, his vision is blurring. Everything inside of him is screaming to run, to get the hell away from here.
It was all a lie.
Namjoon silently picks up his nightgown to walk away like a cat. When he’s sure that he’s far enough so that his parents could no longer hear him, he begins running. He doesn’t even care if he wakes up their maids or guards, he can’t breathe.
He needs to go to the playground.
So that’s where his feet quickly take him. He honestly looks like a madman at this point, running furiously, tears blurring his vision as his breathing becomes uneven. Just before he reaches the playground though, he bumps into someone quite forcefully.
They both land on the ground roughly, and Namjoon is about to panic about getting caught, until he sees who it was.
“Hyung?”
Namjoon immediately slaps a hand over Jimin’s mouth, the younger alpha’s eyes widening at the crazed look on Namjoon’s eyes.
“J-jimin, help.”
The alpha immediately releases calming pheromones to try his best to soothe the omega, but Namjoon still hasn’t removed his trembling hand.
“Come with me.”
He all but drags Jimin to the playground. At the back of his mind, Namjoon knows that there’s no one in this house that he can trust anymore. Not his parents, and definitely not Jihyo, but this is Jimin they’re talking about.
If Jimin had also betrayed him, Namjoon is sure that he’s going to lose his sanity.
“Hyung, calm down.” Jimin says as he kneels in front of Namjoon the moment the omega slumps over the swing. “Focus on me, hyung. Follow my breathing. Please, you’re scaring me.”
Namjoon tries to follow the sound of Jimin’s voice through his ringing ears. He tries his best to follow the alpha’s commands as he battles his own tears. It’s hard, but he tries his best.
“J-jimin.”
“Hyung, what is it?” Jimin asks worriedly. “Why are you still awake and why were you running?”
Too overwhelmed with everything that’s happened, Namjoon could barely answer his questions. All he could spit out was,
“Jimin, they lied.”
The alpha’s eyes widened. “What?”
“D-did you know?” Namjoon exhales shakily. “Did you know t-that eomma and appa have been lying to me?”
Jimin looks even more confused. “I don’t get it, what?”
Namjoon gives himself a moment to stabilize his own breathing and control his tears. Once he feels like can, he opens his mouth to tell Jimin everything.
“Jimin, they told m-me that b-by using my powers they’re trying to c-catch the p-people behind the drug trades, behind the trafficking. But it’s all a lie, because it was them all a-along. It was them behind it. They’re o-only using me to find out if their operations were a bust or not. If they’re going t-to get caught that n-night.”
By the end of Namjoon’s statement, Jimin’s jaw is on the ground.
“Holy shit.” He curses, mouth agape and eyes blown wide. “Hyung this is—hyung, this is serious. Are you sure about this?”
“I heard them.” Namjoon says silently, afraid that anyone will hear him crying. “I heard it with my own two ears, Jimin. They’ve all been lying to me. Even Jihyo noona.”
Even Jihyo? Jimin needs a whole lot of time to process this information. It’s too much. This is basically everything he’s ever believed in—it’s all a goddamn lie.
“Oh my god.” Jimin says, before his eyes light up with a certain understanding. “So that’s what this is.”
“W-what?” Namjoon gapes, blood suddenly running cold. “You knew?”
Realizing how that must have sounded like, Jimin immediately explains. “Hyung, I didn’t know about this illegal shit they’ve been doing, trust me. I’m as surprised as you are, I swear. But I also knew something was wrong, that things weren’t adding up.”
It was Namjoon’s turn to be confused. “What do you mean?”
Jimin sighs, taking a few moments to collect his thoughts.
“It’s the little things. I’m involved in the legal side of our business, you know that. And sometimes I’d get financial reports involving dummy accounts, or sudden invoices of money I don’t know where it came from or from who. I’ve always been suspicious.”
Realizing that they’ve both been lied to, Namjoon’s heart broke for his baby brother as well. “So you didn’t know too?”
“Trust me, hyung. I swear on my life that I didn’t know.” Jimin insists, frustration bubbling in his system. How could have he been so stupid? “If I did, I would have left this family years ago.”
Namjoon gulps. Same with Jimin, if he knew about this treachery, he would have long escaped and never looked back. Maybe that’s why their parents didn’t tell either of them, because neither Jimin nor Namjoon would ever put up with this bullshit.
“W-what do we do, Jimin?” Namjoon stutters out, feeling scared and anxious all over again. “I can’t stay here anymore. I can’t k-keep on being their pawn.”
Sensing how distressed his omega brother was, Jimin’s inner alpha couldn’t help but feel sad.
“Hyung, I’m so, so sorry.” Jimin apologizes, his own eyes blurring with tears from how overwhelmed he is. “If I had known I would have gotten you as far away from them as I could. I’m sorry I’m a terrible brother.”
