As the jet touched down and taxied to a halt, Yeongsoo's only thought was of getting home, of seeing Haeun. Whatever the mission's outcome, he needed to regroup, to check on them, to make sure they were safe.
"Yeong," Sean began as they disembarked, "I'll handle the debriefing. Go home. You've earned the rest." He clapped a reassuring hand on Yeongsoo's shoulder, the unspoken support between them clear.
Yeongsoo gave a curt nod, barely registering the pain in his injured shoulder as he made his way to his car. The drive back was a blur, a rush of streetlights flashing past as he navigated the empty early morning roads, the adrenaline from the mission still pulsing through him.
But when he pulled into the driveway, an uneasy silence settled over him. The house was too quiet.
As he stepped inside, a chill ran down his spine. The air was still, unnaturally so. He called out, voice low but urgent. "Haeun? Suho?"
No answer.
