Sunlight streamed into Rinwoo's room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Taekyun woke slowly, his body stiff and his mind groggy from the first deep sleep he'd had in days. For a moment, he was disoriented, surrounded by a soft, clean scent that was distinctly not his own. Then he remembered. He was curled on Rinwoo's bed, clutching Rinwoo's blanket like a lifeline.
The shrill ring of his phone shattered the fragile peace. He fumbled for it, his voice a sleep-roughened growl when he answered. "What."
"Sir," his assistant's voice was tense, anxious. "There's... there's a woman here. At the corporate entrance. She's causing a scene. She's demanding to know where someone named 'Jake' is. She's quite... loud."
Taekyun's frown was immediate and deep. He knew, with cold certainty, exactly who it was. Yuna. Her messenger boy was missing, and her carefully constructed world was starting to crack, making her reckless.