But Namjoon understood that Jimin wasn’t at fault too.
“Jimin, no. You didn’t know anything either.” Namjoon tells him, cupping the side of his face tenderly. “They were using you as much as they were using me.”
“But I’m the one who’s involved in the family business. I shouldn’t have been so stupid. I’m so fucking sorry you had to find out this way.” Jimin’s scent was starting to cloud with anger, and Namjoon tried his best to counter that. “I’ll protect you, hyung. You have me I swear.”
As much as Namjoon wanted to believe that, a part of him was still wary. His very own family literally betrayed him.
“Jimin,” Namjoon whimpers out. “You’re all I have. If you truly mean your words and you’re not lying to me, you have to help me.”
“I’ll do anything.” Jimin says in an instant. “I never want to involve myself with criminals. Whether or not they’re my blood. I fucking hate our father. He’s supposed to be a politician for fuck’s sake.”
A new wave of hatred fills Namjoon’s up too, and he was never a vengeful person.
“Oh god.” Namjoon grits out. “We have to get out of here.”
“I figured.” Jimin agrees. “But Joonie, it won’t be easy.”
He’s right, it won’t. It would already be difficult for Jimin to leave, but if Namjoon is added to the equation, it’s next to impossible. Meticulous planning would be needed, as well as a whole **** ton of luck.
“I know. We need a plan.”
Jimin nods in agreement.
“Can I—can I trust you, Jimin?” Namjoon asks. If he can’t trust Jimin too, he’ll literally have no one to help him get through. “Will you help me?”
Thankfully, Jimin remains loyal to his omega brother. Him and their identical morals.
“You have my word.” Jimin promises with every cell in his body. “We’ll get out of here. We’ll make a plan, and I’ll prepare everything we need once we leave. I just need a little bit of time.”
“Please don’t take too long.” Namjoon pleads. “I don’t know until when I can stomach being an accomplice to this family’s heinous crimes.”
“Soon, Joonie hyung.” Jimin hugs him, placing his mouth right next to his brother’s ear to whisper a solemn vow. “We’ll leave this hell soon.”
Namjoon just hopes that soon won’t take too long.
The night of their escape takes exactly two whole months to plan.
It wasn’t easy in any way or form. Being restricted with literally everything he does, Namjoon could only depend on Jimin while he keeps up his front to his parents. Still acting like their obedient child, even if he’s internally seething, and still playing along with all their foreshadowing requests.
They need to bid their time correctly.
Jimin has been working non stop to prepare for their grand escape. Starting from the money they’ll need—even if Namjoon refuses to take too much since he knows it’s dirty money—but Jimin insists that they needed to start somewhere. He has also prepared new identities for them, where they’ll both be going by Kim from now on.
Kim Namjoon and Kim Jimin.
Everything from their masterplan, to their actual escape, and to the people that’s going to help them—Jimin has been rigorous in planning for the past month. He updates Namjoon every day of what’s happening. His parents have also noticed that Jimin is now stuck to Namjoon’s side lately, refusing to leave his omega brother alone in their presence, especially when they ask him to foreshadow a certain event.
Even Jihyo was getting suspicious.
But they were both good actors. After all, they’ve been acting their whole life as a perfect little family. When everything is set and prepared, Namjoon and Jimin finally arrive at a conclusive plan on how they’ll manifest their escape.
“So let me get this straight,” Namjoon says as Jimin relays his Plan A. “You want me to fake a foreshadowing. On a night they’re gonna get caught, you want me to lie to them that they aren’t. In that way, on the night of the busted operation, when they’re distracted and whatnot, we escape.”
“Bingo.” Jimin smirks. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
While that seems like a logical plan, it did have a few loopholes.
“Jimin, it’s a little hard.” Namjoon sighs, feeling a little scared. “You already know how much my brain hurts when I’m activating my inner seer. To lie to them about what I’m seeing is gonna be harder.”
“I know, hyung.” Jimin says as he rubs Namjoon’s shoulder. “That’s why we’re gonna practice. You have to be an expert liar by then, and I’m going to help you.”
It was a feasible plan, difficult maybe, but Namjoon was getting more and more desperate to leave this manor.
“But you know, ever since they caught that ‘rat’, their operations are rarely busted anymore.” That’s another problem Namjoon thought of. “Fuck, I should have never told them anything.”
“Hey, don’t blame yourself, you didn’t know.” Jimin says as he leans on his brother’s shoulder, hugging him sideways. “And I know it’s probably gonna take a longer time, but we have to bid our time properly. Besides, it’s gonna give us enough time to practice. But the next fluke you see, you have to go for it. You have to make sure they get caught.”
