JISOO'S POV
Nobody spoke for several long seconds after Sunoo agreed with Yunho.
The tension that had slightly faded returned almost instantly, pressing heavily against the room again like something alive.
I hated it.
I hated how Yong's name alone could destroy the little peace we managed to scrape together.
Wonjae leaned back against the sofa with a tired sigh before rubbing his temples roughly. "So what exactly are we supposed to do?" he muttered. "Because threatening messages aren't enough to report unless we have something solid."
Hyunsuk's expression hardened slightly. "We already have enough."
Wonjae immediately scoffed from where he sat. "Enough for normal people maybe. Not for rich psychopaths with powerful fathers."
The room fell quiet again after that.
I stared at them for a few seconds before slowly speaking.
"Then maybe we should just let him come meet me."
Four different heads turned toward me instantly.
Sunoo frowned deeply. "What?"
