Yu Jin's POV
I barely slept after the hallway incident. Not because of the reporters or the board or the cameras honestly, that was becoming background noise at this point but because Min kept pacing between the window and the door like the floor owed him answers.
He didn't talk much. He only muttered occasionally under his breath, analyzing the situation, turning it over like a dangerous puzzle. Every time he walked past me, I felt his scent grab the air and twist something inside me.
My chest kept tightening at random. My head felt too clear and too foggy at the same time. I wasn't sure which part of that was mine and which belonged to him.
Around noon, he finally stopped pacing.
"We're leaving the suite," he said.
"Why?"
"They'll try again. This time with a legal angle." He grabbed his jacket. "We need to move somewhere they can't corner us."
"Where? A bunker?"
He ignored my sarcasm. That irritated me more than it should've.