Namjoon sighs. While a part of his heart aches at the possibility of his family running into such legal troubles that would undoubtedly ruin them, his heart is already hardened. Why would I show mercy to the people who lied to me? To the people who used me?
Besides, this was their best shot. Jimin’s Plan B involved some sort of vacation with just the two of them, and that was even less feasible because their family literally doesn’t let Namjoon out of the town without everyone in tow.
“Okay, let’s do it, Jimin-ah. You’ll have to help me.”
“Of course, hyung-nim.” Jimin smiles at him, albeit a little sadly. “You have me on your side, don’t worry.”
To practice is their main focus now. Everything is prepared, they literally just need to leave. It was so difficult for Namjoon, especially since his brain felt like it was splitting into half as he tried to foreshadow and lie simultaneously about what he’s seeing. Since looking into the future already took up a huge part of his brain, lying and describing another scenario used up another lobe, and it’s like an overload—it’s too much.
But Namjoon was strong, he was a brave omega. That’s what Namjoon forced himself to believe. He and Jimin practiced rigorously. No matter how hard it was, Namjoon fought.
There was even a point where Namjoon foresaw their operation getting busted again, but he wasn’t ready yet. It was around two weeks after they concocted their plan. Namjoon didn’t risk it since it was too early, and he still wasn’t skilled enough to lie at the same time he looked into the future.
Jimin only held him in his arms as he cried at their missed opportunity.
But alas, another two weeks later and Namjoon can now lie seamlessly and describe a new picture while he foreshadows. About two months since that night on the playground with Jimin, Namjoon is now ready. He’s just waiting for a failed operation to appear in his vision.
When it does, Namjoon delivers flawlessly.
Jimin has been there every night his parents had asked him to foreshadow. Even Jimin didn’t suspect that he was lying about a successful operation until the very next morning when Namjoon pulled him after breakfast to tell him that their chance to escape was literally three days away.
“Wow, hyung. You even had me fooled.”
Namjoon takes some pride in that. But for now, his main focus is to finally leave this place with Jimin. It’s time to go.
Three days come fast enough.
Underneath his nightgown, Namjoon is dressed in a pair of black leggings and a long sleeved black shirt. By midnight, right on the dot, he hears some shuffling. He could hear his father yelling to wake Jihyo up. Doors were slammed, heavy footsteps echoing around the house, and angry yells were exchanged.
Their plan was a bust—this was their chance.
It didn’t take long for Jimin to show up in his room in a similar black ensemble. The alpha told him that he no longer needed to take anything, not even their phones and wallets. All Namjoon really kept was a necklace his omega grandfather had given him when he turned eighteen. A simple amethyst butterfly necklace, and nothing more.
With that, they slowly trekked out of the house. With their family and all the guards distracted, Namjoon and Jimin barely faced any problems. And when they did, well, apparently Jimin has a really mean right hook.
Hand in hand, they hopped onto the car Jimin had prepared for them. One where the plate number is untraceable to either of them. Namjoon takes one last look at their family home through the rearview mirror, seeing it get smaller and smaller, until it finally fades from his view.
They did it. They escaped.
“You’re bleeding, Jimin-ah. Are you gonna be okay?” Namjoon looks concerned at the knuckles that were currently wrapped around the steering wheel. Bloodied and bruised, a few marks on Jimin’s face too, but the alpha simply looked unbothered.
“Don’t worry, hyung. It’s nothing an alpha can’t handle.” JImin smirks and Namjoon couldn’t help but scoff. Both their chests still felt heavy with trepidation, but the more they got away, the lighter they felt.
“Cocky, aren’t you?” Namjoon teases.
“Hey,” Jimin pouts. “I got us out, didn’t I? At least we escaped.”
And Jimin was right… at least they’re out. After months of planning, Namjoon and Jimin now have a whole new life that awaits them. Jimin mentioned that they won’t be leaving the country just yet, because he’s sure that that is exactly where their parents are gonna start looking. For now, they’re going several cities over. Until it’s okay for them to leave Korea.
Namjoon intertwined his fingers with Jimin’s hand that was currently on the gear. He caresses the bloody knuckles there gently, before squeezing his brother’s hands tight.
When Jimin chances a look at him, they both have a similar look in their eyes. Their gazes are watery, scared and anxious about being on the run from one of the most notorious and richest families in Korea. But there’s also hope and a yearning to make things right. To fix everything they’ve unknowingly done wrong.
“You’re right, Jimin-ah. You got us out.” Namjoon exhales shakily. “We’ve finally escaped.”
The alpha doesn’t say a word, only squeezing the omega’s hand back as he presses on the accelerator to drive even faster. Namjoon knows what this means now, and while it’s scary, they both know that it’s the right thing to do.
Chapter closed.
Neither Jimin nor Namjoon ever looked back.
