Seung-joon knew he had to stay calm—losing control would only make things worse.
He bit back the urge to yell at the driver to go faster, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. Tae-min's hand trembled slightly as he held onto Seung-joon's, a silent offering of support. Seung-joon was grateful, but no amount of comfort could ease the fire raging in his chest.
Desperate for a distraction, he turned to Tae-joon, who sat staring blankly out the window, lost in his own thoughts. The heavy silence in the car pressed down on him, suffocating. No matter how hard he tried, his mind kept circling back to Min-jun.
How had this happened?
His thoughts raced, trying to piece it together. Mark's agents had been stationed at the hospital around the clock—watching, waiting. Yet somehow, someone had slipped past them all without triggering a single alarm.
The realization sent a fresh wave of unease through him.
