Minho stood in his apartment, his frantically snapping left and right as he scanned the space.
His father's driver had dropped him off without a word, just a curt nod before disappearing back into the black sedan and driving off.
The apartment felt different now. Smaller somehow. Every shadow seemed to hide a potential threat, and every sound from the hallway made his shoulders tense.
He pulled out his phone, staring at Haeun's message from earlier. He had been shocked to see the message, because she didn't have his number. It could have only meant that she tracked him from the drama club group, and rightly guessed he was the person behind the mother and son profile picture.
It was a picture from when he was much younger, and still had his mother's warm light to shield him from his father.
She had reached out to him first. Was it out of worry? Was hoobae worried about me?
